My Scandal Secret

Agnes should have been able to consider Gatot Erlangga as just a lust satisfier, just as she did with the men she had slept with.

However, for some reason, her heart strongly rejected and forbade her from positioning Gatot Erlangga as equal to those men. Not because Gatot Erlangga was a diplomat, Even a minister once dated her and it didn't leave a mark on his heart, unlike Gatot Erlangga.

For a moment, Agnes stood in front of the bathroom sink mirror.

Her eyes caught several kiss marks that Gatot Erlangga left on her neck and around her chest.

He gently brushed every red mark while remembering how hot and wild their love was last night.

For the past six months, she has been contracted by her management as a team for one party, and Agnes has been able to get many dating jobs with many party leaders and officials which have made her bank account fatter.

A moment later, Agnes remembered Gatot Erlangga's departure after having sex with her.

Agnes' brow furrowed in disappointment, while a feeling of annoyance immediately gripped all her feelings.

Agnes realized that she should not protest, let alone be disappointed with Gatot Erlangga's departure, because they were both adults who had the same sexual needs. who at that time also demanded release.

Agnes also knew that Gatot Erlangga was just having fun with her, just like she used the man's body to satisfy her passion.

Maybe for Gatot Erlangga, his body is just a dessert for dinner.

Not wanting to drown in a vortex of annoyance, Agnes closed her eyes and took a deep breath while hoping that the image of Gatot Erlangga would disappear from her mind.

Unfortunately, every time she closed her eyes, she immediately imagined the movements and touches that Gatot Erlangga gave to her body,

causing a hot, passionate tingle that managed to strangle Agnes' breathing cavity until her breath became shorter and her heart beat erratically.

And today he will sing again in front of the party's top brass, there is hope to meet Gatot again tonight, to spend the cold night in Jordan.

"Nez, after the show, go straight into 283 Sheraton, okay! Arum and Jack will accompany you later!" Ami, his manager, stood in front of him while giving him the hotel key card.

"Who else am I with...?" Agnes asked.

"Same babeh...! What about the crew...? Do you really want the crew to be paid for rice boxes...?" Ami the manager answered while laughing.

"You get 30%, I'm the one who's tired. My crotch is sore, you know...?" Agnes replied. The two of them have been friends since Agnes started her debut as a dangdut singer from stage to stage., until finally Ami got a call from an artist manager who also invited her to work together as an artist during the campaign season last year, Agnes was showered with jobs other than singing, plus pluses that made her...

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"Ma'am, we're on duty at the congress...?" Jumali leaned back on the sofa in front of Dinda's desk.

"Hey, aren't you happy to be able to get money from a dangdut singer?" Dinda answered. Dewi, who was sitting in front of Dinda, turned to Jumali.

"He's jealous because he can't give money...!"

"It's not that they can't..? But they didn't get any..? They're crazy, aren't they? Isn't it scary if their scandal gets exposed...?" Jumali replied, commenting on the behavior of the bigwigs.

"Do you really want to expose them...? Prepare a gravestone, along with money for funeral expenses, OK...!" Dewi teased while laughing.

"I want to finish quickly, master, so I can get promoted...!"

Jumali is a student who is interning as an honorary local staff, because of his achievements he was recruited in the consular section initially, but because Dinda also needed a translator, Dinda also uses Jumali's skills in her work.

"He said he wanted to get married first...? Which one is correct...? Let us prepare the envelope from now on...? An envelope for an invitation or a farewell envelope...?" Goddess teased.

"Shhh, last night when I took the artist to the hotel, do you know who opened the door to her room...?" said Siska who had just arrived and immediately pulled a chair and sat between Dinda and Dewi.

"I know, Mr. Gatot Erlangga, right...? I picked him up at 2 last night...!" Jumali answered casually.

The three women sitting around Dinda's desk immediately turned around.

"Seriously, are you picking me up...?" Dewi asked.

"It's crazy that I don't think I can handle the protocol for dealing with immorality like this...!" Jumali answered while taking off his tie.

"We're on duty now, right...? Hopefully there won't be any more sex transactions...!" Dinda said, then tidied up the documents and files on her desk.

"The Marsiti case is closed, we can't do anything else. Even though we are sure this was murder, we can only pray that the deceased Khusnul is khatimah." Dinda said, answered "Amen..." in unison

"The autopsy results are clear..?" said Jumali.

"So we have to open the case again? Do you want to make more enemies? I just say no...? As for me, I hope his family in Tegal is observant and doesn't keep quiet. Let's just keep all of this to ourselves, maybe we can...

" Rasanya kit ini seperti harimau ga punya gigi ya...?" Ucap Jumali yang jiwa mahasiswa nya masih berkobar.

"Continue being a student so you can protest without fear of being fired...!" Siska said.

They then prepared to go to the congress venue.

"We'll bring our own cars, right...?" Dinda asked, answered by a nod from her team.

The elevator door opened again when he arrived at the ground floor. Dinda and the others immediately walked towards their car which was parked not far from the elevator door. Just as he was about to open the car door, pon

Dinda immediately took her cellphone out of her blazer pocket, looking at her cellphone screen to see who was calling. However, when she saw the name Gatot Erlangga, a feeling of annoyance immediately filled Dinda's chest. She wanted to reject the call, but she couldn't.

Forced, Dinda answered even though she was lazy to deal with the man from the past who was now her boss, even though he was not her direct boss, but as a local diplomatic staff, he was their boss.

"Good evening, Sir...? Ready for your orders..?" Dinda greeted in formal language, without any pleasantries.

"Can you come here, to the congress? There's something I want to talk about."

For a moment, Dinda was silent as she frowned suspiciously, remembering the unpleasant incident that happened to her last time when Gatot suddenly came to her room.

"Ready..? Where are you going, Sir..? It just so happens that it's my turn to be on duty at the congress now..!" Dinda answered.

"I wish I could talk about it over the phone, but this is really important, and you have to come here. It's about a group of artists who just arrived and are stuck at immigration, okay, I'll wait for you."

"Sorry sir, for cases like that I will connect you to the consular protocol...!" Dinda answered as calmly as possible, how could Gatot Erlangga not know the function of protocol.

Gatot's body immediately stiffened.

"Dinda?"

"Come here and meet me..! so we can talk about it calmly," Gatot coaxed a little more gently.

Dinda considered once more before finally letting out a resigned sigh.

"Okay, I'll go there."

Dinda ended the call with an annoyed growl, then put the phone in her pocket. What's up now?

The next day, Dinda woke up later, which was unusual for him, who always woke up in the morning due to professional demands. Now, the man could enjoy life a little more relaxedly.

Which he often regretted in his life, because when he went to work, his son had not yet woken up. While at night he came home, his son was already asleep.

But this time it was different, because Dinda woke up when Gilang's voice was heard calling her.

The voice that Dinda always missed so much, that she always wanted to hear whenever and wherever she was.

For eleven years, Dinda has been a single parent for her son, Gilang Pratama.

Fortunately, Dinda received support from the people around her when she decided to get pregnant out of wedlock.

At that time, her father was still serving as ambassador, bringing along Dinda who was pregnant. And Dinda never returned to Indonesia.

He chose to settle in the Middle East and serve wholeheartedly as a legal advisor to Indonesian migrant workers in the Middle East.

"Mama... We have a way out, right Maaaaa...!" His son Gilang's voice was heard behind the door.

"Come in, honey...!" Dinda said.

Round eyes full of sparkle, Dinda could see her son's cheerful face from her bed.

"You're awake...? Wow, you're all dressed up..?" Now Dinda's voice was heard as she woke up her body and sat on her bed.

Gilang walked towards his bed and immediately climbed in.

"Mom has two days off, right...?" he asked. "My friends will gather at King Hussein Park...!" Gilang said.

Dinda always joins the parents of her son's friends when she has a holiday.

Especially during the snow season like now.

Even though Dinda's heart is not well at the moment, she tries to stay calm and smile.

Even though he was very anxious about Gatot's presence, he was very worried that Gatot would see Gilang.

Or office workers will accidentally see Gilang's resemblance to Gatot Erlangga, the head of economics who was just inaugurated yesterday.

If you look closely, his son's eyes are similar to Gatot's. Not only that, the lines of his face are described as forming like his face when he is an adult. And that is very worrying for Dinda.

She doesn't want her happiness to be disturbed by the presence of a man in her past who doesn't want to take responsibility.

Ting tong...

Ting tong...

The sound of the bell rang.

"That must be Amo (Uncle)...?" Gilang said as he ran to the door.

Dinda then got out of bed and walked into the bathroom.

"Mom," Gilang shouted happily when he saw his Grandpa and Grandma coming and Lutfi Sahloul who he called Amo.

Even though he is almost twelve years old, Gilang is still like a child. His body is just big.

"Grandpa...? Grandpa's staying over today, right...? Mom's on holiday, you know...!" He said while hugging his grandfather.

Gilang is the first male grandchild in the Haryanto Adjie family, making him everyone's favorite grandchild.

"Yes, I'm staying overnight..! What's wrong...? Do you want to play in the snow??" asked Haryantoe Adjie, Dinda's father, who, although retired, is still active as a businessman.

"I want to go to Petra later...!" Gilang asked.

"Okay... Sure...! Tomorrow we go to Petra..!" Haryanto Adjie replied while stroking his grandson's head.

"We're going to the park now, right...? Then we'll eat grilled fish...?" He said again.

"Yes...! We'll be leaving in a moment...!" Haryanto Adjie answered with a smile.

A woman serves hot tea with mint leaves on the table as well as a plate of still hot cakes.

"Thank you, Mbak...!" Said Larasati, Dinda's mother.

After chatting for a while, they finally went to the park because Gilang was impatient.

"What's wrong with you, Din...? You've been quiet all this time. Is there a problem...?" asked Haryanto Adjie.

Dinda exhaled and smoke was seen coming out of her nose because of the very cold temperature.

"Dad knows...? Gatot replaced Mr. Asmara...!" Dinda said softly.

Dinda's parents looked surprised.

"How is he...?" asked Haryanto Adjie worriedly.

"We haven't had a chance to talk, just shook hands during yesterday's inauguration," Dinda answered while looking at Gilang who was playing snowboarding with his friends.

"Dad will ask you to be transferred to Qatar. We can handle Qatar Petroleum again, the case is still not finished, right...?" said Haryanto Adjie.

Dinda was silent.

The conversation stopped when Gilang was heard shouting.

"He's my Amo, not my father...! My father died when I was still a baby...!" Gilang said while pointing at Lutfi who was menemaninya bermain.

Lutfi laughed.

The man who had been waiting for his love to be reciprocated by Dinda.

"Maybe he will be your father later...!" Gilang's friend said.

"Amo, do you want to be my father...?" Gilang asked while holding Lutfi's hand.

Dinda, who was about to stand up, was held back by Haryanto Adjie.

"Lutfi is a good young man, why can't you open your heart to him...?"

Dinda was silent.

"Maybe now is the time for you to start opening your heart. Lutfi is a good young man, and we know the Sahloul family well," said Haryanto Adjie to Dinda.

"Mr. Benny, when are you coming from Jakarta...?" Dinda asked, changing the subject.

Mas Benny is Dinda's older brother who is also a lawyer. Dinda is also a lawyer at her brother's law firm which mostly handles cases in the Middle East.

After retiring, Haryanto Adjie himself is still actively doing business in the Middle East, his wife opened an Indonesian restaurant.

"Dad, I'm afraid Gilang goes to the same school as Gatot's son, because usually diplomats' children go to Cambridge too."

"Okay, do you think Gatot will recognize Gilang...?"

"Dad, look at Gilang's face, that's a photo of Gatot's copy..! I'm actually scared to bring Gilang to the office now. I'm afraid people will see Gilang's resemblance to Gatot. Especially Sinta, Gatot is married to .

"Sinta..? Sinta is your friend from junior high school..? Mrs. Darmi's daughter..?" Dini, Dinda's mother, asked.

"Yes, Mom. I really can't imagine if Gilang's child goes to the same school as him. No, no, no!" Dinda answered angrily.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you can just move to Qatar or Dubai. Don't you want to open your own office...? Maybe now is the time..? "The good thing is that you marry Lutfi, then open your own office. God willing, you will be happy, son..!" Said Haryanto Adjie while looking at his youngest daughter.

"Pap, maybe it would be a good idea for us to invite Maher to dinner.? At the same time, we can answer their proposal..!" Dini said to her husband.

"Mamaaaa...! Amo Lutfi told me, he wants to be my Papa..! So I can join the Daddy and Son's relay race later...!" Haryanto Adjie and his wife Dini laughed when they heard their grandson's words.

"Lutfi, tomorrow night we'll eat at Swefieh, I'll also invite your parents. It's been a long time since I've seen them...!" Haryanto Adjie said to Lutfi who smiled happily.

"Ehmmm, do I need to bring the marriage registrar straight away, Sir..?" Lutfi asked while smiling and raising his eyebrows at Dinda who immediately glared at her friend.

"See you later, Mrs. Dinda. If you have any questions, call me, okay," said the Arab man warmly while extending his hand.

"Y-yes, sir," Dinda answered briefly, then returned the gesture, and let go as quickly as possible. Not wanting to build a further conversation., Dinda rushed to the elevator, then pressed the button several times, hoping the door would open soon. However, for some reason the elevator door did not open.

Dinda's heart was beating fast. This time not because of nervousness, but because of fear. Yes, Dinda was afraid that the Arab man would suddenly approach her and try to approach her.

This time the case he was facing was quite complicated and drained his energy and emotions.

Finally, the elevator door opened. Dinda rushed in without looking back. After pressing the button for the ground floor and the door moved to close, Dinda was able to breathe a sigh of relief. Music was heard., at least it was able to calm his panic. Slowly, his heartbeat began to calm down.

Dinda opened her bag to check her car keys.

I only met him once! Dinda grumbled, then took her phone out of her bag and typed a message that she addressed to Siska and Astrid.

'Everything went well. See you tomorrow in Amman, singles!' she sent a message to her two single friends who were pursuing careers.

After sending the message, Dinda put her phone back into her bag. Because she was too busy with her own thoughts, Dinda didn't realize that she wasn't alone in the elevator. After closing her bag, Dinda lifted her face and stared at her reflection with a man standing right beside her.

The man looked dashing with a tall and sturdy body. A masculine Arab face with white skin and a green chin, a sign that he shaves regularly.

From the jacket and trousers that the man was wearing, which fit perfectly as if they were specially sewn for his body, it was clear that the man was quite classy with the branded shoes and Rolex watch that he was wearing.

Finally, Dinda turned and noticed the man who was currently busy typing something on his cellphone, while his left hand was carrying a briefcase. He really looked perfect like a blackboard model.

A second later, Dinda caught the man's brow suddenly furrowing with his gaze still fixed on the phone screen. Maybe he's in trouble, Dinda thought.

As if he could feel Dinda's probing gaze, the man immediately lifted his face, then turned and stared at her sharply with one eyebrow raised, a sign of dislike.

Dinda immediately turned her gaze elsewhere. Even, deciding to take her phone out of her bag, trying to look busy.

After feeling that the man was no longer looking at her, Dinda took a deep breath and began to immerse herself in the game on her cellphone.

Upon arriving at the ground floor, the elevator doors began to open. Dinda, who rushed out, did not realize that the man beside her was also doing the same thing.

Finally, the big and strong body accidentally bumped into Dinda's body until her shoulder hit the elevator door.

"Oww!" Dinda groaned in pain.

The man reflexively pulled Dinda's hand, distancing himself from several people who wanted to enter the elevator.. However, the pull instead made Dinda's body enter the embrace of the strange man. Quickly, she pushed the man's body away, then looked at him with an annoyed look.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to. Are you hurt?" the man said in a deep voice and formal manner.

"It's okay!" Dinda replied irritably while rubbing her sore shoulder, then turned and walked away from the elevator, towards the reception desk.

"Is there anything I can do? Do you want me to take you to the doctor or something?" the man asked again as he followed Dinda from behind.

"No need! Compressing it will do the trick," Dinda replied curtly.

"Are you sure you don't want to be checked by the health department first?" the man asked again, which made Dinda stop walking.

"Please sir! Don't worry, it's okay!" Dinda replied in Arabic.

The man nodded.

Dinda hurriedly exchanged her visitor card at the reception desk, then jogged towards the building exit. Without realizing it, the stranger kept watching Dinda as she stepped out. A wild, crooked smile began to adorn his handsome face.

Dinda went straight to her car, she had to leave tonight to go home to Jordan. Her assignment was finished in Damascus.

Jordan in December began to snow in some areas. Dinda put on her gloves before leaving her apartment

Today there was a welcoming ceremony for new diplomats who replaced diplomats whose terms of service had ended.

Dinda, who had just returned from Damascus on a business trip for almost two weeks, just found out that there was a farewell reception for the new diplomat today from her son, Gilang Pratama.

"Mom, I wear batik too, right...?" asked her son who was used to following diplomatic protocol at the office.

Dinda, who works as a local staff in the legal protection of Indonesian communities in the Middle East, has been working in Jordan for almost six years.

When the two of them entered the hall, the guests and staff of the Indonesian Embassy were already sitting on the chairs provided.

Dinda immediately pulled her son to sit in the third row to join the others.

"When did you arrive from Damascus...?" Siska asked her friend.

"Last night at 2 o'clock...!" Dinda answered.

Dinda stood there stunned when the MC said.. "Welcome Mr. Gatot Erlangga who will serve as the head of the economics division replacing....__" and a man in a suit and tie walked firmly with a woman in a white kebaya and two girls who were also wearing white kebaya.

Dinda unconsciously squeezed her son Gilang's hand.

Her memory returned to an incident 11 years ago, in a villa.

" Gatot, I'm pregnant...!"

" How is that possible...? We only did it once..?"

"But I'm pregnant now, Gatot! I want you to meet my parents immediately..!"

"Dinda..! I just graduated, I haven't made my parents happy yet. You know, to send me to school in Jakarta, my parents had to sell their rice fields.. Unlike you who were facilitated by your parents. Besides I'm not sure you're pregnant with my seed, try to remember who the father of the baby in your stomach is...!"

Paaaang

"Don't talk carelessly, bro! If you don't want to take responsibility, I won't force you, but don't ever insult me. I was wrong to have loved you all this time!"

And without any feelings, the handsome man left Dinda who was standing holding back her tears with all her heart.

Only her mother was the first person she met after Gatot Erlangga's rejection.

"Dinda...! Listen to Mama...! It's better if you don't marry a bastard like that, Mama will accompany you, "Now finish your business on campus while your stomach is not visible yet, then you go with your mother to Cairo. You will stay there until you give birth and then continue your studies...!"

With the support of her parents and her brother Benny, Dinda went through pregnancy until giving birth in Cairo, Egypt.

Moving away from Gatot Erlangga who now reappears in front of him, and what is more surprising is, Gatot Erlangga is marrying Shinta, Dinda's best friend and neighbor.