Among the Million Love
Chapter 37 ~Everybody Becomes Evil

Everyone seemed to be getting away from me, Dena, Doctor Andre, Mas Dika, Edwin, Baihaqi, these people lost contact with me. And now that's happening, my own family is getting away from me. Mama who did not want to talk to me since a few days ago, Papa and my sisters who seemed to support the full desire of mama to immediately match me with one of the men of Mama's choice.

After that, my phone felt lonely. Nothing bothers me or maybe one or two people remind me to eat. Yeah, my day's been quiet. Plus, even in my workplace, I am not close to other co-workers because (maybe) I feel uncomfortable when they discuss their respective partners. Worse yet, those who love to insinuate me ask, "When is marriage, Doctor Dysa?"

Not that I mean envy or spite, but I think that the couple is either lukewarm, sweethearts, not something that must be exhibited or told let alone to satirize me straightforwardly who clearly did not want to get married.

The only person close to me, and never asked me "when to marry" was only Bang Andre, but where was he? Heum, it's the same as the others.

At the cafe near the hospital where I work, this afternoon I sat here alone. Enjoy a glass of warm chocolate and a snack of cinnamon rolls, delicious eaten during cold weather like this. Outside of the drizzle, his grandson was as mellow as my current mood.

Drt drt.

The vibration of my phone surprised me, like it almost killed me for choking me to a cough. An incoming call that read "Papa Bella" on my phone screen. Immediately I lifted a moment after my choking incident.

"Hello, good afternoon. There's something I can help you with..."

"Aaaaaa aaaa!" All that was heard was the sound of Bella's scream with a faint voice rumbling behind Bella's voice.

"Bella´s. What's up, honey?"

"Yetoo!"

I rushed to the toilet to avoid the noise of visitors and the noise of the rain, I heard the sound of Bella seemed to be crying.

"What's up, Bella? What's going on?" I was wondering, maybe the boy was being kidnapped or maybe his father drowned and he was asking for help. Ah, my mind is just weird.

"Mother doctor... Please Bella, that aunt,"

"Why?" Auntie who does Bella mean? That aunt, what does Dena mean? Mama sansar?

"BELLA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?! WHY CALL THAT DAMN WOMAN, HUH?! GET IN THE ROOM!"

I jumped, the sound coming out of my phone was so loud. O God, is what I hear the voice of Dena? Very ferocious, how to yell at a child the age of Bella.

The phone is turned off, there's no way I'm dialing the connection that's been severed unilaterally. Now my mind wanders, imagining something bad is going on there. As far as I'm concerned, but it's going to be a waste because in reality I don't know where they live, Bella and her family. And one other thing, if I find out that far, I'm going to mess with Dena and Papa Bella about their household, and all I know is that they don't like being harassed about their privacy.

"Alright, Dysa. Try to stay calm and think positive, maybe Bella is being naughty that makes Dena angry. Little angry, not Dena seemed to be in a big rage. Oh my God, how is this?"

I looked over, she was a woman standing slightly behind me. From his gaze scares me a little, what does such a flat gaze mean? There was no clear expression on the woman's face, just staring at her with a sculpted body.

"Sorry," I said of origin. No need to ask "what is it or why are you looking at me?" because I think he's a stranger to me. It might just be a coincidence looking at each other without any purpose.

When my hand had formed an exit hinge, the woman said, "Wait. Are you the doctor named Dysa?"

I nodded, the woman knew me. I turned my body back to face him who was now behind my body. I smiled, "Yes, right. Have we met before?"

Maybe he's the parent of one of my little patients. Apparently not, the woman shook her head. "Okay, can I help you?" I asked formally.

"You're Dika's mistress." Her speech.

Really, I don't understand what's going on here. Dika Mas? Who is Dika? Which one is Dika? My girlfriend, my ex.

Before I scribbled away much of the information I wanted to ask, I stopped the woman. Since work and lunch time are over, I have to go back.

"We'll meet again tonight at this place at 7 p.m." Decided. He's agreed.

While working, I was not calm. Who was the woman I met at the cafe across the street? Why did he mention Mas Dika's name? And yes, I remember one thing from that woman. He's a two-body. Yeah, his belly's big. The woman is pregnant.

At 7 p.m., according to my agreement with that woman this afternoon. Now I go back to the cafe in front of the hospital, looking all over the cafe. The figure of a woman who is small but her belly is distended middle pregnant. I vaguely tried to remember his face, nor did I find out which person was from the many visitors.

However, there was one thing that made me have to blink repeatedly to make sure one person. I saw a man in a light blue shirt sitting on one of the chairs on the table bearing the number 14. The man I knew and had been close to for 8 years. The man I love who is willing to sacrifice his time for me to wait for my readiness to be his life partner.

"Mas Dika."

He was feeding a spoonful of food to a troubled woman in his sitting position, seen a large-bellied woman who was not comfortable sitting on a wooden chair in the corner of this cafe.

Dika, is he really happy with another woman? A woman who is pregnant with her child? So, his loyalty to me was not playful, he was even willing to wait for me until two months ago when we officially broke off as a lover who I often say "false lover"

How was the feeling of the industry at the time? And does the woman know that her husband has a lover who is none other than me? For sure he is a patient person or maybe not willing to give up Mas Dika for others, including myself.

Why did I just feel sad to see their togetherness, the romance they enjoyed unwittingly there was a wounded me here. Perhaps they deliberately agreed to the meeting I promised tonight in order to warm me up to their relationship and romance as husband and wife?

They were cruel to me.