Help Me Divorce

Turns out she was

After taking care of the monthly financial statements of supermarkets and boutiques, Berti took the time to shop for clothes and to the salon. 

Tonight, was a special night where he would meet the man he was betrothed to. Actually from this morning wake up, Berti was nervous. The heart skipped a beat waiting for this meeting. He wanted to meet soon because he was curious about the candidate, but he wanted to postpone because he felt not ready. 

Whatever mixed feelings were in her mind, Berti should be able to deal with all of that. He does not care if the man who becomes the candidate is a responsible man and at that time Berti will accept him as a life partner. 

About an hour later, Berti finished preparing. She wears an ivory white dress with half-elbow sleeves and a length above the knee. His face was thin, while his hair was made straight. 

"It's about six o'clock. I need to hurry home. At seven o'clock the family of the candidate is coming," muttered Berti. 

Berti rushed out of the salon after paying self-care expenses. He unlocked the car, got in, then drove the steel vehicle to Ilham Hartawan's residence. 

At half-time, Berti arrived at his house. Tumben once the gate and front door opened wide. Maybe also the family from Aditama will come soon because earlier on the trip, the mother called Berti to go home soon. Berti also did not think that his best friend's car had been at home. I don't know when Sari came, but Berti is happy his best friend can attend. 

"Mom! Go home," he exclaimed.

"Thank God you're back. I thought you wanted to run away from this meeting" said Ilham. 

"Kok, run, anyway, sir. Kan, Berti's getting married." 

"Where from, anyway? I came even you do not exist," interrupted Sari. 

"Salon. Don't you see how I look?" ask Berti while turning the body, showing himself. 

"Pantes is home late. But tonight, you're beautiful. Sure, deh. Your future husband must be in love" said Sari. 

"Thank God, son. You've already come home. Now you hide in the room. If the guest has come, then I will call," said Santi. 

"Silence, Mom. Sari jagain Berti let not be anxious." 

Sari immediately took Berti to the room on the first floor. Both of them would be silent there while waiting for the guest of honor to come. 

"My body's cold. Is the air conditioning volume too large?" ask Berti

"You're nervous. Take it easy, if there is a car coming, I will peek at your candidate and tell his face," said Sari. 

"Can too. If it's visible, whatever the shape, I'm ready." 

"Who what? You can't just take it for granted, right?" said Sari. 

Berti smiled. "I promised my parents. Whoever their choice is, I'll take it." 

"That's living you, Bert. Parents just want their children to be happy. Who knows, but I hope nothing happens. May your marriage be as it is expected. I'm sorry, I'm not scaring you" Sari said. 

"I know, Sar. In this world, where there is a marriage that is fine. Problems must exist. Only later how the two people who have united in marriage bond to face him," said Berti. 

"Yes, deh. You are wise. I pray you're happy and your future husband is handsome." 

"Amin," replied Berti. 

Sari peeked behind the curtain of the car that was about to enter the courtyard of Berti's house. He glanced at the clock, which was around the wrist, at seven o'clock in the evening, but there was no sign of the guest coming.

"Cock, haven't come yet?" ask Sari. 

"A little while more" replied Berti. 

What Berti said is true. Two sedans entered the courtyard of Ilham Hartawan's house.  Sari set her eyes to see four adults coming out of the car. 

"I don't look" said Sari. "It only looks like the head is the same as the clothes." 

"Here we go, we wait for the mother or aunt to call us" Berti said. 

Sari nodded weakly and was forced to wait for someone who would call them down only.  Half an hour had passed since the guest arrived, there had been no sign of a call from below. 

"Same mother I forgot, times, yes. Tonight's a family gathering" Berti said. 

"Well, you're also not a word for it." 

Berti laughed a little. "I'm curious." 

"Shit, I'll take a peek." 

Just called, there was the sound of footsteps approaching. A long-awaited knock finally came as well. Sari quickly opened the door, pulling Berti out of the room. 

"Sweet people, Mom?" ask Sari. 

"So your attitude. Just look below. Anyway Mother agreed Berti married her," said Santi. 

Sari patted his best friend's shoulder. "Congratulations." 

"Your words sound haunted" Berti said. 

"I'm a ghost. Come on, let's get down." 

They went down simultaneously. He walked while bowing his head. She was embarrassed especially when the guest sofa started to close. The nervousness grew, both hands were cold, his body felt hot. Like a man who first knows love. 

"Son, introduce. This is Mr. Adhitama and Ms. Widya. You must have known Widya's mother" said Santi. 

Berti raised his head, then extended a hand. "That's right, sir, Mom." 

"We haven't seen each other in a long time, Bert. You keep busy" Widya said. "Sit's sitting next to Mom. Well, know your future husband, Cakra Adhitama." 

Berti smiled, then reached out and looked at the man who greeted him. Instantly Berti fixated with her future husband. 

"Cakra" said the man. 

"B-dirty." 

The man smiled as he pulled out his hand. "He's my brother, Daffa." 

"Hello Daffa," said Berti. 

"We often meet, sister, time between Mama Arisan." 

Berti nodded. "Yes." Yeah." 

"We'll go to dinner first. After that, we discussed the issue of marriage" said Ilham. 

Everyone agreed to dinner together. Berti felt his destiny was being played with. Isn't the man named Cakra the figure who last night one elevator with him. The world is so narrow. 

"Just a minute, Bert," against Sari. 

"What's? We're going to dinner." 

"Kok, your future husband's face feels familiar, huh? I think I've met." 

"It's that chuck in the restaurant" Berti replied. 

"Oh, yes!" 

Berti immediately shut Sari's mouth, then whispered, "Lit down your voice." 

Sari nodded. "Seriously, Bert. Your future husband's handsome abis." 

Heavy black hair. Longitudinal black eyebrows with sharp eye highlight. Cuspid, jaw firmly. Wide shoulders, a well-built body visible from the position of the man sitting. Full of authority and impressed haughty. 

"Indeed very handsome," said Berti. 

"But, I feel like he's a little cocky." 

Apparently not Berti himself who feels that, his best friend is also the same. The chakras are like the figure of an untouched man. A man who seems to keep his distance. 

"We just met. Not necessarily the person is," Berti said. 

"yes too. But Cakra is handsome. What is his face that makes a terrifying aura?" 

"I heard, the father of Bu Widya of Dutch descent," whispered Berti. 

"Pillotent. We better catch up quickly to the dining room" said Sari. 

Seriate