Divorce Me!

Chapters 15.

I went out to let Fitri and Mas Amar both inside.Seeing my daughter's condition gradually improved, making my heart relieved, I chose to sit on the long bench in front of Fitri's room alone, so I chose to sit on the bench, I want to inhale the air for a while while controlling this roar of hearts. There was a feeling of joy and sadness that mixed into one, when he saw Fitri so close to Mas Amar.

Here I sit alone, because my mother has gone home first by taxi. I offered to deliver, but my mother refused. He said pity Fitri, later my little girl will love me, if she sees her mother is not there.

While sitting alone, I saw the door to my second room on my right open.

Deghs.

I immediately flinched, and stood up when I saw who came out from behind that door.

"Rabra!" I said unconsciously. I wanted to hit my own mouth, which unconsciously called the woman's name. It was slow, but the woman's ears were so sharp.

Hearing her name being called the woman immediately turned her head towards me. His face also seemed shocked to see me, but only for a moment, because after that it immediately changed with a condescending grin. Ratna walked over to me.

"Well, are you here? Waiting for the employer's child to be treated" he mocked me. Again he insulted me, does he think my appearance this semodis should be in the thought of a baby sister?

"What are you doing here yourself?" relax reply. Lazy to argue too.

Instead of answering, I asked back with my haughty tone. The woman snorted in annoyance. He thought only he could be like that.

"Of course accompany my sick son, while you do what? Don't tell me you also accompany your child who is cared for here. Hodgepodge sellers like you, who can afford expensive hospital fees like this, what else is this VIP class!" ratna said again sneering and insulting me.

The look in his eyes humbled me, unaware that he was inferior to me. A cheap ex-girl!

"You think you're the only one who has money here?! Why is it that if my son is admitted to this hospital, is it inappropriate?" my murmur.

My emotions are starting to catch on. I began to grow angry with his haughty style, as if I was just a poor and difficult person, who would not be able to pay for this hospital.

Just as Ratna was about to open her mouth against me, the outpatient behind her opened, displaying a male figure that should be called Fitri as Father.

He looked at the back of his wife, Ratna, who was standing right in front of me turning his head, as Mas Ali stepped his feet towards the two of us.

"Ma, from a long wait, ngak nongol-nongol. It turns out ... you?!" Mas Ali's words came to a halt as his eyes met my eyes, he looked surprised. After a long time we finally met this time, with circumstances like this.

"Sukmas! Oh ... old beaches, apparently met old acquaintances," said Mas Ali lightly to me.

"Why are you here, Sukma? Oh. .. I know, your son is sick and you want to ask me for hospital fees. Aye, right? Go there! I'm not gonna give it to you!" he said again as his hand wagged in front of me. It was as if I was a beggar before him.

Yet for four years, never once, did my son and I receive the penny he promised before the judge.

"Don't be arrogant, Ali! I don't need your money nor will I accept it! If God wills, he could take what you have right now!" my murmur while pressing every word that came out of my mouth, lost my respect for him.

No more sweet calls or 'Mas' like I said before. I'm so sick of seeing such an arrogant man in front of me right now.

I was confused as to why I could accept him as my husband first. Whereas in the past, I was beautiful and included prima donna and ingredients for the seizure of men. Many handsome and rich men approached me first, but, somehow I just stared at Mas Ali one time, to want to be his wife.

"Unfortunately that couldn't have happened, the proof is now that my life is happy," Ali grabbed Ratna's hand so gently. Showing off his affection for me.

"Even I now have a son from Ratna. He gave me a funny and clever son. Unlike you who can only afford me a daughter, you're a no-nonsense wife!" again hard.

"Former wife, dear" said the spoiled Ratna, whom Ali responded with a smile, making me even more fed up.

Ali scanned my look from top to bottom, always researching every item I used on my body. He looked back at me with a smirk.

"So whose mistress are you, it looks like a rich man, huh? Deserve your look different now, everything you wear on your body is also quality items. Or you sell ..."

Plaque!

My right hand just floated into Ali's face, making Ratna surprised, Ali's sassy mouth made me emotional, how dare he equate me with the cheap woman beside him.

After what he has done to me and Fitri, now he is still added again with painful insults from his dirty mouth. As he thought, I don't have the ability to own all that luxury stuff, what?

"How dare you Sukma!" hardik Ratna's. The woman pushed my shoulder strong, making me stagger back a few steps. With a quick step I took a few steps forward for Ratna. I can't accept them treating me like this.

Plaque!

I returned my hand, but this time not to Ali's cheek, but his wife's smooth cheek. The anger and heartache that I had been enduring, finally came off as well. Like the boom of time, where when it exploded quite deadly regardless of place or condition.

It's enough they hurt me and my daughter first, but now it won't be anymore! There were no more tears streaming down his cheeks, only anger and hatred remained. I won't let them insult and treat me like they used to. I'll show them who Sukma Safitri really is!