Don't Blame Me For Divorce

Eps 8's

The next morning as usual, Ayu wakes up early to make breakfast for her husband and herself.

Wawan noticed his wife who was focusing on arranging food on the table. Wawan felt surprised because this morning the food menu is not as usual, this time it looks delicious and appetizing.

"Yes, where do you cook this fried chicken?" Ask Wawan who is neat with his work clothes.

"My money, your time of money." Ayu replied casually.

"You have money anyway, if you don't get it from me, you might have money!" Cibir Wawan's.

"As far as you are, my mother. It's so wrong I became, cooking tempe same vegetables clear protest, in masakin delicious protest also. How many rations do you give me, how can you just protest!"

Ayu felt furious, he already did not care if finally he and Wawan will fight even though, Wawan said to Ayu has been very outrageous.

"What do you mean, Yu?" Wawan asked with a slightly raised tone. "As if I was an irresponsible husband, what was my lack all this time? I earn every day!" A touch of Wawan who did not accept the words of his wife.

"Thirty thousand! I had to arrange it for two days. You are healthy, my mom! If you were me, you would have to turn your brain around to make enough money!"

"You're the only one who can't manage finances!"

"Yes, I'm not a dick! Then let's just let you set it up, how about we get behind so you know what it's like to be me."

"I'm your husband, Yu! You have no right to rule me, I have the right to rule you!" Wawan's words increasingly made Ayu angry.

"You used to give me fifty thousand rations but why now it's thirty thousand. Explain your reasons, and why you never told me how much you paid?"

"You have no right to know that, Yu. I work so it's up to me to what my salary is. I'm tired of work but you enjoy it, it's good!" Again, Wawan's remarks made Ayu more emotional.

"So who do you work for, man? You have to remember that you have a wife at home that you have to live with!"

"Ah, stop! I'm tired of you talking about money and money!" Jerky Wawan.

"What do you think I'm not tired of? Every day take care of the house, take care of you, cook, wash clothes and others. I'm tired too, mas!" Shouted Ayu hysterically. Tears soaked her cheeks, causing pain in her heart.

"It's your duty as a wife so don't complain!"

"Yes that's right. Then what about you, have you fulfilled your obligations as a husband should?" Ask Ayu in a slightly raised voice.

Wawan got up from his seat and slapped Ayu right on his cheek.

Plaque!

"How dare you speak in such a high tone to your husband, huh!!" Wawan said in a high voice.

Ayu held her cheeks that felt very sore and hot, during this new wedding Wawan played hands or slapped her. Ayu really did not expect if her husband would be rude to her even dare to slap her. Ayu's heart is like a golden moment, until without realizing it there is a clear liquid coming out of the corner of the eye soaking up her smooth white cheeks.

Ayu stared at her husband's nanar but Wawan threw away his face as Ayu looked at him. With a feeling of annoyance, Wawan rushed away without breakfast and said goodbye to Ayu.

Ayu wiped her rough tears then she rushed to go to work and as usual Ayu would walk to the front of the alley to ride the ojek.

"Take a look at you, mas. You'll regret slapping me." Ayu Gumam.

Half way to his workplace, suddenly the motorcycle taxi ride Ayu stopped by the roadside.

"Sir, how do you stop?" Ask Ayu to Kang Mamat.

"It's Yu, Mamat's motorcycle tyre is leaking."

"Well, how are you, sir?" Ask Ayu with a panicked look.

While in confusion, a luxury car stopped right next to Ayu and the passenger got out of the car.

"Yu, what's wrong with you?" Ask Sadam who approached Ayu.

"Sir..! This is sir, the motorcycle tyre that sent me leaking. Fixing it seems to take a long time." Ayu answered with a panicked look.

Ayu seemed to think for a moment.

"No need, sir! I'd better wait for the angkot to pass, sir."

"It's almost seven o'clock, Yu. If you're late, I'll cut your salary." Sadam Threatens.

Ayu widened her eyes and then without thinking again she finally got into Sadam's car after paying the fare of her motorcycle taxi. Sadam smiled faintly, of course Ayu did not look.

"Sorry, sir!" Ayu.

"Sorry for what?" Ask Sadam.

"It's been a hassle, Sadam."

"Look off, Yu."

"Yes, sir."

The car drove at medium speed, splitting the crowded streets with the bustle of passing vehicles. In the car the atmosphere was so quiet, neither Ayu nor Sadam took the initiative to talk.

Along the way a sweet smile was unceasingly etched on Sadam's lips. Every now and then the man glanced at the woman beside him who was staring straight ahead.

Until at last, Sadam opened his voice. "Yu, I noticed it looks like you're having a problem." Sadam.

"No one, sir. I'm fine." Answer Ayu.

"Correct? But I saw from earlier you were glum and your eyes looked like they were crying."

"Nothing sir, can be a household problem." Ayu's reply made Sadam surprised.

"Well are you married, Yu?" Ask Sadam who looks disappointed. To be honest, this man had put his heart on since he first met Ayu.

"Yes, sir." Answer Ayu as is.

"Why didn't you tell me you were married?" Ask Sadam.

"Because you don't have it." Answer Ayu.

The atmosphere was quiet again until their car arrived at the office.

"It's finally here." Sadam muttered still heard by Ayu.

"Thank you, sir, for giving me a ride." Ayu.

"Yes are the same." Sadam replied flatly, this man then got out of his car and just left.

Ayu did not take a headache, he immediately followed to enter the office. From a distance Ayu saw Dinda who was waving her hand at him and Ayu immediately approached Dinda.

"Dinda, your tumben is here early in the morning." Ayu said.

"Yes, because there is something that must be taken care of with Sadam." Answer Dinda.

Ayu nodded in understanding.

"Yu, lunch will be together at a regular cafe, yes." Bring Dinda.

"Can too. Let me buy you later."

"It's gone with the salary!" Dinda.

"Yes dong.., yes, if so I go in first." Pamit Ayu to Dinda.