Divorce Me!

Chapter 12

It didn't feel like time was rolling so fast, the separation that happened between me and Mas Ali, not only left me with a wound but also for Fitri, our daughter. After the divorce with the help of Mom and God, I was able to go through tough days in my life, but not with my little daughter.

After four years, I always try to be the best father and mother for Fitri. But apparently, it is not enough for Fitri. It was in my mind to get married again, so that Fitri can get a complete affection like his friends. But the fear and disappointment came back to haunt me. I was afraid that one day, my husband would leave me back, citing my imperfectness as a woman.

"Mother, where's dad? Why didn't Fitli see Dad? Tasya's dad every single time he comes home, why don't you go home? Mommy, what is the word Tasya, fitli it does not have a father?" ask fitri polo

the question was suddenly thrown from the slurred mouth of my little daughter. This Sian Fitri had just returned home with her mother from the house of Tasya, her friend who lived next door. Those round eyes with plump eyelashes gnawed at me, waiting for my answer.

To make me shut up, this heart is filled, as much as I can hold the tightness and rumbling in this heart, so that the tears that have remembered this do not fall.

Honestly .. I am confused, I also do not know what to answer? I was confused how to explain to Fitri what happened. My daughter is so small to know the truth that will rip her heart apart.

Gently rubbed the head of this four-year-old little boy affectionately, gently kissing his puffed cheek.

"Fitri baby, you must be hungry, right, son? Mother cook fried chicken and quail soup your favorite, Fitri want mother bribe?" the bujukku. I try to shift the question that I find difficult to answer, with his favorite food, he will usually obey me.

Yep...God, oh God! What else should I do if one day he does not want me to persuade again, and demands an explanation from me. What am I supposed to say?

Should I tell you the truth that will break her heart? Like breaking my heart first.

"Mom, you better not take Fitri to Tasya's place again, Mom! I was afraid that the little girl's words would hurt my daughter later," I said slowly.

Mom and I are sitting on the side porch, watching TV in the living room, from my four years of hard work, I was able to afford a house that was worthy enough to be lived in by the three of us.

It can even be said luxury home, I facilitate this house with all supporting facilities such as playgrounds, and others. Even from my salary at the restaurant, I was able to pay one maid and a nanny, to help my mother at home while I was at work.

However, all these luxuries were hollow, as my daughter's beautiful eyes seemed to be sad looking at her father-like friends, with a sad and envious look.

"It's not wrong Tasya, Sukma. Not only Tasya who will say that to Fitri later, but his other friends will also ask that. Where's your dad? Who her? Why not go home? You will never be able to lock your daughter up like this continue, Sukma! said mother. My tears could not be contained anymore, sobs began to come out of my lips.

"Then what should I do, Mom? What should I answer when my daughter asks where her father is? Do I have to tell him that his father left us because he did not expect his birth in this world? I can't stand it, Mom. I can't do it, Mom!" my many. I knelt down and cried on my mother's lap sobbing.

I felt my mother's hands rubbing my head gently, not a single word came out of my mother's mouth. We both drifted into our own thoughts.

After a conversation with my mother this afternoon, I decided to leave. A day off that I should have spent with my family, but instead I spent it taking care of the resto.

With a sagging step, I walked towards the kitchen. I used my apron. My mind is now branching. Ever since Fitri asked where her father was, my little girl had become a little quiet and moody. His usual devour meal, now became reluctant.

I sighed, quickly helping Diya prepare the visitor's order meal. Usually on Mondays, as usual the restaurant is not too crowded with visitors, that's why I always have a holiday on this day, so that other employees are not too busy when I stay.

"What are you doing here?" mas Amar surprised me.

"By cooking, Mas!" show him the spoon and the cauldron I'm holding.

"That's not what I mean," she replied.

"Then what?" Alisku.

Four years with him at the restaurant made me understand little by little his character and character. Mas Amar is a type of man who is minimal expression, he is also not good at small talk. But his heart is good, and understanding.

"Isn't today your day off, Sukma? Then why come to work?" tanyanya back.

"There's nothing I can do at home, Mom. So I think it might be better for me to go to the restaurant, who knows they all need my help." Reply potluck.

Looks like Mas mar sighed. "You can't hide it from me, Sukma! Is there a problem at home?tanyanya seriously.

"No! There's no problem at home, Mom. I was just bored at home, while Fitri and mom went to her friend's house" I answered a little lie. I think it's pointless to tell him honestly.

Toh ... We were just working partners, so there was no need for me to explain clearly about my personal problems to him.