Cerita Dewass Novels & Stories

said citra. Haikal's shirt buttons were open because of the image, Haikal again pulled the image in his arms "you have to be responsible for starting first" said haikal smiling and then kissing citra's lips. Dita and dew had lunch after watching "seru juga ya film nya" said Dew while putting his bag beside him. Dita nodded and checked her cell phone, there was no reply from Jay. Suddenly Iqbal and Karim came and sat next to them" Hi " greet Karim while smiling, dew reply.

“Yeah… poor his ex-wife. Good thing she escaped that devil.” Dewangga lowered his head, pulling his jacket collar higher. The shame hurt more than the hunger. He returned to his apartment empty-handed. He sat on the floor, leaning against the damp wall. Taking out his cracked phone, he searched Serena’s name online. What he found were headlines about her success—photos of Serena smiling beside Haris Nasution at an award ceremony. She looked happy. Free. Then he saw a photo of Clarisa. His daughter looked healthier, brighter, and beautiful in her little dress. She no longer looked afraid.

Davian muttered from the bottom of the boat, trying to brace his stiff back against the wooden hull. Dewangga didn’t respond. The muscles in his arms burned, and the wounds on his back throbbed with every pull of the oar. He kept his eyes forward, searching for any sign of the small island Sarah had promised as a transit point. “Why so quiet? Mourning your fate as a fugitive?” Davian provoked again. Though his body was broken, his tongue remained his sharpest weapon. Dewangga finally paused, wiping the sweat from his forehead with his damp sleeve. “I’m thinking, Davian. Thinking about how a man who once controlled half the city’s economy is now curled up in a stinking fishing boat.”

That was wrong] explained Dewa with a very serious face. Rere seemed to roll hers eyes, she was embarrassed when the Dewa made her unable to move anymore. [When did you return to Jakarta?] Asked Dewa, trying not to care what he saw on Rere's face. [I don't know, I think I already feel at home here, do I need to submit a letter of request to quit, huh?] Asked Rere, teasing Dewa a little. [Yes, you better stop, let me do the work, you can stay home waiting for me to come home.]