The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 2

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"He has to adjust, Del. Want to not. Her position as an immature child still depended on me, while I needed a husband. So how could he possibly arbitrarily oppose and forbid me just because his instincts were so-so?"

"You should avoid authoritarianism, Lis. Dinda's a smart kid. She's smarter than my kids" Della admitted frankly.

"I'm not authoritarian, Del," Lilis argued. "Bram and I tried to take her heart. He's a dislike and stubborn."

"He needs time."

"Time?" lilis' voice was rising. "How much longer? That's relative, Del. It could be a while, it could be a while. And it could have been stuck out. Wow, how could he be given such a heart. Where's my wife as a mother?"

"It's not a matter of authority, brother. But your love as a mother."

"Ah, don't fight with me, Del. He knows very well that I love him. He just doesn't like Bram."

"He has a reason, brother."

"That instinct? Well, he's still a kid, Del. How can he understand someone so that he can judge it good or bad? I'm definitely better able to judge than him."

Until there Della can no longer argue, he does not dare to convey frankly

whatever Dinda said to him. Dinda's stories and prejudices make her romantic feathers stand. How could he possibly convey something that was still in the form of estimation and prejudice, when it could hurt Lilis? And almost certainly Lilis wouldn't believe it. Worse still if it worsens the relationship between mother and child.

At every moment of his leisure he watched Dinda silently. The girl did not look aloof as it mingled among the people. But those people are unknown to him and also do not know him then he is actually alone. Dinda deliberately occupies that position so that it is not too obvious that he is actually hiding, aloof in an inconspicuous manner.

With a fierce expression, Dinda like declaring war on her mother who does not care about her protests and her stepfather who she hates. Della was really afraid of the possibility of war breaking out. All he could do was hope that all the predictions Dinda had ever given him were just illusions. An estimation that appears as a result of Dinda's favorite imagination. Dinda read too many drama stories, sentimental as well as horrible. But Della is convinced that Dinda is too smart to let herself drift away in delusion. What Dinda faces is the realization of life. And that instinct ....

That man had bad intentions not only towards Mama but also towards me! There's a shrimp behind the rock. Those eyes, Auntie! In front of Mama her eyes radiate affection and affection, but why not behind her? When people are sincere, shouldn't people behave the same in front and behind? And his look at me? Uh, so disgusting! She loves to look at my chest. Long again. Even if it gets caught by me, it doesn't care. He was intentionally. His smile was playful, dismissive, and also cherry-picked! I recall the words in one of the novels, "If a man notices a woman's body lingering with interested eyes, then his mind is obviously dirty!" Yes, I totally agree with the author's words. Exactly right. A real example I've seen with my own eyes. Lately he's getting brazen, Auntie. Not only his eyes that like to crawl, his hands also began to follow. Indeed, until now at most patted the shoulders, stroking the arms, and stroking the head. But who can guarantee, that later dai will not do more than that? Oh, I'm scared, Auntie! I'm not just bendi and eneg to him, but I'm scared too!

Recalling Dinda's expression of feelings and anxiety, Della felt her body turn cold. The atmosphere of the party was no longer felt. Look at the little face of the child haunted by horror at a time when others were rejoicing. What the hell is he thinking? It must be the same problem, but it's likely already developed. He embraced Dinda's body. "Had Din. Come with Auntie? Have you eaten?"

Dinda shakes. "No cravings, Auntie," he said with eyes still staring at the same object. Look at the two men feeding each other's mouths! What a shitty show! Can no longer bear to watch the new time he turned and looked at his aunt. Seeing Della's concerned and empathetic face to her feelings (indeed only Della knows), her eyes soon spread wet.

"Eh, uh, is this Dinda? Don't be so ah," Della patted Dinda on the back. "Come, strengthen your feelings. Crying in the middle of a party. That's not good. You love Mama, right?"

Della immediately took the tissue from the bag and thrust it into Dinda. The girl was busy drying her eyes. After his eyes became dry and sadness passed he again set his eyes on the bride and groom. But Della held onto Dinda's chin and turned her face away in a gentle gesture. "Alright, Honey. Don't look at them anymore. You've seen enough of that. Come on, stop Dinda. Don't torture your mind."

Dinda. He lowered. When Della stood up and pulled her hand, she obeyed. "Yuk, accompany me to dinner. Our stomachs must be filled no matter what we feel. Keep in mind. Never ignore the screams of the body asking for food unless there is nothing to eat."

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