Happy After Divorce
CHAPTER 44. HOPE MARK

"When do you think we should be like this, Mom?"

Amar who had just entered into the master bedroom stopped stepping, he looked towards Lydia. The woman who had given birth to two descendants for Amar, unfortunately. Although the child is born as two sons, the will for the family inheritance is clearly inherited for Dinar. The first and only grandchild recognized by Amar's father and Amar's mother, although Amar occupied the CEO's seat. In reality Amar was not a powerful man, somehow his father was so cunning. Until death, the old man still protects Anggun, to be with Amar.

"How else, things can't be changed." Amar.

Lydia got up from her sitting position, stepped closer to her husband. This man was the one who made Lydia get a lot of ridicule and insults, third person never get the best place in society. Wherever Lidia went with Amar, the stares of cynicism and low whispers were always thrown by many women. What's wrong with falling in love? Lydia has Amar. He was Amar's lover, before Amar married Anggun. So why should Lydia give up? Just because the place Anggun occupied from the beginning was his.

"Have you taken your medicine?" amar asked softly, his hands raised touching Lydia's cheeks that looked increasingly taper.

Lydia's head nodded slowly. "Yes, already," said Lydia slowly. "How is the state of Grace?"

Amar let out a rude sigh, and said, "He was taken by Dinar, either what else Anggun wants to do. Just so Dinar hates me even more."

Lydia thinned her lips, the middle-aged woman admitted. He felt guilty for Dinar, the sharp eyes of Dinar and the word ketus Dinar made Lydia hurt. In the blood of Dinar, the blood of Lydia's two sons. Lydia intends to raise Dinar, along with her two sons. He just did not like Graceful, the woman was judged too haughty. Just because it comes from among the people, and get the support of Amar's parents. Her mother-in-law died, never accepting Lydia's presence as a daughter-in-law. To her in-laws, Lydia and her two grandchildren was a disgrace. Because of Amar's stupidity, even the old woman could not help but say that Amar would regret his decision.

"She from the beginning was so, if indeed Anggun is a good woman. He will not accept your marriage Mas, because he knew there was me who was still in a relationship with you at that time. Even he's sneaky, trying to break off our relationship," said Lydia, with a strange look in the eye.

Lidia forgot, the status of a lover and the status of a married person was very much different. Anggun accepted the match because Amar stated he needed Anggun, Anggun naive for loving Amar. Accepting the marriage, he did not know if the relationship between Amar and Lydia was still established. Until that day, he found a togetherness that should no longer be intertwined.

"... ah, yes. What about Ronal?" Amar multiplies unpleasant conversations.

Lydia bit her lower lip, and nodded. "Sorry, Mas. As Mas Amar knows, Ronal cannot be like Dinar. He's not as good as the Dinar, this time he can't get the best value at all."

Amar clucked, what really happened. His two sons had absolutely no advantages whatsoever, Ronal who could do nothing. If not for the money from him, where could Ronal get through the school days quietly. Because Ronal is always getting the worst grades in school, while Geral. Amar's youngest son, he's sickly. From childhood to the age of 18 years, still sickly. It was as if God was punishing him through his two sons.

Much different from Dinar, the boy was smart from childhood. Achieving like Anggun in his teens, he grew up without any help from Amar. Even Amar's mother was rejected when giving help, for Dinar. He did not want a single piece of money from Amar or the Amar family, now Amar is old. The first child will never be able to get a position belonging to Amar, whether it is legally inherited or not.

"Sorry, Mas," muttered Lydia softly.

"It's okay, Lydia. What's important right now is your health, and so is Geral. For Ronal, how else. He does not have talent in any field," said Amar resigned.

...***...

Dinar almost screamed loudly, because Mark surprised him. Just imagine, the crazy young man had somehow entered into the room that Dinar inhabited. Dropped beside Dinar, with both eyes wide open looking towards Dinar.

Really Mark is very grateful, along with the increasing age of the fetus in the Dinar. The nausea, mood swing that often hit the CEO disappeared. Dinar's palm rubbed his heartbeat, before sending an annoyed look at the father of the fetus. The hobby once made Dinar surprised, by his presence was like a nettle. Not invited, not delivered home.

Dinar slowly sat up from his slanted sleeping position, Mark got up. The dinar glancing at her stomach was already starting to bulge, she could feel the movement within her womb.

"Why, Honey? Is our son naughty again?" Mark made a frenzied voice looking at Dinar's expression suddenly pensive, before grimacing slightly.

Dinar turned to the origin of the voice, and said, "This child is not naughty, the naughty one is you, Mark. Enter this room with her own rattles, how many times did I talk. Don't come here early."

Okay, Dinar's starting to nag about Mark's sneak habit. I swear, Mark didn't do anything weird. Just get into the room, climb up slowly on the bed. Breaking his body tilted towards Dinar, he wanted to stare at Dinar's face. Just that, it feels like one day without doing this one routine. Mark will cringe in his office room, even important meetings will suddenly be uncomfortable for Mark's office employees. Because, there is always something that Mark likes.

"Don't be so angry, dong. I slept here for 20 minutes. If you wake up like this, you'll immediately upset me. So, relax! Don't be angry, it's still morning, honey." Mark inched backwards, coming down from the bed.

Dinar let out a heavy sigh, faintly the two of them heard a noise from outside. Dinar came down from the bed, stepping near the door to the outside. Obviously he heard a noise in the kitchen, his mother's name being carried around. Dinar and Mark stepped in a hurry, heading towards the kitchen. The footsteps of the two youths stopped with enlarged pupils, Dinar felt dejavu with the current state.

With a pink apron, black hair is plastered upwards, the spatula moves the meal over the bowl before it is placed in the dishwasher. The body turned towards the people watching, a gentle smile glaring at the living eyes. Making Dinar's lips tremble violently, his eyes reddened.

"Come, eat. Mama has prepared Dinar's favorite food," he said smoothly, and gently.

Spilled, the tears of Dinar fell. He even for a moment forgot with his enlarged stomach running around near the body of Anggun, the lips that 1 month is still tightly clenched are now open freely. Eyes that always seemed empty looked bright, Dinar hugged the Graceful body. Imperfect embrace, considering that there is a distance stretched by the stomach of Dinar that began to stand out.

"Ma—mama," call Dinar, vibrate and stutter.

Really am! Was there a miracle that came down at Mark's mansion? Until his mother went sane again. Gracefully replying to Dinar's embrace, gently rubbing Dinar's back.

"Yes, Honey. It's Mama" Anggun replied softly.

Mark sighed in relief, with an eye code. Mark asked the housemaids to leave the kitchen room, providing privacy for the mothers of this one. Mark commented on the smile when his bead met the Anggun eye bead, the middle-aged woman was quite a surprise to Mark. Right into the third week of staying with them, when Dinar sleeps. Gracefully come to his office, it makes Mark shocked not play. Anggun explained the situation, and asked Mark to keep this a secret from Dinar. At least she was relieved, her mother-in-law was fine.

'I hope this is the beginning for your happiness and your mother's, Dinar.' Mark nodded slightly, before stepping away from the two.

Let Anggun explain what really happened, and be honest with Dinar. Although Graceful actions are considered stupid, but Mark tries to understand the lies that are Graceful to build. Because the deep pain makes it dark to the eyes, even so. Gracefully wanting to change his crazy thinking was more than enough, Mark wanted to see Dinar happy.

Seriate...