After the Word Talak

CHAPTER 64. The Number of Destiny

Dikta is now in a room where she guest starred in a wedding seminar.

Now he sits on a long sofa with a moderator while Aurel who is carrying the Deed with Sean appears to be in the audience.

"Mbak Dikta, this is a question from our seminar participants, how the hell according to Mbak Dikta the law requires our partner to be perfect?" ask the Moderator to Dikta.

Dikta smiled at the question he put his hands on his thighs and stared fixedly at the invited guests.

"It is the law of nature that a man dreams of the perfect woman and a woman dreams of the perfect man" Dikta gave a pause. "But they do not know that God created them to perfect each other."

All speechless, Dikta stood up from his seat and expanded his gaze. "When we talk about marriage and perfection in it, know that God has said that your spouse is your dress. A garment may not fit and be perfect but after all, it covers your imperfections, protects your body and beautifies your form."

"And do not demand that your partner be perfect, but perfect yourself so that you can cover up his shortcomings" continued Dikta.

Silence, the Moderator also fell silent, like a slap for those who still demand perfection in their respective spouses.

Dikta walked back to his chair and sat down, until the Moderator again spoke but this time the Moderator gave the opportunity to participants to ask questions.

"Mbak Dikta's? Is it appropriate for a woman to demand her partner to be content?"

Dikta smiled again and again just smiled. Dikta looked at the questioner deeply. "It was a realistic part of life, but the pious woman was never afraid of marrying a man who was poor in treasure. But what is feared is to marry a man who is poor in knowledge and poor in responsibility."

The moderator again asked another question from the participants to Dikta. "Now most married couples work together, such as Mbak Dikta and her own husband, how Mbak Dikta responds to this?"

"As strong as a husband, he will still need a wife behind him. And as smart as the wife, she will still need the guidance of her husband, and that is the right answer of all the mistakes that exist," replied Dikta who immediately got applause. "Because the truth is, the purpose in marriage is not to think alike, but to think together."

Dikta ended the seminar perfectly and really established himself as a marriage consultant.

Dikta stood up from his position about to leave before the figure of Bianca came and went up to the stage seizing the moderator mic and making all eyes look at him.

"You know? This wedding consultant you are proud of has failed in her marriage, if her own marriage is a mess how can you think she can provide a solution for your marriage?" cecar Bianca to Dikta.

All speechless, Dikta remained calm, appearing some participants who were unaware of Dikta's marriage relationship whispered to each other.

"Certainly Mbak?" ask the Moderator to Dikta.

Dikta smiled and nodded his head. "I failed in my first marriage because I failed to keep my household for five years."

All rounded perfect eyes even one of them immediately stood up and pointed at Dikta. "Kok can he be our Consultant? She failed in her marriage."

"Your attitude is like a number that is flawed in saying calculations," said Dikta walking picking up miniboards and markers.

"What do you mean?" ask Bianca growled.

Dikta did not care about it, he began to calculate the number of multiplication from one to ten along with the answer but deliberately answered wrong on the number five.

1×1 \= 1

1×2 \= 2

1×3 \= 3

1×4 \= 4

1×5 \= 6

"Fifth number is wrong! The answer should be five!" shouted one of the participants greeted nods of other participants.

"That's exactly right!" Dikta pointed at them all with a marker. "You see only one mistake without thinking that the other is right."

The deg!

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