Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Divorce Letter

Vio paused his intention to go inside. He chose to wait in the waiting chair at the very back corner a little away from the door but could still see clearly when someone came in and out of the room. Put on the mask and sit with your chest pounding. He placed the bento box on his side chair.

His hands are a little cold. His mind was busy. Is there something he doesn't know? Is your mother sick? Then why did they meet Rob together?

Violin grew increasingly tense with her bad thoughts.

Almost half an hour, and the man came out with his mother. It was seen Rob delivering them to the front of the door with a big smile, then bending over slightly as they passed.

That figure, Mahendra. His former father-in-law. It has a heart defect since Dion and Violin got married. Practically the family company he held faltered and Dion worked harder to restore the glory of his family business.

Not an easy matter, Dion to ignore Violin because of work and finally this road they took, divorce.

It's clear Mahendra is here for treatment. What did her mother do? Medicines too, or just accompany the besinya?

How awkward is it?

And here he is now. Stare sharply at Rob by folding his hands in front of his chest full of intimidation.

While Rob prefers to look at the amazement of the bento box presented by Vio. He looked indifferent with a glance full of curiosity from Vio. It was as if the bento before him was more interesting than explaining Violin's curiosity.

Yellow rice bento formed funny motifs of two smiling pandas complete with sliced omelet, dried tempeh, grilled chicken and chili. There is cucumber and lettuce as well. Rob looked at her, as if it was a pity to eat.

"This made you?" ask Rob doubtfully. There's no way he's buying it, 'where's it, Vi?' Auto offended dong. So in order to keep Vio feeling, he asked more gently, albeit with a suspicious tone.

"Ck, it's definitely not. Still intentionally so." Answer Vio kelen.

"Everyone can change depending on their intentions. Who knew you were caliph and then went to cooking lessons, right?"

Violin throbbed annoyed, "why the hell should it bother? Now it's a squeeze-begin, right?"

"Hmm, sometimes dishes made with their own hands are more delicious than buying, you know. It's not about the price, it's different. If you buy plus micin, if you make plus love."

Violin stunned.

Rob was busy scooping the panda's feet and then feeding it into his mouth. He seemed to enjoy so much, as if he had forgotten the existence of Violin.

"Ehem, Rob?!" Call Vio. His mouth was already itching to introgate.

"Hmmm..." Rob Mumbled. He seems reluctant to be paused.

"Okay, are you talking or am I coming home now?" Threat Violin.

Rob put down his spoon, wiped his mouth with a tishu and settled Violin.

"Of Vioooo, it's just a small consultation. Your mama complained of chest pain and happened to be Mr. Hendra's routine check-up. What needs to be explained?"

"Then what's the diagnosis of Mama's chest pain?"

"He was just exhausted, he needed more rest. For a while reduce traveling too far."

Violin raised her eyebrows, "you're not under anyone's pressure, are you?"

Vio suspected Rob was lying because his father would not allow any information to be circulated in general.

"Robert, she's my mom, I deserve to know what happened to her."

"I don't think your relationship is that close." Rob Mumbled. Vio looked up, Rob was right, he was wrong to use that excuse.

"Okay, then why did it go with Mr. Hendra?" Vio was still trying to pry at the information that made him fret since earlier.

Mr. Hendra is a widower, and his mother is a married woman who is rarely together. Bad thoughts floundered in her mind. Nothing is impossible in this world? Even a daughter-in-law can have an affair with her in-laws.

"Just coincidentally Vi, Mr. Hendra I scheduled nine and your Mama half ten. When they entered they were together, but Ms. Rani had said they met in the lobby."

Violin sighed. He knew Rob wouldn't say anything, so he decided to investigate this alone. He also refused to say his suspicions clearly to Rob. Although Vio was convinced, Robert knew something.

"Okay now tell me, are you spying on them or is there some business with me?" Rob continued to finish his bento rice.

Vio remembered his purpose here. Intention to give a surprise even he who was surprised. Huft...

He tidied up his blazer, "you're free, right?"

"Hmmm..."

"I want to take you somewhere."

"Oh yeah? where are we going?" Rob looks at Violin. Tidy work stellan, it is not possible to go to the beach or a walk, right? Must be something formal.

"Follow me!" hiss Vio, he grabbed his bag and stepped out followed by Rob.

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"This fast?" Rob held up a yellow piece of paper in his hand.

Violin was silent. He also did not expect that he would soon have a new status, namely a widow.

Juno's right, money can change everything. From old to fast, and fast to express.

Shouldn't he be happy? With this new status he can be free again like before when he was a girl?

But suddenly just a moment ago he signed the divorce deed, his heart slipped. Is this the end of her domestic struggle that can only last a lifetime of corn? Is this the end of his relationship with Dion? Where was the romantic story they were telling at the time? As if it means nothing. That feeling also did not make Dion try to defend it again.

Violin let out a heavy sigh. His gaze glanced through the glass window of his car. Part of his heart disappeared, as if a vacuum was created there.

Rob holds Violin's shoulder. He strengthened his friend. If he could reach the heart of Violin, of course he would easily treat, however. But in fact Violin still created the high wall for him.

Slowly Rob drives Vio out of the religious court parking lot. Without them noticing, a pair of eyes had been watching them since just now.

Inside the metallic black car, those sharp eyes looked soft and flushed. Tired and miserable scarring into one. Hard to interpret facial expressions. He crumpled the red paper in his hand. He held the handlebars firmly until his knuckles turned white.

He stared at the departure of Violin. Half his soul went away. Now it's on its own.

Dion didn't expect this to hurt. He was trying to strengthen his heart. It is still hard to accept the fact that the Violin is no longer his own.

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