The Murder of the Beloved
Chapter 8

Johan was very happy to take Dinda to his house at the time. The work in the workshop was arranged with the mechanics. He had indeed prepared before leaving with the intention of not feeling attached if he managed to invite Dinda. Initially it occurred to him that he was quite happy if he could pick up Dinda and invite her to eat. Because of his development like that he bought another few pieces of chicken following french fries to take home. Irene must be happy with that. Today Irene only works half a day as an English teacher in some foreign language classes.

In his heart Dinda concluded his father's actions as a form of love. If the ayajnya do not love Irene impossible remember to bring souvenirs? That love encourages people to pay the most attention. There is no love when there is no attention. Just remember it's not enough. He likes romantic things. But strangely he dislikes his mother's relationship with Bram even though they are also romantic.

"Is Aunt Irene still teaching Dad?"

"Oh yes, still. But now he's home. Today is only half a day."

There was actually a lot that Dinda wanted to ask about that woman named Irene. What is the relationship status of the two people? He had heard his mother's story that contained condemnation, that the two people were just living together. He can't remember when, maybe a year or two ago, when he introduced his father to Irene. It was only then that he saw Irene. But at that time he did not pay much attention because his insight was not like now. He is not used to being driven by criticism, like what was done to Bram.

"Is he that I'm coming Well?"

Johan looked over and smiled. "Of course he knew that I meant to see you. But whether you came to the house he doesn't know for sure. He's happy with you, Dinda."

"Ah, time? It was just once. Where is it possible."

"That's possible. Such a thing as sympathy at first sight."

"But I'm not the same as I was when I met him."

Johan looked astonished. "Ah, time yes. In my eyes you're still the old Dinda. Oh, yes if you mean growth, of course that's true. Everyone grows and develops over time. Especially people your age who are growing rapidly. But you haven't changed completely. There's still an old you."

"What about you as a baby, Dad? Do they still exist now?"

They were laughing together. It feels so good.

"By the way, have you ever seen Om Bram?"

"Of course I have."

"When that? How I don't know."

"Didn't Mom tell you? They both came to the workshop and Mom introduced Bram to me. They all gave me invitations."

"Why don't you come?" exclaim Dinda. If his father had come at that time, of course he would not have to be alone.

"Father shy, Din. That's why I only send flowers. Sorry I didn't call you, did I? At that time I was still hesitating about how you really felt about me. I'm afraid you're mad at me like your mother."

"Of course not Din. Now I'm happy."

"Pa should have met me."

"Yes, it should be. But it's not too late now, is it? Dad was a fool with unwarranted worries."

"I also think you forgot about me because you already have Aunt Irene. Usually men are."

Johan glanced at it with a frown. What does Dinda mean? "Well, you have prejudice too apparently. But it's okay. Just put your share in a bad prejudice. Dad's a bad husband."

"But as a father it's not so bad, Dad" Dinda said in a comforting tone. Actually, he realized his words just now. Not his desire to judge his father's actions against his mother. He did not want to interfere with the matter. Let that right be the business of both parents. He appreciated his father's honesty. There is no self-defense. It is true, usually men tend to like to distract. If there are loyal then it could be because it does not have the ability or opportunity to deviate. One author said so. So it's not Dinda's own original thought. He believed that thought.

"Thank You Din. But frankly. A bad husband is hard to be a good father. That separation alone is a barrier. I've experienced it."

"Have it, don't talk about it again, Dad. Not good."

"alright. It's not good."

In front of a simple house but a large yard compared to Lilis' house, Johan stops the car. "That's Dad's house, Din. In a minute, I'll open the gate first." He got out of the car and opened the door wide. The next moment the car rolled into the yard.

Dinda looked around. This time he came to this place. Usually he met his father in the workshop. In his opinion the house was quite pleasant. Of course his father was not a rich man until it felt not awkward. It is precisely if his father who he knew was not rich had a luxurious house, then it signifies awkwardness. And usually what seems awkward is a sign of irregularity, whether in situations and conditions or in people themselves. I don't know which book he read.

Then a woman came out. His face is full of smiles. She was white, slender in stature and slightly taller than Dinda. Her face is beautiful, sharp-nosed, brown-eyed and short-haired brunettes and curls. He is definitely an indo. For a while Dinda admired Irene's appearance. He was very aware of why his father was interested in Irene. The woman has a high attractiveness. Dinda felt it because she felt good to be near Irene, when the time was just a little while. It seemed like Irene was different from her mother. Of course his mother is also beautiful, but there is a fairly striking difference in the uniqueness of each self. He may not have been able to distinguish. But now it feels clear. Irene is more intellectual, intelligent and has a high tone with high humor as well. Her mother was the opposite of all that. Dinda felt guilty about that thought. After all, her mother could not be compared to any other woman. Indeed, he also did not know what the ugliness and shortcomings of Irene, which he must have, because he did not yet know her.

"Well, you're tall?" exclaimed Irene, patting Dinda on the shoulder. "A year or so you'll definitely be taller than me. You're like your father, tall."

"Ah, I don't want to be too tall, Auntie. Rich in turn, dong."

They laugh.

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