Divorce Me!

Chapters 13.

As usual every lunch hour, I had to serve food to Mas Amar, and the place he chose was always in this gazebo. It has been almost four years, during which time I always accompany him every lunch hour.

Preparing and serving him as he ate, I sometimes thought, why does this man before me not just marry again. So that someone will serve him and serve him as a husband.

The opening is back and forth from the office to the restaurant, anyway ... This resto is also my take care of. He just just monitors, what should be done every day like this?

"Actually what's the problem, Sukma? " ask Amar again. Urged me a little. I handed out the dishes I had filled with rice and side dishes.

I knit my brows, "I mean Mas, what? I don't understand."

Mas Amar sighed, this is the progress from him after four years of time have passed with me. He so often sighs, whether this is progress or a burden? I don't know!

"I've said it many times, Sukma. You can't hide the look on your ugly face from me. I've seen you get so moody lately?" ask again. Being chatty and questionable, also an advancement from an Amar.

"Fitri, Mommy. He started asking about his father a lot, and lately, my son has become more quiet and moody. I'm confused about how, do I have to see Mas Ali? Ask him for a minute to come see his daughter?" my words are starting to open.

I started to open up to him, I thought there was no harm, I needed a place to tell stories. I can't bear the burden of this I've held myself.

Mas Amar stopped his meal and put his spoon on the plate. He looked at me, his sharp eyes were hard for me to understand.

"Are you sure Ali wants to come and see his daughter?" tanyakanya.

I replied with a soft head. I'm also not sure my ex-husband would bother coming just for our daughter.

I let out a long sigh, the shadow of Fitri's face was present in my mind, making this heart ache again. It hurts even more than when Mas Ali divorced me. The atmosphere of silence covers us. I stared at my empty plate, lost my appetite, and I didn't even notice the slightest hunger that was whackin' this stomach.

"Why don't you just marry again, Sukma? Giving Fitri the perfect family warmth?" returned say.

Mas Amar's question made me smile bitterly, the warmth of the perfect family? So he said it.

"Perfect as what did Mas Amar mean? Which man wants to marry a disabled woman like me?" reply lirih.

Again this man in front of me sighed, our lunch heart turned into a question and answer session and relaxed vent.

"Not all men are like that, Sukma. Someone must be willing to accept you sincerely,"

"really? There might be a man who would accept a woman who is incapable of giving him offspring, like me! While giving girls only I've been dumped!" I smiled bitterly remembering my own fate.

"Who?" my many.

I laughed at the words that came out of Mas Amar's mouth. Until we become a spectacle some people who are near us sit at this time. I admit how to entertain me is quite unique.

"Why, are you laughing?" ask Mas AMar. His face looks pocketless. I stopped the wasp.

"Sorry! Sorry, Mas. I'm just funny to hear what Mas said earlier, I ..." I haven't had time to finish my speech, my gaze on the table rang conveying my mother's name on the screen.

I quickly grabbed him and picked up the phone, not usually my mom called me in my work hours. Unless it's important there's something important or urgent.

"Hallo, Assalamu'alaikum, ma'am," I said after pressing the green button on the screen.

"Sukmas! Fitri ... Fitri!" said mother from across. His voice sounded trembling withstanding the cries, making my blood instantly rustle. Yes ... God, what's wrong with my daughter.

"Why Fitri, Mom? Why are you crying?" manya panic.

"Fitri was in the hospital, she was hot and had a seizure, son! You quickly come here Sukma, mother is in the hospital Kasih Bunda!" As my heart raced fast, panic broke and tears fell on my cheeks.

A tit!

I immediately turned off the phone without answering my mother's words first. Mas Mar's hand blocked my hand as I started to get up and rushed to leave.

"What's up, Sukma?" tanya was no less surprised by my attitude.

"Fitr, Mas ... Fitri masu hospital, he has a high fever and seizures." I said worried.

"I'm coming with you to the hospital, Sukma!" sahut Mas Amar fast.

"But Mas ..."

"There's no buts, Sukma. Come on!"

I'm not done yet. Mas Amar immediately pulled my hand, taking me quickly to his car parked in front of the restaurant. During the journey, I always prayed for the healing and safety of my little daughter.

Fitri was fine this morning, although it was a bit warm. It's just that, indeed these past few days, my daughter has looked limp and a little fussy.

What's wrong with my daughter God? Protecting my little Fitri is just the spirit of my life right now.