Chasing you

CHAPTER 65

Qirani stared at the small table on the side of his sleep trmpat. Slowly, he walked closer to the table. A large, light-brown folio-sized envelope lay on the table.

Right on the side of the bed, Qiranipun sat down. His hand took the envelope. Curious, he immediately opened the large envelope.

This... ?

My divorce file with Arga ?

He was really serious about taking care of it quickly.

He really gave up chasing me ?

She... hasn't signed yet ?

Okay, I signed it first.

I think gini, good, the sooner the better for everything.

Qirani said in his heart as he read the white sheet of paper he took out of the large envelope.

Uh...

What is this ?

Qirani's eyes widened as he looked at the last sheet in his hand.

Divorce Agreement ?!

Read Qirani in your heart to see the letterhead printed thick and large.

And do not want to waste time, he read the contents written to completion. Not only once, Qirani repeated the whole reading of what was written in the last sheet.

His forehead shriveled every time he finished reading. Both of his eyes were sharp looking at all the files in his hands. His face was very irritated.

" What the fuck is this ?! He dared to ! "

Qirani said with emotion.

In an instant, Qirani rushed out of his room and headed towards Arga's study.

TOKK !!! LOOKKK !!! LOOKKK !!!

" BROTHER ARGA !! BROTHER !! Get out you !! I want to talk !!! "

Overflowing with anger, Qirani knocked on the door hard.

" BROTHER ARGA !!! BROTHER AR... "

Unfinished Qirani exclaimed, the door before him opened slowly.

" With the divorce papers, I can finally make you call my name again... I'm really disappointed in you, Qiran. "

Said Arga with a look of disappointed face.

The anger in Qirani's heart dimmed at Arga's words. The almost overflowing anger was replaced with feelings of guilt.

" Why ? Didn't you want to get angry ? You are still an ordinary human, right ? Still got a bad taste, huh ? Feel guilty ? "

Arga attacked Qirani through his words and also put on a judgmental face.

" i... "

" What ?! Want to protest about the terms of the divorce ?! "

Cut Arga in a cynical tone, when he saw Qirani who grasped several sheets of paper and a large envelope.

" Whatever you want to say, I don't care. I have my own decisions, just as you have your own. You signed the Divorce Agreement, and I signed it on the divorce papers. So, save your emotions, free you get angry at me. "

Just now that Qirani was intending to open his mouth, Arga had already preceded him to speak first.

" I'm tired. Go awayl. There's nothing more we need to talk about. "

Arga said as he pushed the door, intending to close it.

" Wait ! Please... "

Qirani holds Arga's wrist, preventing the door from closing.

" You even held my hand... "

Arga said as he looked at Qirani's hand holding his wrist.

Awkwardly, Qirani let go of her grip.

" i... I need your shares, brother. Give me another condition, but don't take any more of your shares. I married you because I want your shares, so it's a waste if we get divorced and you take your shares again. I don't need anything, I just want your shares. "

And without a second thought, Qirani spoke honestly.

I don't know what else to say, so he wants to think...

Inner Qirani.

" My shares are so important, yes. Even I, with all my love, lose importance. "

Arga said as she leaned her back against the side of the door beside her.

" Honestly, yes, to me, your shares are very important. "

Qirani replied quickly.

" You're really driving me crazy ! You want to get married just because of shares ?! Do I really mean nothing ?! "

Arga was inflamed looking at Qirani's flat facial expression as she answered him.

" No drama. We are in the reality of life. We no longer play soap operas that talk about true love. This is the truth, brother. To me, you mean nothing. To me, stocks... "

" ENOUGH !!! I don't want to talk anymore. That was my decision !! "

Arga said with anger while pointing towards the file in Qirani's hand.

BBRRAAKKK !!!

And with a bang, Arga slammed the door. Qirani almost jumped in surprise.

Before, I wanted to get angry...

In the end, he was even angry, and I could only stay here for nothing ?!

Screwed !!!

Inner Qirani while staring at the tightly shut door before him.

" Brother Arga ! Brother ! "

Call Qirani who hopes Arga will open the door again.

" Aah, that's it ! It will not be built either. He's upset again... "

Qirani said to himself.

Then in a split second, Qirani twisted her body and returned to the main room, her own room right now.

" Huuuffftthhh !!! "

Qirani threw air through her sweet-looking lips with that nude-colored lipstick.

What makes Arga ngajuin terms of divorce like that ?

And the shares are again a condition.

What I'm doing is all this just for the sake of her stock, for the sake of mom...

If I get divorced and the shares do not belong to me, this marriage is useless.

What should I do now ?...

Qirani threw his body on the bed. He stared at the ceiling of the room with a frown.

Brother Adit !

Qirani cried in his heart.

Soon Qirani got up and grabbed his dark brown leather bag with a famous brand lying by his side.

Qirani opened her bag quickly and took her phone. After getting what he was looking for, Qirani again put the bag on his side.

TUTT... TUTT... TUTT...

The phone he just held sounded. Qirani frowned when she saw the name that appeared as a caller on her phone screen.

So fit...

I just called too.

Inner Qirani who felt both happy and curious.

" Yes, brother ? "

Qirani said so pressing the phone picture was received on his mobile screen.

" I love you and your mom... "

Aditya's voice on the other side rang out in Qirani's ears.

" sister... What do you mean ? "

Qirani felt strange.

" Div, whatever I'm doing that might upset you and your mom, I'm sorry. I can't help myself. L'm... "

Aditya's voice was hanging.

" Sister, please. Don't confuse me. What do you mean by that word ? Where are you ? Come on, let's meet. I'm going to your apartment now, let's go... "

" I'm not in the apartment. "

Aditya said that directly cut off Qirani's words.

" Where are you now ? Sharelock your address, I'm going straight. "

Reply Qirani who immediately grabbed the bag by his side and rushed out of the room.

" Where's your address, brother ? "

Qirani asked who stepped in a hurry, even starting to half run towards the main door to exit the house.

DUUGGGS !!

" Hey, why are you running around inside the house anyway ?! "

The Arga protest was accidentally hit by Qirani.

" Hey !! I'm talking to you ! "

Arga cried that did not accept, because Qirani who had hit him passed him just like that.

Qirani ignored Arga's call. He was half running while calling.

" Sister, I... "

" I'm at the police station. "

" A... What ?! "

Aditya's reply from across the street made Qirani stop his steps abruptly.

" I killed someone, Div. At last... I killed him, Div. I managed to kill him. At last... "

Aditya continued with a tone of voice that sounded satisfied and proud.

Qirani's face was now paled. His handphone just slipped from his hand which immediately drooped limp when he heard Aditya's sentence just now.

Arga who still intended to nag, felt strange with Qirani's attitude. He saw Qirani who had been in a hurry, now just standing quietly at the door of the house.

What's up ?

Why did the phone fall suddenly ??

Then...why is he so silent ?

Phone from who ?

Batin Arga was curious.

" Qiranis... What's up ? "

Arga asked as he walked closer to his wife.

But Qirani did not budge in the least. His eyes were glaring, seemingly empty. His paled face, increased with folds on his forehead. His body trembled a little.

Brother.... killing people ??!!

The Inner Qirani kalut.

" Qiran's... "

Call Arga who stands right behind Qirani.

Qirani did not answer. Without turning back he crouched down and picked up his phone that had previously fallen on the floor.

" Is there bad news ? Phone from who ? What's... Hey !!! "

Uncompleted Arga asked, Qirani had already run out of the house.

" What the hell is he ?! Just play away ?!! Make people curious... "

Grumpy Arga was half annoyed.

Actually, who called him anyway ?

In the house until the run...

I hit people, I'm not sorry.

Asked not to mention.

" Hiisshh... "

Arga hissed with great curiosity.