Divorce Me!

Chapter 5

" How are you, Sukma? How's now?" mas Ali said in front of me. He scanned my appearance from top to bottom, with a mocking smile on his lips.

I admit my current look is so scrappy and dirty, with hair clamped up to the top of the side like a maid. In contrast to his current wife, who wears nice clothes, clean with complete ornamentation on his body, making his makeup look so shaky and glowing.

The heavens and the earth are with me now. There was actually a hint of envy in this heart, but as much as I could suppress my expression, to appear ordinary in front of them.

"As you can see right now, Mom. Very good!" reply relax. This eye caught something different from the appearance of the woman next to my ex-husband.

Her body was much more contained than the last I met her, as well as the stomach that was notched looked like it was five months pregnant. It made me flinch, didn't they get married just two months ago?

Astaqfirulah...O Allah so all this time Mas Ali has betrayed me, even when he was still my husband. It hurts, it hurts, like something is slashed in this heart.

"Very well? But why do you look like a baby like this? Looks like, parting with me makes your life even more miserable, huh!" ledek Mas Ali accompanied by a condescending smile from his wife. I want to hear the mouth of these two shameless humans before me.

"You're right, Mas. Your ex-wife is so arrogant not to be combined, first, see now her life is miserable, right?! But good, too, she asked for divorce, so I could be your only wife" she said with a satisfied laugh. Makes me grieve looking at him in disgust.

"You can insult me as you please, but how I feel right now, that's all I know. Thank you for bothering to pay attention to my life" I replied. Ratna seemed to be flicking her mouth.

I turned towards the banana seller again, lazy to serve the couple. I gave the seller some money to pay for some ripe banana combs.

"So right said Ms Rina, you become a seller of hodgepodge and fried? Is there no other job? The classier one is that," asked Mas ALi, still in a condescending tone.

I smiled in response to Mas Ali's words. Although actually in the heart, eager to curse, curse and tear his lips lemes. Men but cheriwis are like women.

"It's okay, so hodgepodge. What is important is halal and blessings, rather than being an actor and a snatch of people's husbands!" reply again, for being lured. Ratna's face turned red.

"What do you mean? You're avoiding me?" sulcan ratnaa. His tone began to sound crisp, maybe he was offended by my stern words! Narrowing kidneys.

"Just think to yourself, I'm busy and I don't have time to help you think!" answer's short.

With a defeated tone as it passed, if I continued to linger with them, I was afraid that my emotions would be provoked again and then let out some spicy words that would make us have a big fight later. I'm still self-aware of where we are now, I don't want to be a market spectacle. The shame! Unlike those who do not have shame anymore.

I heard he was still raping and cursing me with all his rude swearing. Oh Allah...My God, how come there's a guy like him, huh? He who snatched him also showed me off.

It is brutal today's actors, more violent than predatory animals. But the actors are also crocodiles, right? Bite crocodile, upsst! H.ha.ha.

"Assalamu'alaikum,"

"Wa'alikumsalam, you just got home, Nduk. How, get all the shopping?" mother asked, holding my daughter, the two of them tailed behind me when I had just arrived and placed my groceries all in the kitchen.

"Can, Mom. Yes, Sukma bought meatballs for mom. Let's eat together, Mom!" AKu showed clear plastic contains two servings of mama's favorite vein meatballs.

My mother's old face looked happy, one hand grabbed the plastic.

"You take a shower, Nduk! From the market there must be a lot of germs, out of the shower we eat together here!" I nodded and passed to the bathroom obediently.

"This is a really good meatball, son. Where did you buy it?" mother asked as we were enjoying a bowl of meatballs together. Fitri who fell asleep was laid in the room. My little baby will fall asleep if he has finished bathing and is given milk.

Moreover, this weather is quite cold and cloudy, very fitting to enjoy a bowl of warm meatballs.

"So Sukma stopped by for a while to buy at Mang Asep meatball stall," I replied.

"Worthy delicious!" I smiled in response to my mother's rant. It feels like we have not been like this for a long time, it used to be Mas Ali's wife, not to buy a mother a bowl of meatballs. Buying ice that costs lim thousand for myself is very difficult to do.

Not a calculation, but indeed the money to buy it that does not exist. The money in my hand only sounded big, but it only stopped for a day. After that it moved into the mother-in-law's pocket.

Now that I can breathe a sigh of relief, I can buy anything I want, and can buy my mother's favorite food without worrying about the babbling of my husband or in-laws.

Let them insult me, a dull and servant-like prank. But one day I will prove that I can live without him, even better.

Sukma Spirit! You can definitely! For the sake of the two angels in your heart. Break the words of those who hate you! Inner me cheers. Nothing is more beautiful than this moment.

"Kok just shut up, Nduk.? Is the meat not good, or are you feeling well? Tell me mom?" I nodded and returned smiling.

"No, ma. This Sukma wants to eat, very good meat Mang Asep! Champion's meat!" my gura responded to mom's crisp naughtiness.

I'm acting like a food reviewer on social media that I've seen a lot. Cheff ala-ala review, we both laughed happily, enjoying the moment with us this afternoon. About my meeting with Mas Ali, I know. I don't want to ruin this happy moment with unimportant things!

Let the story of the meeting be confused myself because it is not so important.