Game Over (Former Husband)

Humiliation in Public Places

If I remember a few days back, it felt like how hurt this heart was, how hard life was, how cruel God was to put down such a fate line. However, I was always thinking positively, I was just trying to step up to the higher ladder of life.

It feels like a rock in the ocean, even though it was deliberately beaten to shatter into dust. Then drift in the wind. Flying high wherever the wind blew it, but I remained the same as before strong and getting stronger. It will not falter in ruin even though the big waves always hit it.

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"You don't know my life, you better shut up! Prepare yourself mentally later, because I am sure soon you will be languishing in prison. Please enjoy your company with your mistress in prison. Me and Gio will definitely live much better than you."

Plaque!!!

My cheeks were sore and hot when the burly hands I was once proud of because from that hand our family life was changed and happy. Well, because from that hand my husband worked and gave a living, but now that hand slapped me, right in public. Just because my words that man said were outrageous.

I grinned giving a mocking smile. "Thank you for the most beautiful gift before we're really divorced" I said in a soft voice and still I tried to be strong and not cry. Even though it felt like my body was being hit with a large chunk of stone. It was devastated when I was slapped from my husband's hand and it felt like I was humbled by the man I loved so much during our five-year marriage.

Mas Azam stood up and his body leaned against my body which also stood with a sharp gaze staring at the man.

"I'll take Gio out of your hands. He doesn't deserve to stay with you who are stubborn" he said, half-whispering.

I smiled back with a mocking smile.

"Dreaming is okay and legitimate, but remember to be self-aware and do not height if falling is painful. Everywhere a court cannot possibly hand a child over to a tempramental person like you. I'll make sure Gio won't be able to stay with you." Fortunately I can still hold back. Maybe if my patience was as thin as a tissue, the chair in front of me had already floated to the head of Mas Azam.

"We prove it" he replied with a face that was turning red with my words.

The man immediately left by leaving the ATM card he gave me. I'm sure that card won't be used.

My body immediately drooped sitting limply. It felt like this body instantly lost energy when Mas Azam left.

"Drink ..." Handan immediately gave me a glass of cold water in front of me. Without a second thought I immediately took it and gulped down the cold water to the toilet. I looked at Handan who was sitting opposite me with a sharp look.

"Why didn't that come? Just be quiet? Maybe if you show up I didn't get slapped by Gio's father. I am ashamed that many look at me with disdainful gazes, even as they blaspheme through their gazes" I complained, the pain and heat of Mas Azam's slap was nothing compared to the shame of the cafe visitors who blasphemed me through their eyes.

"I deliberately let him do that.  In this place there is CCTV we can use CCTV footage in this room for additional evidence. Not that if I don't hear wrong, the man will take Gio. And with the evidence he slapped you in a public place could be a judge's consideration for a custody decision. The truth will definitely fall into your hands, but if the man appeals the evidence he slaps you it will become even harder for him to get custody of Gio."

Handan's hand pointed at the CCTV camera in the corner of the cafe which certainly can record the incident of Mas Azam's cross-section on me. My eyes follow Handan's index finger where it leads.

Maybe I can be a little relieved by the existence of CCTV cameras in this cafe, but I don't know it feels like this heart still does not accept when there are men bravely and deliberately humbling me. It feels like my chest is getting claustrophobic and wants to rush to make the man not dwell anymore with the punishment done to me and Gio.

"You go to the car first. I'm going to meet the in charge of this cafe to ask for a copy of the CCTV footage that was earlier." Handan gave me the car keys to wait in the mobi.

Unlike usual where I always refused, for this time I just took the key that Handan gave me. Well, I do need Handan right now, because the advice from the man is quite comfortable for me. Right now I need some advice from Handan.

Seriate....

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