Divorce Me!

The Part 22

Ever since Sukma left, my life has been hard and suffering. I did get the boy I was looking forward to, just that my provisions became drag and my debts were piling up every day.

Ratna is not like Sukma who is simple and wise in managing my finances. Ratna's lifestyle and great needs, got me into debt everywhere.

She was very smart to take the opportunity, to take advantage of my love, when she was pregnant with my child. There are so many requests from me, for the reason of the baby in the womb.

Of course, due to my happiness of soon having a son from him, I always granted his wish. In the end, all his requests became more and more.

Sometimes I think, is there anyone cravings for jewelry and branded goods. Ah .. That must be the trick. Up to the impact now, my debt is everywhere! And now I don't dare to go home, because I'm after the debt collector.

Unfortunately fate!

After circling around the city, it did not feel that the car I was driving had arrived in front of Sukma's mansion. The luxury house that I appraise has a fantastic price, because it is located in an elite residential complex in the middle of the city.

I parked my car across the road not far from the front of Sukma's house. I want to see and monitor the situation first. It had been almost an hour I was waiting in the car, but there was no sign of anyone coming out of that gate.

I got out of the car, approached the house, and opened the unlocked gate, as if the sky was on my side. My feet stepped slowly while circulating the gaze, to all corners of the house from near this tall fence. My eyes were fixed on a little girl in a sky blue dress that suddenly came, the little girl picking up a ball that seemed to be thrown not far from where I was standing. I'm sure this is my daughter.

"Fitr!" I shouted slowly to call the little girl. He looked, our eyes met.

I gasped in shock, the girl's face was so beautiful and adorable. White skin, as well as the beautiful appearance of the fusion of my face and Sukma, although more dominant face that he took. It was like seeing my son Bayu in the female version.

"Fitri here, baby! This is papa," I said, waving my hand asking him to come closer.

"Papa?" resetting Fitri to me, I nodded while commenting on the smile.

Not long after that little girl approached, making me smile with satisfaction. It doesn't seem hard to persuade this child. My chance to reconcile with Sukma is getting wide open.

Fitri stepped slowly towards me, seeming hesitant. I don't want to miss a chance, I don't want him to be scared and run to me. I took out a bar of waferqueen chocolate that I had bought at the supermarket earlier.

"Fitri wants this? This is papa bring for Fitri?" the girl nodded and ran a little near me. Just now Fitri took the chocolate in my hand, a voice shocked us.

"What are you doing here, Ali? What do you want to do with my granddaughter?" said the old woman who used to be my father-in-law.

"I just want to see my daughter, Mom. Is that wrong? It turns out that my daughter is big and beautiful" I replied. Mom looks like she's blinking a lip she doesn't like. I don't care either. I carry Fitri and let him eat that chocolate in my sling.

"After all these years you abandoned him, now you ask, are you wrong? Of course you're wrong, and you don't deserve to set foot in this house!" replied my ex-mother-in-law.

His scathing words offended me enough. So arrogant of him! About his son was already rich, he could easily talk rudely to me, when in the past. Just refuting my words, he was disinclined.

"Take off my grandson, Ali! Give him to me!" the grandmother of Fitri. The old woman tried to snatch Fitri who was in my arms. Of course I won't give it. Because this child, it is my weapon for Sukma to refer to me.

I will bring Fitri home, if Fitri is in my hands, of course I can force Sukma to refer back to me. Because I know very well this little girl is Sukma's greatest weakness.

That way, of course this luxurious house will be mine. My life will be quiet and free of debt. If you only rely on my salary cut by the bank, I don't know when it's paid off!

"Arm!" her ringis restrained while rubbing her blistering and sore palms.

I have to get out of here quickly before Sukma returns home, certainly before anyone reports my actions to the police.

Bughhh.

A fist flew hard into my jaw, causing me to fall down. I held the corner of my torn lip and spat out a little blood.

I didn't expect the two of them to be home so soon, and stop my actions from kidnapping Fitri. When they arrived I just got out of the gate and wanted to take Fitri to the car.

Amar's hand quickly grabbed Fitri from my sling and gave it to Sukma. After that with anger he threw his fist at me, so that a fight between you was inevitable.

Bughhh.

One fist I gave, in return for the fist he gave me, but the man was so agile. He managed to return my fists just now, jotos fighting was inevitable between us. Although in the end, I repeatedly hit the man's fist, to make my handsome face become battered. Amar's left hand now gripped tightly onto both of my lapels, leaving me feeling suffocated.

"Enough! Enough Mas, Mas Amar is enough!" the sound of Sukma breaking up the fight between us. Amar's hand, which was flying into the air, was ready to hit my face, stopped immediately when he heard his name called.

We both turned to Sukma, looking at the worry he was emitting steady me, making Amar speechless. I'm sure Sukma still has love for me, otherwise he might worry about me like that.

I took off the hand of Amar who was still tightly clutching my collar, a knotty smile was drawn at the corner of my lips at this time.

"Why are you here, Mom? What are you here for?" of all the questions, why is that what he said to me, Don't you love if he sees my battered face like this?

"I just want to meet my daughter, that's all. I can't miss him!" I said by playing my expression. I saw Sukma smiling cynically at me, as if mocking my words just now.

"After all these years, you're just going to see your daughter now? What do you want, Mom? What are you planning?" sukma said loudly with sharp eyes.

Goddamnit! Why Sukma can be this smart. I looked back at those eyes. Not the Sukma that I know first, Sukma that is so obedient and easily lied to. Time has really changed it.

"I just want to meet my daughter, Sukma. You can't stop me from meeting him! However, Fitri is still my son, my flesh and blood. Despite all my past mistakes, I am still his real father!" I said casually while pressing down on every word I said. For the man next to her to realize who she is. However, I am a fitri, not him!

"You don't deserve to be called a father, which father abandoned his own daughter never even gave her the slightest living!" sahut Amar loudly. He growled annoyed, while I looked at him cynically why he was the emotion here.

"Don't interfere with you, I'm talking to Sukma not you! After all, that's my son, anyway ... Sukma also does not blame about the living. It is also Sukma's own fault, why he would rather be a widow than me honey." My shoulder is no less fierce.

"Enough, Mom! I said, enough! I don't want to hear anything from your mouth anymore! Because it is useless, a human like you will never be aware of your mistakes. Now please leave my house, right now! And don't dream of getting close to my son! Did you forget, if you hadn't recognized her as your daughter! So now get the hell out of here, before I call this housing security. GO QUICKLY!" yell Sukma.

I was quite surprised by the words uttered by Sukma, he kicked me out?! Not only expelling, Sukma also brought up the past and forbade me to be close to our daughter, it meant that I had no chance to approach her again.

Damnit damnit! Damnit damnit! This can't happen. I don't want him with another man. Arkhhh .. What should I do? I should how? Damnit damnit!