Help Me Divorce

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Surprise for Berti because at four o'clock in the afternoon her husband was already home. More or less for two days Cakra does activities without his regular schedule. The man had broken his own rules.

Berti. "Have you been home long?"

"Must be," replied Cakra

Berti nodded. "I'm upstairs first, huh. You need anything?"

"There is Minah who prepared tea."

"Oh, I change clothes first after that just cook dinner."

Cakra cleared his throat then continued reading the newspaper that he had not had time to do this morning. While Berti quickly changed clothes, clean up her husband's clothes lying on the sofa and then came down to carry out his duties.

Berti approached her husband first who was still faithfully reading the newspaper. "Mas Cakra," he rebuked.

Cakra cleared his throat without taking his eyes off the newspaper sheet. Berti wants to remind her that her birthday will soon arrive and she wants a vacation with her husband of course.

Sitting next to the chakras. Wraps his hands around the man's burly arms and rests his head.

"We're on vacation, yuk," take Berti.

"Yes" replied Cakra.

Berti then pulled away and looked at her husband fixedly. "So seriously you wanna come?"

"Yes" replied Cakra.

"What's your schedule?"

"I can manage it again."

Berti hugged Cakra. "I love you. We're on holiday in Bali."

Cakra. "We're on vacation to dad's. We're staying there."

"What?" Berti did not hear wrong. "To my house?"

Cakra. "Yes, to your house."

"You said you wanted a vacation to my house?" ask Berti.

"We haven't been there for a long time. Saturdays and Sundays we're there."

"My parents' house was only thirty minutes away by car. You think it's a vacation?" ask Berti.

"There's something I want to talk to Dad about. Saturday-Sunday we go there," said Cakra, then got up from his seat.

Berti can't say anything. A vacation for Cakra is a visit to his parents' house. Yes, it is also called a vacation if it comes on Saturdays and Sundays. However, not so is the purpose of the holiday that Berti wants.

"Madam," said Minah who came near.

"Please take water, Bi. It's a hard throat for saliva," Berti said.

"Okay, Madam."

One glass of water runs out in one sip. Berti gave the glass to Minah and told her to leave, while she still wanted to sit pensively on the sofa. Still shocked, not believing. The definition of vacation according to Cakra is a visit to the parents' house.

"Sorry, Madam. Aunty should cook what dinner menu for today. Last afternoon Mrs Widya brought groceries," said Minah.

Berti. "Auntie just rest. I still want to be here. Don't think about dinner."

Minah breeding her master, then passed from the family room. Berti took a deep breath and then exhaled it. So many times that he felt a little calm.

There are so many foods in the refrigerator. Thankful for getting so good and caring in-laws. Just wonder and suspect if Cakra is not the child of the two because there is absolutely no resemblance. Berti said in his heart while cutting the circle of baso.

"Be careful, Madam," said Minah.

Berti. "Yes, Auntie." It was fortunate that he did not cut a finger because he daydreamed about Cakra. "Aunt has known Cakra for a long time?"

"Auntie's been working at home a long time since Mr. Cakra was a teenager."

"Oh, huh? Try Aunt's story. Is the chakra really that?"

"Yes, that's how it is. His son is smart, he studies. He said he wanted to be successful."

"If the others?"

Aunt seems to think. "What, huh? I know Auntie's just that."

"He's a bitch?"

Minah nodded. "Say master Cakra. Live only once. Live with something useful. Yeah, so he said if scolded by the big lady."

"So she always said that?"

Minah looked around. Fear if Cakra suddenly appears in the kitchen. "But, madam don't tell anyone, yeah."

"Berez. Try whispering," Berti said.

"Grandfather Cakra is not dead?"

"Yes, right, and Mr. Adhitama's eldest brother lives abroad. Serem's guy. Can't be wrong. Worse than lord Cakra."

Berti even laughed. "It's just worth it."

Minah quickly moved away when she heard the sound of footsteps. Cakra appeared to his wife who still had not finished the dinner menu.

"I'm hungry, Bert," he said.

"Patience, this is just sauteed vegetable capcay," replied Berti.

"Have you told me our mother's gonna catch up?"

"I haven't had the chance. I want to celebrate my birthday. I want a vacation" Berti said.

"How much do you have, anyway? Wear every birthday."

"As far as I am, dong. I'm going to Bali."

"You want to go with that guy?" ask Cakra.

"I want to go with my husband, but my husband doesn't want to" replied Berti.

"More importantly, which parent or vacation with your boyfriend?"

"He's not my girlfriend!" protest Berti.

"I can still tolerate, yes, the same you. Patience has its limits, Berti!" cakra.

"okay! I'm coming with you" said Berti at last.

It is impossible for Berti to tell Cakra the truth if he and Arjuna are just making a show to get divorced.

"You also know that you are a wife" said Cakra.

Minah approached her employer. "Patience, Mistress. Don't take heart."

Berti nodded. "Yes, Auntie. Come on, let's get ready for the food."

Dinner was passed in silence. Cakra just went straight to the study after finishing filling his stomach, while Berti returned to the room.

Not that Berti wanted to celebrate a birthday like a child, but he wanted a vacation. Spending time with her husband. However, Cakra did not understand at all.

Berti turned her back to her husband when Cakra entered the room. Cakra opened the shirt he was wearing, turned off the main light and then went up to the top of the bed while turning on the sleeping lights.

Fragrant. The rose scent that Cakra caught at this time. He shifted closer, mengoel-noel behind Berti, but his wife did not heed it.

"Belton!" reprimand Cakra.

"I want to sleep" said Berti.

"Bert," rebuked Cakra.

"I'm going to sleep!"

Head scratching chakra. He woke up, peeking at Berti who was pretending to close his eyes. Cakra kissed her white arm because Berti was wearing a laced nightgown.

"Bert" whispered Cakra.

"Don't bother! Sleep there," Berti said by shifting away.

"Want a holiday to Bali?" ask Cakra.

"I don't know."

"We're on holiday in Bali. I'll book tickets for both of us."

Berti turned to look at her husband. "Really?"

"Yes, we're on holiday in Bali."

"I want this Saturday to go. You don't lie" Berti said.

"promises. I'll book the tickets tomorrow morning. But, tonight we're making another kid, huh?"

"You promise?" ask Berti make sure again.

"I swear!" cakra.

Berti nodded. "Come, we'll do it again."

"You're upstairs, yeah."

Berti recited her husband's request. Not in vain he ventured with Widya to conquer Cakra.

Seriate