The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 24

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Bram already knows his habits. Is it not uncommon for a husband to be so kind and willing to serve his wife? Usually in reverse. It is the husband who always demands his wife to serve.

But he wanted to drink. He blew on the edge of the cup and sipped little by little. Uh, that's delicious. Instant coffee with pure milk. Rolls fitting. He will order another drink tomorrow, he thought.

After his thoughts drifted everywhere, he suddenly remembered Dinda. I don't know why he remembered Dinda at such a time. Usually he does not want his beautiful daydreams to be messed up by the thought of Dinda. Usually, the thought of Dinda can disperse her beautiful daydreams. That's why he always takes that thought away. And usually it works. But this time the thought of Dinda settled down. Won't go. Not to be eliminated. "Mother.the man is not good. My instincts say, Mom!" Somehow the speech was ringing again in the ears like Dinda really said now.

"No, Din. You wrong. Your instincts proved to be untrue" he uttered out loud.

"Ah, mom. Do not blind your eyes and feelings. How could you possibly know what's in her heart?"

Lilis surprised. Whose voice is that? I don't think Dinda ever spoke like that. Did Della talk that way? But that was Dinda's voice. Ah, where is it possible. Dinda's not here. Dinda is at school. Funny, he asked Bram about Dinda. He asked without thinking first. His mouth speaks for itself. Is not the movement of the mouth commanded by the brain?

Words can come out on their own without anyone telling them. At least he should think. He did feel strange, but not to get goosebumps because of it. Maybe it was a dream? He pinched his own arm. Feels sick. So it's not a dream. Definitely not, because what he experienced just now with Bram also rill. It would be a pity if it was just a dream because it was so beautiful. Love, compassion, and warmth.

There is something else now. Happiness as he felt now was not something he had just felt. Yesterday and yesterday were the same. The days he spent with Bram were bliss. But only now was the thought of Dinda present so intensely. Usually if Dinda remembers, then it's just a glance. The memory was deliberately lost because it disturbed his happiness.

Dinda is a nuisance, but not so meaningful that she can easily disappear from the mind. Now different. Dinda who comes not only the mind, but as present even though not seen. His voice is clear and clear.

Another real difference, the thought of Dinda no longer feels as sweet words. Precisely such words are a distraction that can mess with his happiness. What he felt now was a longing for Dinda! If only he could invite Dinda along in his happiness now. Isn't Dinda a part of him?

There are also regrets, why he did not continue his approach. People shouldn't try that twice. But he was too lazy to be persistent. After receiving a cold reception from Dinda, he retreated. Maybe he should start his business again. Dinda is her own son. Is it that hard to get her back? But he considers the conditions demanded by Dinda very large. Although not explicitly stated, it seems that Dinda demands that she choose between herself and Bram. Where could he have chosen one. He wants both.

"Dinda..," he lamented.

His feelings became heavy. Her happiness just felt so bad. He grabbed his coffee cup and sipped the contents. It's not so hot anymore. He inhaled more.

Dinda's voice which was a shout surprised him until the cup he was holding came off and fell to the floor until it broke apart. Some of it is stagnant. He felt very sorry for not spending. The taste of the drink became amazingly good because for him it was an elixir of affection.

"Oh, Dinda. Why the hell?" his weakness. Disappointment that beats other feelings. He was not even affected by the strangeness of the situation. He did not think or feel that the situation was strange. Looks like Dinda was there. It is not surprising that his voice could be heard.

He quickly stood up from the bed, encouraged by the necessity of lifting the broken cup and saving the carpet from the flowing liquid of milk coffee. He crouched down after picking up the tissue on the table, then dried the floor. Only then did he carefully pick up the broken cup and throw it into the trash under the table. Uncluttered his finger was hit by the tip of a sharp shard. He shrieked slowly and dried the blood out with tissue. "This is because of you, Dinda" he said.

"Oh, mother.., ibuuu..." Dinda's voice sounded sad.

Lilis did not pay much attention to the latter's voice. He was busy with his fingers. After wrapping it with a handsaplast he decided to go out because the day was getting noon. Bi Imah has not been given money to shop to the market.

He stepped with his body slightly shaken and leaned forward. He could not answer it, because at the next moment suddenly his view turned. He screamed, then fell down the stairs!

"Yumuuuuu! Ibuuuu....!"

While rolling it he heard Dinda's screams, mingling with his own screams. While below, Bi Imah gaped with a look of horror. He couldn't make a sound so shocked. Lilis rolled down and then hit the wall with a bang. There he remained motionless. Only then did Bi Imah scream while running over. He grabbed Lilis body. "Mother...., Buuuu woke up!" call him. But Lilis didn't say. Bi Imah tried to feel the pulse of Lilis, but did not know which part to hold. The white face of Lilis is getting white. His eyes were open but he didn't seem to see anything. Bi Imah was trembling in fear. He could not bear to see that pair of eyes that opened without meaning. With courage he reached out, then rubbed Lilis' eyes with a movement from top to bottom. Both of Lilis eyes were closed.

Bi Imah jumped to her feet. He was confused for a moment. Then he ran to the phone table. He knew, but had to call his male employer, Mr. Bram. But where's the number? On the wall of the phone's side table hung a piece of paper inscribed with important phone numbers. There are police station numbers, fire departments, and other numbers. He was reminded of Della, the person he knew best. With a trembling hand, he punched Della's number.

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Sorry for the old update, gk,

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Enjoy, I will finish this story. And get ready with new story smelling odor smell smell 🤭