The Heart You Injured
Chapter 32. Arriving in the Capital

The sea of humans seemed to fill the platforms of cars at six in the afternoon. They walked one way out of the car. After being on the trip for approximately nine hours, Dinda finally arrived at Jatinegara station. His head turned to the right and to the left, looking for the figure of the man who would pick him up. A man who according to information from Mbok Surti as the employer's personal driver.

Almost ten minutes he walked to and fro and looked to the right and left, at last a faint smile rose on his lips when he saw the figure of a middle-aged man carrying a paper bearing his name. In a hurry, Dinda took wide footsteps to head towards the middle-aged man.

"Mr Dinda huh?" guess the middle-aged man with a bright smile. From the look on his face, Dinda concluded that this man was a friendly person.

Dinda nodded her head. "True sir, I am Dinda, who will work to replace Mbok Surti. This is Dirman sir?"

"Betul Mbak, I'm Dirman." Dirman grabbed the travel bag carried by Dinda, intending to carry the bag. "Let me help to bring this bag Ma'am. Pity if you mind."

Dinda chuckles amusedly. Actually, the bag he carried was not heavy because there were only a few pieces of clothing. "Thank you for the offer, sir. But no need, this bag is light."

"Right, doesn't Dinda need any help? Fear later Dinda's hands ache when not working?"

A faint giddiness rang out from Dinda's lips. It turned out that this middle-aged man standing before him was happy to joke. But this is what makes Dinda's heart slightly warmed. He said a prayer, hopefully who will be his master later has a character like this Mr. Dirman.

"Sir Dirman could have. It's just light sir. It even feels so light."

"Thank God then. Oh yes, we go directly to the residence of the young master, huh Ma'am?"

The sound of the call began to be heard in every corner of the station. As a sign the time for Maghrib prayer has arrived. The muezzin exclaimed, inviting the living to immediately fulfill his duty as a servant.

"Sir, can you take me to musholla first? Already entered the prayer time maghrib. I want to pray first. Fear, later on the road stuck in traffic and I have not had time to pray maghrib."

Dirman nodded steadily with a smile on his lips. "Of course you can. Come on, I'll take you to musholla."

"Thank you, Dirman!"

Dinda walked behind Dirman's back. The second step seemed to be in rhythm to rush towards the musholla. While Dirman who was in front of Dinda, from then on he never stopped smiling. For him, the look on Dinda's face is so unsightly. Especially in Dirman's observation, Dinda is seen praying that had never been in the circle of the young master.

May the existence of this Dinda give a lot of good to young master.

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Black sedan cars are speeding along the streets of the capital. The hustle and bustle of the typical metropolitan city crowd began to be clearly visible along the way. Traffic jams are inevitable. Accompanied by a simple honking sound. It seemed to indicate that the driver of the iron horses wanted to get out of the traffic jam that caused fatigue.

"Bak Dinda how old is he? How do you still look so young?"

To kill the boredom from the traffic jam, Dirman tried to open a chat with Dinda who was currently sitting next to his wheel. Spotlight eyes Dirman not separated from the front. Focus with a little gap that he can use to be able to escape this jam.

"My age is twenty years sir. Two years ago I just graduated High School."

"It's true what I'm guessing. As I see it, Dinda is still very young. Why not just go to college? And even choose to work?"

Curiosity filled Dirman's chest and head. The man was very surprised that behind Dinda chose to work when women his age chose to continue their education in college.

Dinda smiled thinly. There was a bit of a bitter feeling he felt. In this day and age, who does not want to go to school to the highest level? If she could choose, Dinda would definitely choose the path to continue her education. But for now, let alone to choose, get the chance just don't.

"There's a lot of things that I've been through, sir, so that makes me unable to continue college. But that's not why. Perhaps this is already a scenario that God has set out for me. And I can only live with sincerity."

Dirman nodded his head. Maybe as a sign of a little understanding. "So, Dinda chose to work in Jakarta and left her parents in the village?"

"No sir, I'm not leaving my parents. On the contrary, it was my parents who left me first. Right at High School graduation, both of my parents died in fatal accidents."

Dirman's face suddenly pias when he heard Dinda's story. The man was very unhappy because he indirectly made Dinda remember his parents who had died. He felt he had to be more careful in inviting this woman to talk.

Dinda laughed. "It's okay sir. After all, two years had passed, so I was getting used to this kind of situation. Where to live alone."

"So before going to Jakarta Mbak Dinda is living alone at home?"

"Yes sir, two years ago I did live alone. But these past six months there's been someone accompanying my life."

"Oh yeah? Who is Mama?" dirman asked increasingly curious.

"My husband and my in-laws sir!"

*Ckiittt....

Wagner*....

"Ohhhhhhh!!!!"

"Astaghfirullah .. sorry, sorry. I did not intentionally!"

Dinda grimaced while kneading her temple which felt so painful when hit the dashboard. I don't know what the middle-aged man driving this car did. Which made him suddenly growl.

"What is this Dirman? Why brake suddenly?"

Dirman just grinned the horse while scratching the tip of his nose that does not itch. "I'm sorry, Ma'am. I was really shocked when I heard that Dinda was married. I really didn't think before, Mom."

"Ckkluck .... This father, I think what was in front of it to make Mr. Dirman brake suddenly." Dinda shifted her gaze towards the front where the bottleneck had started to break down a bit. "If Mr. Dirman himself has long been a private driver?"

"Before, I was a private driver, Ma'am. But since the young master had grown up, I stopped for and was in charge of guarding the house."

"Oh like that. But at least I feel relieved sir, because at my place of work later, I already have a friend Mr. Dirman, so I can be quick to adapt."

A faint giddiness rang out from Dirman's mouth. The man shook his head. "However it seems I can't always be around Dinda."

Forehead Dinda crinkled deep. "Can't always be around me? Why can that be, sir? Don't we work in the same place?"

"No Ma'am, we don't work in the same place. Because later, Mbak Dinda will work in an apartment owned by young master!"

"Young master?" ask Dinda to convince. "Sir, sir, sir, according to Mr. Dirman what will my young master be like? Is the guy nice? Pugnacious? Or how?" keep Dinda curious.

Dirman stared at Dinda's face for a moment. Staring at him with an unreadable look. "Be careful Ma'am, the young master is a ruthless man. Wrong in the least, Madam Dinda will definitely get a terrible punishment."

"What???!!!!"

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