Divorce Me!

Part 16's.

For a moment Ratna fell silent while holding her flushed cheeks, maybe she was still in shock, but, after that, her hands quickly swung towards my face. I caught his hand, and squeezed it hard. Making Ratna grimace in pain. He was wrong if he thought alu would just be silent like before.

"Let go of my wife's hand, you fucking lady!" sunggut Ali's. The man looked angry and approached.

I grinned wryly, with anger still rising, I took off Ratna's hand and pushed her body violently towards her husband. I stared at the two mismatched couples with guts.

"How dare you, Sukma! Who do you think, huh?! It's so bad you slapped both of us!" yelled Ratna not accept.

Of course he did not accept being slapped in front of the crowd, indirectly I had dropped his pride.

I casually patted my hand as if I had just finished holding something dirty. From the corner of my eye I saw Ali clenching her hands, until her handbooks were visible. I'm sure he's angry right now, because for the first time, I fought him like this against them.

"Then..you think, who are you? He can insult me too! If you don't want to be treated harshly by others, then take good care of your dirty mouth for something useful!" I said casually still in a haughty fashion. Because I don't want to look weak in their eyes.

"If that's not true, then why are you angry. In fact, you are only a hodgepodge seller, so where you can buy, what else to wear luxury clothes except selling yourself ..."

"As you did, sell yourself to my ex-husband, then seduce him into marrying you! Too busy seducing people's husbands makes you forget to look up to yourself, Ratna! Have you forgotten where you came from? And how can you be the wife of that selfish man next to you? Mud is mud, Ratna. Even if you polish as pretty as possible to become a beautiful steamy urn, with just a single blow. Then everything was destroyed, gone unceremoniously!" I put great emphasis on every word.

I can't wait to cut his words, take out all the uneg-uneg that I've been harboring all this time. It feels really tight in here, it hurts!

After my emotions, I can no longer maintain my relaxed and arrogant style. I want the race to be scratched and I'll take the blonde hair. Don't know who he was before! But I'm wrong, shameless humans like them, won't understand!

As bad as I am, I am a legitimate wife. While she was just a mistress who was appointed to replace my position. Then ... who is worse here? Me or Him?

"Design you, Sukma! You barren woman! It's useless ..."

"What the fuck?!" mas Amar Bentak. This man was suddenly present to stop the quarrel between us, making us all speechless and turned towards the flat-faced man, who was standing in front of Fitri's outpatient.

I gulped, looking at the cold aura it was emitting. Mas Amar looked at the three of us one by one in turn. Then come closer and stand beside me.

I turned towards the couple from hell, looking at the faces of the two of them in shock, then exchanged glances with each other. I frowned in confusion, like there was something strange about the two of them when I saw Mas Amar.

I was quite surprised to hear Mas Amar admit Fitri as his son. My heart was filled, so lightly that the man's lips recognized my daughter as his son. While Ali, as the real father of Fitri, did not want to admit his existence at all. Even assuming that my beautiful daughter is a useless child.

"Sorry, Mom." My speech. I looked down because I felt guilty. Not just looking after a sick child, but actually fighting with an ex-husband. Especially a useless fight.

"Who is Sukma? Isn't that what's inside Fitri, then who is he who claims to be Fitri's father?" the Cerca Mas Ali. There was an unhappy tone implied from his words.

"Is that important to you, Mom? After all you are none of us anymore, so don't interfere in my life!" ketus.

"Is he your ex-husband, Sukma?" ask Mas Amar. I nodded, answering Mas Amar's question. Although we lived in one village, but in the past Mas Amar rarely came home. He went to college outside the city, and when I was married to Mas Ali, we never met either.

"He who is Sukma?" ask Ali again.

"I'm her husband's candidate, why?" reply Mas Amar firmly. I immediately gawked at her words.

"Prospective husband? Are you sure you want to marry, Sukma? He's barren!" sahut Ratna vilified me. Of course he wanted to embarrass me again.

I pressed my chest that was hurting, squeezing my clothes firmly. Why does he always talk about my shortcomings. Is it not enough that he has taken my husband, and now wants him to add more with insults to my shortcomings.

"Dragon your speech! You have no right to say that to my future wife! Come on Sukma, let's go in! There is no point in listening to their words! Educated but his mouth never seemed to be in school, no ethics!" said Mas Amar. Mas Ali looked at Mas Amar disliked, then turned to look at me.

His eyes glared at me sharply, there was a gurgle of jealousy that I cupped from the look in his eyes. But I quickly cleared that thought.

How could an Ali Satriawan be jealous? Especially with the woman he just dumped, four years ago. Just because I couldn't give him a boy.

I want to laugh right now, laugh at my stupid thoughts.

Mas Amar glanced at me, quickly this man's hand grabbed my hand and pulled me, leading me to walk into Fitri's room.

I resigned and followed his footsteps, anyway .. no point also lingering outside just to serve useless debate. Let's just hope my meeting with Mas Ali today is the last meeting of your life. I don't want to see him again, I'm also afraid he'll hurt Fitri later.