The Exchanged Bride
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Satisfied playing, Dean and Resya eat at the dining area in the mall.

"Enak ya so brother Aiden, already rich, can do everything. The Sultan is free" said Resya.

"He was rich from birth" Dean said.

"When did you work for him?" ask Resya.

"It's been a long time, even I forgot when, miss," replied Dean.

"Don't call miss. Just call Resya and don't be too formal" said Resya.

"Well, Resya," Dean said.

"You look so experienced in terms of scheduling. You even made a schedule that wasn't boring" Resya praised.

"I'm just doing something that won't make Mr. Aiden bored" Dean said.

"Oh yeah, how old are you?" ask Resya.

"Twenty-five years," Dean said.

"Wah is ripe dong. Why don't you just get married?"

"You're too young to get married" Dean said.

"I am betrothed" said Resya.

"If you don't get betrothed, what will you do? I see you like history a lot. Why not just be a teacher? I'm sure a history teacher like you will make students in the classroom feel at home even though the lessons are boring" Dean said.

"Why is that? What's wrong with me?"

"You're beautiful and cheerful. Moreover, school children today must love a teacher who is still fresh like you," said Dean.

"I like history. Being a teacher is not what I want. Besides, it's appropriate for a woman like me to be a teacher. I don't deserve to be imitated. I've been very despicable in the eyes of the community," said Resya lirih.

"You're just a victim" Dean said.

"What's? How do you know that? I didn't even tell you anything" Resya said with an astonished look.

"Eh, I don't mean that. I. I saw when you looked at the necklace hatefully and told to throw it away. I thought you had a problem with that" Dean said.

"What's going on?" ask Dean.

Resya was still silent and lowered her head.

"Take us friends. You are free to tell me anything. Do you know how much Mr Aiden would kill me if I made a mistake?"

Resya raised her face. "It all happened when I went on vacation to Australia." Resya began to tell a long story about the events of that night. Although Dean already knew, but he still heard the story from Resya's side.

"Why don't you look for him?" ask Dean.

"I was too afraid to meet him. And I was eighteen. Maybe I got married at that young age. That's why I didn't continue my studies. I was thinking what I was going to college for, but I'm just a dirty girl."

Dean's throat was choked hearing that. So great was the mistake he had made that this woman in front of him lost her future.

"Then now, if the man comes and wants to take responsibility, will you accept him?" asked Dean doubtfully.

"You know I hate him so much, right? If only he had come before I knew Ziko maybe I could have tolerated him. But now it feels pointless. My name is already ugly and everyone looks down on me" said Resya.

"But, would hating her make you feel better?" ask Dean.

Resya shook her head. "But it would have been better if I hadn't met him and opened the old wound."

Dean tried to smile and nodded. It was clearly his guilty face.

Once satisfied, they left the house and returned home.

"Dean, gohome. I want to rest. Thank you for today" said Resya.

But the night rain fell hard.

Resya immediately took the umbrella and gave it to Dean. "It's wear. Your car's still outside the gate, you'll get wet."

"Thank you." Dean smiled and took the umbrella. He also stepped out of Resya who was still standing in the doorway.

A few steps, Dean looked back and saw Resya who had entered the house.

"I'll try to melt his heart."