Afraid to Widow

Chapter XVI (Grizelle Prameswari)

My revenge move to Sahrial was to kidnap him dilapidated so that there was a strong reason at the trial and he paid a fine. Well, the first one I sell, before going to the office I took the time to stop by Sukma and Ragiel's house first. Incidentally the distance of the AT Press office and their home is not too far away. About 10 minutes away.

"Assalamualaikum," said I so to their front home.

Sukma who was busy sunbathing the baby, shocked to see my arrival.

"Mbak Gisel's. Tumben's here? What's up?"

"You nengokin your baby anyway. Since you were born samsk has never been your negokin."

Sukma approached me. Instantly seeing her adorable cute baby. "Geez, what a funny baby you are. Can I take it home?" ask me a stale.

"Father Budhe."

I was looking for Rajiel. He did not see his nose. "Suk, where's your man?"

"There's inside. Another shower, I guess. Want me to call you?"

"Can. I have something to ask you about."

Sukma entered his house. While waiting for Sukma to return, I opened my handbag and picked up the iphone 13. I read Whatsapp Chat first.

Five minutes later Sukma appeared with Rajiel.

"Geez, Sister Gisel actually came here to nengokin our baby."

"Yes. It's just something."

"What is it?" asked Rajiel and Sukma in curiosity.

"You have known Sahrial for a long time. Well, in your eyes, what lack of Sahrial is it? That's why we want to refer. I want to know his shortcomings, to be equipped with my advantages," I said lying. No way, am I being honest about it for revenge? They don't want to leak it to me.

"What yes?" Ragiel looked seriously thought. He held his hand up on his chin. "We don't really know Sahrial. He came to Yogya, there continued to be fighting conflicts, so in total I am only a matter of 4-5 months."

"All you know."

"Secret, grumpy, impatient, chatty, stingy and if shopping to the market kayak mother-emak nawarnya."

Hearing the last two words, my eyes sparkled. You see, it can be used to sue for divorce in a religious court.

Since my goal has been achieved, I want to go home first. I raise my left hand. "Well, I don't think it'll be nine o'clock. I went to the office first. Suk, you want to come to the office?"

"I followed you. Take a bath in the Baby's Grandpa."

"Gue to the office. Assalamualaikum."

***

When I arrived at the office, I passed Helen.

 "Morning, Ma'am," she said.

"Pqgi also. Uh, Len can I have something?"

Helen's forehead wrinkled. "What's it, Mom?"

"Only personal matter."

Face changed. "As long as I can answer, I will answer."

"You're Sahrial's ex, as long as you're the same person he is?"

"What yes? As we all know, Mr. Sahrial was affirming, if the high tone felt ngajak fight continues, fierce, giving deadline curse, want to be fast, fast paced, however, she is very kind and affectionate with her family, especially her mother. Oh yeah, he's a good religion too. Never late to five prayers and diligent fasting Monday Thursday."

"Nothing else is there?"

"It doesn't feel like yes. During our courtship we rarely met. He was a busy final student thesis, while the same is still MA (Madrasah Aliyah). Communication is only through HP. Even if there is a dilapidation, I do not have the right to open the disgrace."

I was disappointed with Helen's reply. He even revealed the plus value of Sahrial.

"Oh that. Thanks for answering."

"What's the matter, ma'am, about Mr Sahrial?"

"No what. I wrote the novel Sahrial. Make a deepening of the character. That's why I have you as a person who has been very close to the Sahrial," I reasoned.

***

Budiman, a traveling newspaper salesman has stood by on the terrace of the AT Press office. Honestly, I salute him. In the midst of the rise of online news, he is still loyal to newspaper sales. 

"Sir, Femina the latest edition has been published. Wanna?"

"May deh."

I used to be a hobby to buy magazines. Make read celebrity news, women tips, short stories, stars, to the zodiac. However, since the age of increasingly sophisticated internet access can be easy, do not buy anymore. Only after Budiman nongol magazine subscriptions again. I don't like it if I don't buy it in him.

"How much?"

I spent a hundred thousand dollars. Then hand it over to Budiman.

"Duh, Ma'am. There's no change. Money is just fine."

"Well, I haven't cracked it yet. Yes, the change is for you."

"It's not nice to accept my people's gifts," she said subtly.

"Yes, I took it on the desk first."

I went into the AT Press office to get some money in my desk drawer. Not five minutes back to see him. I give you twenty thousand.

"Well, if this is new I want to accept. Thanks to ya."

Suddenly Sahrial appeared.

"Grizelle's. Apaan. You're still my wife knows."

Pucuk dikin ulampun arrive. He came by himself when I was with Budiman. This was the perfect time to make him feel humiliated.

"Eh, you want to so seize my bini?"

"No, Bang. I just wanted to write a magazine. Then I say yes first."

The presence of Sahrial makes the concussion of the AT Press office. Until Miss Nazneen comes out. They question what is it?

I feel bad. Directly bowing. "sorry. There's nothing. "Sahrial, come with me right now!"

I took Sahrial to the chicken porridge stall near the office.

"Lu whatever the hell early in the morning has made a riot in the office of AT Press. What else do you want? I'm resigning."

"You want to find you. Wanna take a look."

My lips are smiling here. This is what I've been waiting for since yesterday. But I want to sell expensive first. "You want to refer? Not wrong with horrors? Very nice, abis divorced me as good as udel, now easy to refer? Cheih, really males."

"Clearly please. We refer to it. Like I'm starting to love you. It's been proven that some days you don't feel like there's anything lacking in my life."

"Love? Whatisit? No need to."

"Come on. Must be especially so that you'd like to come back to me?"

 Sahrial suddenly knelt down in front of me. Duh, I'm so embarrassed to see people. "What the hell, want to see people."

"I won't stand until you want to talk to me. Or gini deh, I sincerely become babu or why if you want to refer to me," he continued again.

The offer is tempting. "What true? What proof? Ntar you know-how to run to the discotheque and ask for divorce again."

"I swear, this time no more. If I do that again, I'm ready to go to jail."

"Really yes? I'll hold your word."

"So you want to talk about it?"

"Have. On one condition you'll be my man for life."

***

I went back home with Sahrial. The look on Sahrial's face paled.

"Oh my God, is this a house or a ship broken? It's messy."

I'm looking at horses. "What's wrong, my ART got Omicron. Isoman upstairs. I know myself I'm a type of girl bolez beberes home. Well, now you're proof of your words that would be my babu for life. There's all done."

"So bad, I'm doing my homework" grumbled Sahrial slowly.

I glare. "What did you say?"

Sahrial roars horses. "Eh, no. I said, yes, I'm doing it."

He began to pick up the dirty clothes and carried them to the back. That Abis he picked up the food scum and swept.

I smile myself looking at the expression of Sahrial Manyun doing homework. I know he had to do it. I work ah. Let him get upset.

When he mopped, I paced making mop results mop him.

"Why are you pacing around? Dirty again, right? My work doesn't take care of this."

"Oh, start protesting. We're back for divorce."

"Eh, don't dong. Yes .. yes, you go back and forth up to 100 times is also not a problem. Drop me clean again," said Sahrial. But he has no choice anymore.

Yes. How happy my heart would be if the Sahrial were like this at all times. Not a widow a week uh get a free bonus babu. Haha.