Happy After Divorce
CHAPTER 47. SINCERITY

Messy everything, as soon as Damar climbs to the top. Soon he was free-falling, mired in suffering. The bitter reality must be swallowed raw, in fact Damar himself is wrong. He who had betrayed, trampled on the heart of his ex-wife sadistically in spite of Dinar's struggles until their household in the past was on the cusp of glory. Not many men understand, different wives have different sustenance. And different qualities of self, especially women who have been chosen far from the word classy.

GECK! GECK!

"The room! This is Mama, you're home, right?" Sri called her son who had no news for 7 days.

Loud sounds and loud bangs from outside, making Damar jolted from the long daydream. The smell of alcohol in the air, the door of the minimalist rented house was no longer opened. Paper symbolizing the hospital chuckled formless on the floor, Damar smiled scornfully.

"She may not be home, Ma" Amira said, speaking.

"Try the phone, masmu," Sri told the youngest.

Amira gave a small nod, her fingers moving over the phone screen. Before the smartphone is affixed to the right earlobe, ringing ringtone flat objects that come chuckling on the screen in the air. Sri and Amira who stood on the terrace of the rented house of Damar fight each other glanced at each other, before being brought back towards the tightly closed door leaf.

"Mas is at home, maybe Ma's sleep," said Amira, the call's voice cut off.

They faintly heard the sound of footsteps, and the sound of keys being opened. The door was pulled slowly inward, the face of Damar that looked as chaotic as it was clearly visible in the door segment that was slightly open.

"God! Damar," Sri muttered in surprise at the appearance and body scent that pierced the middle-aged woman's sense of smell.

"Why come here early in the morning, Ma," replied Damar rasping.

"This morning is 1pm, from where. The sun was already up there, Mas why was it like someone out of the forest. That tangle, I'm drinking alcohol? Ugh.. it smells so bad." Amira quickly clamped her nostrils.

Damar had no energy, the man let out a rough sigh. Sri pushed the door of the house to open wider again, for the umpteenth time the mother—daughter mendumel smell of unpleasant aroma and the shape of the state of the Damar rented house is very messy.

...***...

Lydia's lips opened wide, finding the presence of a shoulder-haired woman on the sofa of her living room. The woman who had chosen to go on the show pretending to be crazy, was now sitting on the sofa staring at Lydia. His eyes looked so haughty, there was no smile. One thing was still the same in Lydia's eyes, a timeless beauty. And the typical hubris of a conglomerate princess, who has it all.

"Fine," muttered Lydia in disbelief.

Gracefully smiled cynically. "Sit down, I won't linger in this house." Graceful quick and fast.

Lydia swung her footsteps near the sofa, sitting face to face with the ex-wife of her beloved husband. Unlike Lydia, this one woman looks thinner and looks exhausted.

Graceful hands placed a large envelope on the living room table, then folded her hands under her chest.

"Open up, that's my first gift. Although it was too late for me to realize it, I should have done this from the beginning. For the two of you," said Anggun, giving the code to Lidia grabbing the large envelope.

GLAKES!

Lidia took a sip of saliva in her throat, Lidia's feeling was very unpleasant. Lidia's right hand stretched out to grab a large envelope, slowly opening it. Pulling a neatly arranged file, behind each sheet. Lydia's forehead is folded, how can it be? Lidia's pupils widened, she glanced in the direction of Graceful.

"Of course, taking over everything that was from the beginning belongs to me. This house, the company that is now managed by Amar, as well as the property that my father-in-law gave to my daughter. Just for Dinar," said Anggun calmly.

"I know, Dinar is the owner of everything. Neither I nor Mas Amar, will give this to Dinar. Not for you," said Lydia.

Anggun Head nodded at a glance, and smiled faintly. "It seems that something is wrong for you to understand, Lydia. Amar's property, huh? Not everything belongs to Amar. At that time, the Amar family company was on the verge of bankruptcy. Guess who reached out to get them back up? Yeah, my family's company. My father fought so hard that Amar agreed to an arranged marriage. You're right, if he had to marry me. My father did not do anything cunning to get to this stage, but it was Amar who did the cunning. Disappearing the trail of my papa's help, and you with the bang said that my position at that time was yours, huh," scorned Anggun.

Lydia was the one who seized all the rights of Grace, naivety and love. Forsaken the sanity of Anggun, in the brain Anggun there is only Amar and Amar. Love makes him so weak and stupid. Now no longer, Graceful let go of everything. Welcoming the arrival of the little—grandson who will be born. As well as the happiness of her only daughter, Anggun will struggle to make up for her past folly.

"Tell Amar, I'm coming. And asked for all my rights, looking excepted. Ah, this house if you like. Please buy with money, oh, yes. I'm sorry I forgot, you're kere. Just by modelling a hearty facial expression to feel victimized, that's all your talent from the past. If not from Amar, you are nobody, our class from the beginning is different. I'm the stupid one, I have to resuscitate the flies if the flowers are more fragrant than the garbage basket" Anggun continued, before he got up from his sitting position.

...***...

The fragrant aroma of coffee, the sweetness of chocolate milk out in the air blends with the crisp aroma of grilled satay spices and grilled corn. Sometimes they both look at Mark. The man looked enthusiastic about the grilled corn, he said tonight. Mark who will serve both queens, some of Mark's family seemed to work making roasted chicken. Behind Mark's luxurious mansion was so frenzied, not to mention Mark's niece who seemed to be running to and fro with flaming wire fireworks.

Gracefully glanced to the side, where Dinar seemed to capture a rare moment on the smartphone in her hand. Mark's family asked the two to relax more, until all the food was ready to be served on an elongated table. Feeling stared so intensely, Dinar glanced to the side. He smiled at his beloved mother, Anggun returned the smile of the princess.

"Mommy hungry?" asked Dinar to Anggun, looking Gracefully flinched at a glance.

The dinar turned off the footage he had taken, putting a rectangular object on the table. He inched towards the mother, dropping his head on Grace's shoulder.

"I want to keep going like this, Ma," said Dinar lirih. "Look at Mama's activities like before, surrounded by very good people. And. someone who loves me sincerely," continued Dinar, not forgetting he commented a big smile.

"Yes, Mama is happy to see Mama's only daughter can be happy.  This time, it seems that God gave the Dinar the happiness it had ever taken. And returned many times over," said Anggun slowly.

Dinar nodded, she did not express her feelings for Mark. Dinar wanted to see how patient Mark was with her, Dinar he felt like being loved even harder. However, it does not mean Dinar does not appreciate how hard Mark's efforts to show if Mark loves him.

Gracefully rubbed the back of Dinar's palm, a thousand times sorry. Will not be able to make up for the Anggun guilt of Dinar, who never tired of caring for Anggun.

"Why didn't Dinar leave Mama then? Than living with a crazy mom. Why not live with your rich dad?" ask Anggun quite curious, how can his son withstand all the pain and humiliation of having a crazy mother.

"Mom remember not the same as Ben?" ask back Dinar, before explaining the reason why he chose to be with Anggun instead of having to be with Amar.

The head of Grace nodded. "Yes, remember. He was a close friend of Mama's, "Anggun replied, ah he remembered with Benny.

"Om Ben, he loves Mama" Dinar said, making the middle-aged woman's eyes wide open. "Unfortunately Om Ben is only considered to be Mama's best friend, Om Ben never left Mama. Even though Mama never looked up to Om Ben, she helped me. Ben said, Mama's life is not as smooth as others see it. Mama's son who does not know how to feel loved by both parents, because his mother Mama was not there when Mama was 8 years old. And Eyang who is busy working and just meets Mama with material alone, Om Ben sincerely with Mama. Om Ben keeps me on my side. Sometimes I think it would be wonderful if Om Ben was my father" Dinar explained.

Graceful really doesn't know, or it doesn't pay much attention. In the eyes of Anggun there is only Amar, although in the eyes of Amar there is only Lydia.

Seriate....