Happy After Divorce
CHAPTER 46. SLAP FOR DAMAR

The sound of the piano clink accompanies the visitors of a five-star restaurant to a solemn meal, a smile carved when held hands.

"Fine" said the short-haired woman to Mark's family.

Wulandari smiled gently. "Wulandari," he replied no less gently.

The two let go of each other's hands, sitting in their respective seats. Tonight Anggun wants to talk to prospective in-laws from the mother's side only, before meeting in a family. Well, this is totally different. Because the Anggun encountered by Wulandari a few weeks ago looks so quiet, with a dim look in the eyes. Staring blankly out the window, it was quite surprising to hear Mark's explanation.

Until it finds Graceful directly like this, 180 degrees are inversely proportional. Wulandari could see the figure of a woman who was like her name—anggun, and was calm. Bak lady mostly, probably because it comes from the upper class.

"Sorry to ask Miss Wulandari to meet suddenly like this," Anggun said politely, he commented with a thin smile.

Wulandari glimpsed. "No problem, I'm glad to see Bu Anggun healthy as he is today. And I understand where the personality and beautiful face of Dinar came from, it was inherited from Bu Anggun."

Gracefully crispy chuckles. "And I also know, it turns out the sweetness of Mark's words is inherited from whom. If not from Ms. Wulandari, as well as her seemingly polite demeanor."

Now Wulandari who chuckled, heard it. If the sweet words may be true of Wulandari, considering the husband is stiff like a kanebo. However, for the word polite, it is completely different. Mark is not a polite young man, he's too outspoken, whether Graceful does not know that Mark is a crazy man. Like her father, Anggun's forehead seemed to shrivel.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Mom! Too funny, hear it. Mark is not a polite person, but if Bu Anggun finds that one thing from my son. That's the sign, he loves Bu Anggun, like Dinar loves Bu Anggun. Yeah. Even though I'm his real mother, it's unethical to praise Mark excessively. He is authoritarian, stubborn, and his people are too insistent if they want something. I have to speak frankly, because Mark is going to be Bu Anggun's son-in-law. At least Bu Anggun should know the bad of Mark," said Wulandari after stopping chuckling.

Gracefully nodded at a glance, yes, she understood this. The proof is that the man can talk to him for 3 hours, although he does not get any response from Anggun. He's a funny young man, with all the advantages to the shortcomings he has. It is better to choose a transparent personality than to secretly wash away, such as the former daughter-in-law Anggun for example.

"No problem, Miss Wulandari. For me, if that man is able to be loyal, to make Dinar happy, and to love my daughter so much. That's enough already, because it's hard to find the right man" said Anggun gently.

Ah, Wulandari was relieved to hear that. He nodded in understanding, some of the waiters seemed to move to serve food and drinks that had been ordered by Mark, the man had ordered a restaurant to food and drinks that would be connected to both. Until both need not be disturbed to choose food and wait too long, food and drinks have been lodged on the table. Smoke billowed, the smell of eating stirred dancing in the air.

"Ah, yes. Actually today's meeting, I personally have a request and agreement with Bu Wulandari," Anggun said glancing back at the woman's face in front of him.

"Please say it, Mom. I will listen to the request and the agreement that Bu Anggun conveyed," said Wulandari.

...***...

Eve perperugang airs, puff of breath Damar hunt, the whole household Anjani looks ravaged. Luckily both Anjani's parents and younger siblings were not in place, they were on vacation to their hometown. Well, Damar really did not expect with Anjani. How this one snot woman is so petty, wants to reverse the name of her home certificate document. Being on his behalf, even Dinar alone made a home for both parents of Damar. Didn't want to create a certificate in his name, instead making it in Damar's name.

Anjani. "Everything is wrong, Mom!" yelled Anjani annoyed. "Had Mas Damar obviously wanted to marry me. Does Mas Damar think I'm gonna do this? No, Mas. I'm not going to do this, because I saw Mas Damar starting to change. I'm doing all of this" Anjani continued, seeking justification for her petty actions.

Anjani must get more of Damar's treasure, after what he sacrificed. Just imagine, Anjani had to sacrifice her teenage years to become a mother. Although these are all the faults and greed of Anjani, that is clear. Anjani did not want to lose himself, he had to dredge everything without rest.

Anjani rose apoplexy, he ruffled his waist to look at Damar with a red face. "Mas Damar! Denger yes, all right. In this world no woman would accept a man for who he is, Mas. Especially men who are married, nothing, Mas. Of love? Hah, love is only for women who are ready to live miserable. I'm not a stupid woman who wants to eat the wind, Mom. I wouldn't want to be the same Mas if it wasn't for Mas having money, even though Mas Damar is handsome. What is the use of it if you can not make a full stomach, a luxurious house, and a happy life, Mas. It's no use, Mommy."

Speechless.

Damar was wide-eyed to hear it, so all this time it was just his money that Anjani wanted. So why just now? After Damar divorced Dinar. After Damar lost everything he had, starting from the perfect wife, and a stable economy. Damar is mistaken, a good woman will not want to destroy another woman's household. No good woman would steal another woman's property.

"Yes, then. You, the fucking woman. I will never marry until I die, I will never marry. The child after birth, I will take him," said Damar, with a crimson face.

Anjani's laughter soared, making her big belly move along. Damar's forehead shriveled, hearing Anjani's loud laughter, even the woman coughed, it felt like her bladder was tight.

"Jeez, Mas Damar," muttered Anjani with a scornful expression and tone intonation. "This kid isn't Mas Damar's kid, want me to tell you one crazy secret? Mas Damar is barren. Men can't have children, this child I got from another man's seed. Did Damar not suspect anything? 5 Years of marriage with Dinar. But, don't have children. Surprisingly after Mbak Dinar divorced Mas Damar she was pregnant with a child from another man. What markings? The sign, Mas Damar himself is barren," continued Anjani slapped Damar with astonishing facts.

To be ruined, Anjani is heartbroken. With the words of Amira the other day, when Anjani brought Aji to look at the house in-laws on behalf of Damar. Caci maki and Amira's desire to seize the child in the womb, Anjani wants to trample them all. A demonic smile rose on Anjani's lips, seeing Damar's lips tremble violently.

"G—no way," he muttered.

"What not, maybe. Now go to the hospital, check for yourself. Mas Damar will see for himself, the real facts. So don't just be able to demean me. Tell her sister too, Mas. If the masnya he is most proud of is the man m-a-n-d-u-l," Anjani chimps with a triumphant smile.

...***...

"Well, how?" mark asked Dinar as they looked through the baby furniture.

Mark was too enthusiastic, even though the child in the Dinar womb was not yet 7 months old. Mark wanted to design a room immediately, buy baby furniture for their first child. Dinar glanced at Mark, with a frown.

"This child does not yet appear to be his gender, loh. So you can not want the choice of furniture, room design, let alone other details," replied Dinar, explaining.

Although Dinar actually wants to buy everything that looks funny in his eyes, Dinar must refrain, said people used to buy baby goods before the age of the womb is more than 7 months. Therefore, Dinar must refrain from checking out baby items that are considered funny.

Mark's expression seemed instantly lethargic, he put the baby gloves back into place. His bead of eyes glanced towards the Dinar that was moving towards the front, ah, it seemed like Mark knew what to buy. His wide footsteps caught up with Dinar, clasping Dinar's hands. Linking their fingers, Dinar flinched. His head turned, Mark smiled widely.

"We buy maternity dress only, same some dresses for photoshop. You're the same me, grab some themes. Later our child is born we do family photoshop," he explained, enthusiastically.

Dinar thinned his lips, Mark spoke again. Now he knows what it's like to be loved unconditionally, and unfailingly by Mark Louis. In fact being loved by the right man is much happier, having the wrong man to love. His sweetness was fought for now he felt.

Seriate....