Help Me Divorce

Disillusioned

At ten o'clock in the evening, the event was completely over. The invited guests had left, and only the servants and family were still in the hotel. The last part was dinner together. 

"Tomorrow are you leaving?" ask Adhitama. 

Cakra. "Yes, Pa." 

"Gift from guests, where are you going?" ask Widya.

"To the house of Cakra only." 

"We're not staying where I used to be?" ask Berti. 

"I already have a home" replied Cakra. "We can replace the stay at your house later" he added. 

Widya chuckles. "Really! We need to give them a chance. We all want grandchildren, right?" 

"Agree" said Santi. 

"You set it up" continued Ilham. 

"Now we finish the meal. The newlyweds want to enter the room immediately" said Adhitama. 

Cakra chokes the drink on hearing that. Berti quickly gave her a tissue and rubbed her husband's back. 

"Geez, Papa! Brother chokes up," choked Dafa. 

"It's never you" said Ilham. 

"I have experience, so I know that they want to go to the room" said Adhitama with a laugh. 

Berti wants to disappear from the family group. Maybe in the middle of dinner to talk about something like that. He wanted to hide his face into the smallest hole so that no one could see the embarrassed hue on his cheek. 

"Are you okay?" ask Berti. 

"I'm fine" replied Cakra. "It was night, we had to go back to the room." 

"Yes, Son. You guys just take a break" said Ilham. 

"Don't disappoint us, brother. Papa and Mama want a quick grandchild," Dafa continued. 

Cakra glares at the eyes. "Your monthly ration is cut." 

"Sister! Time cut?" 

Every month, Cakra always gave pocket money to his sister. The two of them are close, but they have a distinctly different nature. Dafa is very sociable, whereas Cakra is more picky with whom he is friends. 

"Don't bother your brother. Or do you want Papa's monthly rations cut?" widya. 

"Don't, Ma. Dafa beg for mercy." 

"You guys just go. Don't mind this brat" Widya said. 

"Come, Bert! We go to the room," take Cakra. 

Berti asked her husband. He said goodbye to parents and in-laws to return first and foremost about their departure tomorrow. 

"You be careful while you are there" said Santi. 

"Yes, I don't worry" Berti said. 

"Badam Mama just calm down. Be safe with me" said Cakra. 

"We believe in you, son," said Ilham. 

The two walked together leaving the hotel ballroom followed by one waiter who helped lift the end of the wedding dress so as not to sweep the floor. 

The bridal room is at the top. All of Berti's and Cakra's goods were already there. They just go in and take a break. 

"The message, sir," said the maid by giving Cakra a key card. 

"Thank you for delivering," replied Cakra. 

The door opened, Cakra invited his wife to enter first. Instantly Berti's heartbeat was racing. Especially see the sprinkling of red rose petals on white sheets. 

"You or me?" ask Cakra. 

"What?!" Berti closed his lips as he involuntarily asked in a loud tone. He was really nervous. 

"Mandi," replied Cakra. 

"You go first. I want to clean my face first." 

The thin smiling chakra. "okay." 

In my heart, I am grateful. He could barely control the nervousness that suddenly attacked. He saw Cakra opening the suitcase, then taking a towel and a change of clothes. The man went straight into the bathroom. 

Berti took a breath and then exhaled slowly. He did it a few times until it was quiet enough. He should not be nervous or doubtful. She is married, has become the wife of a man named Cakra, and tonight is a special night that requires Berti to do his duty. 

"Quiet, Berti. Everything will be fine" he told himself. 

Berti grabbed the suitcase that was next to Cakra's. He took out a set of facial cleansers as well as skincare. Not forgetting the clothes and towels. 

Berti sat on the dresser chair. First, he cleanses his face first from the makeup that sticks. Makeup that makes you tired, even though it looks natural, but very thick in fact. In three strokes of micelar water, then his face was completely clean. 

Cakra out of the bathroom. Berti was able to see her husband who had changed clothes from the mirror. Too bad. He thought Cakra would look like a comic or novel man who came out of the bathroom covered in a towel. But in fact, it's just a fantasy. He failed to see the body shape of the chakras. 

"Can you help me pull this hairpin?" pinta Berti's. 

Cakra lifted his face from the phone, turning to look at Berti who was a little troubled releasing the black pinch that was attached to his hair. 

Cakra placed the phone on the nightstand, then moved to approach Berti. He did what his wife asked him to do, pulling things that stuck to his hair. 

"Slow down a little bit" Berti said. 

"I have to pull it hard to escape" said Cakra. 

"But my hair is so interested." 

"Don't fuss. The important thing is that I can remove this strange object from your hair" Cakra said. 

Berti had to endure the pain of every strand of hair pulled by the chakras. He immediately held his throbbing head. 

"Done! Now you go take a bath there" said Cakra. 

"Please unzip my dress" Berti said again. 

Next to the eyebrow Cakra rose. He took a step back, looking at the zipper of Berti's dress. He grabbed a towel that was on the bed, then covered Berti's head. 

"What are you doing?" ask Berti. 

"Don't open it and don't move" said Saka. 

Just be quiet. It felt Cakra's finger lowering the zipper of the wedding dress. Berti's heart did not stop pounding fast, suddenly his hair was goosebumps. There is no way Cakra is a ghost. But he did not understand why his body was beating.  

"It has. Go take a shower" said Cakra. 

She pulled a towel so she could look at her husband. Apparently Cakra had returned to sitting in bed playing mobile phone. 

He's like he's not interested in me, inner Berti. 

Berti forgot that, he grabbed a change of clothes that were on the bed near Cakra sitting. Her husband did not look at her at all, Cakra was too focused on her phone. 

Stepping towards the bathroom, he was still thinking positively. Soon he was quick to clean himself so that Cakra did not wait too long. 

Twenty minutes passed, Berti finished cleaning himself up. Now he was perfumed, and prepared for battle. However, just stepping out, he was stunned to see Cakra who had fallen asleep. 

"He slept on our bride's night?" berti said slowly. "Cakra must be tired of waiting. Better to sleep. Maybe he's tired of all day and tomorrow we're going out of the country." 

He crawled up to the bed. Although a little disappointed, but he understood. The middle chakra is tired. There should be plenty of rest for a real honeymoon. 

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