Bismillah, I'm Hijab

Slowly Crushed

One week becomes the time for Mr. Prass to fulfill Devina's request. It appears that the man submitted evidence of divorce papers as well as stock ownership data to Devina.

“You think I'm that stupid, Devina?” inner Lord Prass smiled grinningly. His eyes noticed the expression on Devina's flat face.

“Cih, she thinks I'll just trust this striped-nose guy? No, Mr. Prass. My clock is far away. You dare to play with me. Well I'll show you the real me.” Devina's evil smile hid in her heart.

Deceiving each other, that's what they both do.

“How, Devina? I've all completed it. When can we get married?” the question stopped Devina from opening up and reading the sheet by sheet in front of her.

Devina turned to look at Mr. Prass. What a hatred was growing in that woman's heart at this moment.

“Give me one month to prepare myself. Marriage is something I never thought of. Therefore I want to calm down first.” he said full of plans.

Until the meeting that night ended with the disappointed face of Mr. Prass. The distance he approached in fact Devina refused when the lips of the two almost met.

“I'm sorry, Sir. In the next meeting maybe we will do it.” promise Devina.

***

Who would have thought if that night Devina had carried out a plan that Mr. Prass did not know about.

“Pah! Papahs! This what? Papa cheated? Is this why Papah always goes alone now?” Yulia's rampage made Mr. Prass frown in wonder.

“Yulia, what the hell is this? Since when did you sound so high on me?” Mr. Prass is back with a high voice.

His frustration at not getting a ration of lips from Devina, now increased with the annoyance of his wife to him. Really, his head wanted to break.

A job in a very crowded office made the handsome man want to relax his mind.

“It's obviously a woman's perfume. Papah tell me honestly! Who's Papah's affair!” His cry of trembling held tightness in his chest.

Even for the first time Yulia shed tears.

“Mah, this is nothing. I don't know about perfume. Papah did not meet anyone.” For a moment Mr. Prass thought, but only one woman he met, Devina.

And from that night on, the harmony in Mr. Prass' household slowly cracked.

In the morning at a famous restaurant, socialite women gather with a collection of diamonds at the table that became the center of attention.

“Wah on fresh-fresh nih. Must be all thick wallet huh? The best-selling characteristics of my diamond dong.” said one of the women who joined. He was the diamond dealer.

Laughter all sounded excited, but not with Yulia who frowned when she heard her phone ringing the sign of an incoming message.

“New number? What did he send this to?” his murmur hit the screen of the sign phone downloaded an image there.

A photo of a very familiar man in his eyes, as well as a woman who was very close as if the two were kissing. Only the back of the woman was photographed.

“Fap?” Yulia could not help holding her trembling hand. Even his eyes were already heating up withstanding the tears that were about to fall.

“Yulia, what's up? This must fit you. Latest design and limited edition.” exclaim the woman who owns the diamond.

Without further ado, Yulia even threw down the diamond and ran out of the restaurant.

Several times his hand wiped the tears on his already wet cheeks.

The ringing of his cellphone continues to sound but he does not ignore. Yulia chose to drive her car at high speed.

“Your work, Pah. You like this tonight is our wedding anniversary?” she cursed the husband she loved so much.

The car is now heading towards the husband's office. He will not remain silent anymore. All this time his trust in Mr. Prass was so great that never once did the woman go to the office of the husband.

Over the mama of professional work, Mr. Prass wants to set a good example for his subordinates.

While here, the figure of a teenage boy in an elementary school uniform looks dappled staring at the school streets. All his friends were picked up.

“Where are you? He said he'd pick you up? How come on the phone is not on the phone? Try Mr. Driver is not sick and has arrived at home.” The son of Yulia and Prass is now alone without him knowing from another angle that a pair of eyes are lurking about him.

Shortly after, a middle-aged woman appeared with a smiling face.