The Pearl living drama
Lunch with Dirga

Mutia put her phone on the table after Bimo sent her a message. Besides Bimo, another message had just entered, Mutia glanced at the familiar number, a number she still memorized despite having been wiped out. Dirga sent messages like before, asking for news, had eaten or not and other messages commonly done by lovers. Maybe Mutia was happy to get the message but not this time, she felt disgusted.

"Why not read?" Suddenly the annoying creature appeared nearby, making Mutia gasp.

"I'm busy, what are you doing until you come to the sale?"

Dirga did not reply, he instead passed away leaving Mutia, the man disappeared while turning in the pantry. The rooms are limited to the pantry. Mutia rolled her eyeballs off guard, the bottom of the creature was unclear.

Mutia felt strange, like there was cold air piercing her on the back, Mutia rolled her chair as she stretched out her arms, was looking around her and her eyes were fixed on the woman who was now looking at her cynically, Lala, looks like he just saw Dirga meet him. Mutia pulled the corner of her lips as well as raised both of her eyebrows making Lala raise her eyeballs with her mouth sneering. Mutia chuckled, disgusting at the jealousy of her former best friend.

And finally Mutia will take advantage of the opportunity to get Dirga to kneel at her feet then throw her away like Dirga did her a few months ago.

Mutia picked up her phone and replied to a chat from Dirga. "It looks like I miss Sundanese cuisine, can you buy me a meal there this afternoon?"

Without taking long, with a few seconds Dirga replied to him. "Of course, honey." Ugh, it tastes Mutia's stomach acid up and down reading the words dear from Dirga.

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Sundanese food was served on the table, Dirga's face full of happiness could see Mutia in front of him.

"Eat, Honey. Whatever message you want, okay?"

"Are you running your mind again?"

Dirga's eyebrows collide in confusion. "meaning?"

"You're planning on making me fat again?"

"Gosh, no, no. It's not so, honey. Sorry, huh?" Dirga pulled Mutia's hand. "I'm sorry I've been so bad to you all this time."

"Yes, okay." Mutia pulled her hand. "We walk slowly. I don't want to deal with Lala, you take care of her properly."

"You don't worry, I'll decide soon."

Dirga looked pleased, her lips did not stop smiling. Finally the woman who had been present in his heart was now able to return to him, he was really sorry to have been bad to Mutia all this time.

Another with Mutia, he was waiting for Lala's arrival. Mutia deliberately told Lala that she would have lunch with Dirga, surely Lala's chat reply was a swear sentence for her.

Sure enough, now Lala had entered the restaurant where Mutia and Dirga had lunch. In the doorway, Lala stood with her eyes constantly circling the gaze looking for Mutia and Dirga.

Mutia smiled a grin at Lala's arrival, then gestured to Dirga who was sitting before her. Dirga then turned her body in the direction Mutia meant.

Mutia actually raised her hand when Dirga was watching Lala. Lala quickly turned her head, Lala's eyes widened, her blood boiling, with Lala's quick steps coming towards Dirga's desk.

Dirga stood up and protected Mutia when Lala took the guest drink sitting not far from Mutia's table, the water she poured so that Dirga's white shirt was wet.

"You're crazy!" Shouted Dirga right in Lala's face.

"You must remember, La, Mutia is also my lover."

Mutia rolled her eyeballs, muttering annoyedly at the back of Dirga's body from being sick of hearing the word lover from Dirga's mouth. Mutia got up from her chair, also hanging her bag on the shoulder.

"I'm already full," Mutia said casually.

Dirga twists while still protecting Mutia from Lala. "Let's go back" he said.

"Dirga!" Shouted Lala.

All the diners noticed the three of them in a whispering voice, it was embarrassing but Mutia was glad that Lala was finally able to feel what she had felt. Lala grew even more wrathful and even pulled Dirga's hand when Dirga clasped Mutia's hand to take Mutia out of the restaurant, quickly dirga brushed Lala's hand away.

Lala followed out of the restaurant and almost pulled Mutia's hair when Dirga opened the car door for Mutia, fortunately the reflection of the car window glass saved Mutia from Lala's action, so now it is precisely Mutia has quickly pulled Mutia's hair with her right hand while the other hand holds Lala's hand which was about to pull her hair.

"Lala!" The irritated Dirga even pushed Lala's body into a corner until Mutia's hand slipped from her hair. "Enough, La. Our relationship is over."

"What?! I never felt we broke up, even a few days ago we were still making love, Dirga."

Mutia was surprised to gap for a while and then closed her mouth again. Lala's words actually provoked Dirga's anger.

"Stop your bullshit!"

"Have stopped, Dirga. Everyone's looking in our direction." Mutia whispered.

Dirga looked around, he released his hand from Lala, even some people there were recording it. Dirga reopened her car and told Mutia to enter, violently pulling Lala's body away from her car. "You don't cross the line, I can be rougher than this." Threaten Dirga with angry eyes.

"Dirga," lirih. They immediately left the place.

Without Mutia realizing it, a woman was publishing a video recording of Dirga and Mutia's fight to Instagram social media, with the actor captioned. With a sneaky smile he felt he had gotten the durian crumbling so that this momentum could be used as a weapon to destroy Mutia's marriage.

While at Mutia's place, Dirga's face still looked annoyed. The second time Mutia had gotten Dirga's angry expression, she had never seen Dirga like this when the two of them were dating first.

"Why are you so angry?" Mutia's words were able to make the water upset on Dirga's face change.

"Of course." Dirga was silent for a moment. "Maybe it's because I'm at the end of my head so upset that I'm getting grumpy like now."

"Honestly I was so scared to look at you with such an angry expression right now, it doesn't really suit you."

"Sorry, baby." Dirga grabbed Mutia's hand, grasping it tightly.

But Mutia immediately let go. "You're driving, Dirga. Don't make us wretch on the street."

"All right." Dirga smiled as she rubbed the top of Mutia's head.

Mutia's gaze shifted to her phone, the notification visible on the screen of the phone suddenly lit up, her husband left the umpteenth message without Mutia retorting. Dirga had a glance and smile, her heart was more flowering because Mutia preferred to ignore the message from her husband.