Help Me Divorce

Divorcees

There was no conversation between the two. There was no Cakra initiative to get his wife to talk. The man seemed to think Berti's mute was a trivial thing.

Cakra is busy with his growing business. While Berti lamented the fate of the hollow marriage he lived. Berti could not bear to live with Cakra, and he decided to separate.

Berti's decision is unanimous. He can't take it anymore. Perhaps Cakra wants the same thing, but cannot say it. There was no interest between them, let alone love. 

Time shows at eight o'clock. Cakra had gone home from work earlier, and her husband had also finished dinner. Berti will talk about his desire to separate and this is the right time. 

Berti has been patient enough for three months and if he keeps his household again, then Berti can go crazy in the heart pressure that Cakra gives. 

Although nervous, Berti still ventured to knock Cakra's workspace. It would be foolish for Cakra to be angry if disturbed. 

"It's me, Berti," he exclaimed. 

Mindfulness is distracted by the handle being pressed from the inside. The door opens with a display of the figure of Cakra. 

"What's up?" ask Cakra. 

It was expected that Cakra would ask questions as he came searching. Is it not natural for a wife to see her husband? Cakra asked. 

"I want to talk. This time, take your time. I only spoke once and after hearing your decision, I won't bother you anymore" Berti said. 

Cakra. "Come in." 

Berti stepped in. The distinctive aroma of Cakra is captured by Berti's sense of smell. Her husband that she could not reach at all. Men are insensitive all over the world. 

"Sit down" said Cakra. 

Bizarrely. Even Berti felt foreign in the room that her husband occupied. Cakra treated him like a distant guest who had just been to his house. 

Berti landed his body on the long sofa, while Cakra sat on the single sofa with crossed legs. Look at that power-ass style. Berti like a subordinate just faced off with a big boss. 

"What do you want to talk about?" ask Cakra. 

Berti stared fixedly at her husband's face. He wanted to express what his purpose was, but his lips felt faint to speak. 

"Bert," rebuked Cakra. 

Tortured over the reprimand. He gulped, then turned his eyes straight ahead. He had to dispel the doubts in his heart and say everything he had been feeling. 

"I want us to divorce" Berti said. 

"What's? Say it one more time," Pinta Cakra. 

Berti stared at Cakra. "I want to be separated from you. I want a divorce."

Cakra was silent for a moment with a look of disbelief at his wife. He didn't hear wrong. It was simply unthinkable Berti could utter such a request. 

"What's your monthly money lacking? I can add to that" said Cakra. 

"Very enough" said Berti. 

"Why make such a request?" 

"You said why? Our relationship is like this, you still don't understand? Are we running a real household? No, right?" 

"Don't just say those words, Bert. Not okay. I have no intention of granting your request. I refused!" 

"I can't live with a man like you!" said Berti. 

"Calm your mind. How's our family? At least their minds." 

"I'll tell you the real thing happened. All this time our relationship that can not be said as a husband and wife. I'm tired of waiting and unable to accept your indifference" Berti said. 

"It's not just about that! Have you ever paid attention to me? Have you ever praised me? Have you ever said love to me? Never was!" 

"I told you to give me some time. I need that." 

"Until when, Cakra?" tanya Berti lirih's. "When you build a wall so high. I tried to get close, but you were disgusted by me. What is my lack? What don't you like about me? Say, Cakra." 

"I just can't do it yet" said Cakra. 

Got up from his seat. "My decision is round. Our relationship must end. I want us to divorce!" 

"I don't want to!" cakra insisted. 

"I'll take care of the letter even if you refuse." 

Berti walked towards the door. When he wanted to pull the doorknob, Cakra's voice stopped him. An unexpected word by Berti. 

"You got another dream guy, right?" cakra. 

"What, anyway? Suddenly you say something that's not true." 

"If you don't have another man, then why are we divorced?" Cakra. 

"Because of your attitude! Everything inside you, I hate it" Berti said. 

"As a wife, you accept your husband's shortcomings. Not just because I'm cute, you even want to split up? You think marriage is a joke?" 

Berti's eyes widened to hear the words of Cakra. Why is it like he's wrong here? Her husband can't be a good man. Berti wanted warmth, but Cakra built an ice wall. 

"Less what else am I? Every behavior I accept. You asked to separate rooms, I kept quiet. You've been away from me all this time. Instead of living like this, it's better to be apart. After all, in this house we have lived each other's lives" Berti recalls. 

"I refuse!" said Cakra firmly. 

"Whatever you want to say. My decision is final. We have to split up!" 

She opened the door, then walked out. He ran up the stairs one by one with Cakra chasing him from behind. 

"We haven't finished talking yet" said Cakra. 

"Otherwise? It's all clear." 

Berti entered the room. He closed the door, but Cakra held him. "Listen to me, Bert. I apologize for my behavior to you. But please don't file a divorce suit." 

"slowly. Your apology is too late" Berti said. 

"Think of our parents, Bert. They match us with the hope that our families will be united. If we split up, then that friendly relationship will be tenuous." 

"Then how do I feel? I don't want to live with a man who doesn't love me. We don't love each other, Cakra. Why does this marriage continue?" 

"I'll fix everything. I'm gonna change my attitude." 

"Tape! I don't want to be with you anymore" Berti said, then pushed the door shut and locked it. 

"Bert, open the door" cried Cakra. 

Cakra cursing irritatedly, he descended down towards the study. Cakra picked up the phone on the table, then contacted his parents and in-laws. 

"Sorry, Berti. If I can't believe you, our parents can, '" muttered Cakra. 

Cakra called her in-laws first and then her parents. He invited them all to come home to advise Berti. Cakra can only ask for their help so that the household remains intact. 

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