Help Me Divorce

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A miserable night for Cakra. When he entered the room, he saw Berti wearing pink lingerie. Damn again, Berti deliberately showed off his neckline. Cakra remembers their intimate struggle in Bali. It was amazing and now he wants to repeat it all, but their relationship is in a cold atmosphere.

Berti has been silent a thousand languages since this morning and he is not good at seducing a woman who is angry. It is not impossible, but Cakra is ashamed to do so.

"Bert," rebuked Cakra.

Berti turned on the sleep lamp even though Cakra had not turned off the main light. He pulled the blanket up to the neck and then stretched himself back to his back.

Main light is turned off. The chakra runs toward the mattress, then turns on the sleeping lamp that belongs to its part. He turned to Berti, as deliberately inviting, the blanket sagged revealing the white back of his wife.

Cakra up, get inside the blanket. He looked at Berti who always turned his back. When I first got married, Cakra was not interested at all. Having felt the pleasure of the world, he himself could not endure it.

"Berti," rebuked Cakra.

No response from his wife. Berti also did not budge, even though Cakra knew that his wife had not slept. Cakra embraced Berti.

"Bert, make a child, yuk," he whispered.

Berti took off Cakra's embrace, inched down from the bed with a pillow and a blanket. Berti moved to the long sofa and laid himself there.

"That" call Cakra.

There's absolutely no response. Berti covered himself with a blanket. Cakra grabbed the bolster then hugged him tightly while looking at the wife who had been hiding in the warm thick cloth.

"Bert" call Cakra. "Billions!"

Mau a thousand times call also Berti will not respond to Cakra. She was angry that her husband had decided something in his life. Cakra should speak carefully before making that important decision.

"That's what, you why, anyway?" ask Cakra. "I want a wife who stays at home. Time you just get angry. Bert, I'm going to play. Bert, Bert!" Cakra took a long breath. He further tightened his rolling embrace while looking at the wife.

Inside the blanket, Berti listened. Grumbled in her heart at her husband's actions. More in this moment. Berti will see if Cakra will approach him? Carrying up on the bed or persuading her seduction that makes the heart melt.

It really isn't. Some time Berti peeked out from under the blanket when Cakra was no longer speaking. The statue had closed its eyes.

"He's sleeping instead" muttered Berti annoyed.

He remembered if he wanted to check Cakra's wallet and cell phone. Berti carefully got off the sofa and then stepped closer to her husband. Berti immediately took the wallet and then checked it. Nothing suspicious. There were no photos of anything stored in the leather wallet.

Then, Berti took Cakra's phone which was on the nightstand of the sleeping lamp after putting the wallet back in its original place. Unfortunately, the device was locked and had to use a password.

"My phone" said Cakra who awoke from her sleep.

Berti was shocked and accidentally dropped the mobile phone. Cakra gets up, gets out of bed, then picks up the phone that fell to the floor.

"Why what?" tanyakanya.

Berti's lips were mute with his heart beating fast. Cakra's first wife had fallen to the floor and it was all because of him.

"You what?" tanya Cakra while wiping her phone. "Java!" The chakras raise his voice.

Berti jerked. "You see your phone!" he also did not lose high voice.

Cakra opened the password of his cell phone and then gave the phone to Berti.

"Take. Look at it as much as you can" said Cakra.

Already allowed, then Berti took the phone and then checked the photo gallery. There's nothing suspicious there. Most portraits of location plans, numbers and photos of Cakra are with colleagues.

"Where's my photo? How come it's not here?" ask Berti.

"Oh, so, you don't want to keep my picture?"

"It's night, we'd better go to sleep" Cakra said.

"My answer!" berti said. "Am I not beautiful until you don't want to save my picture?"

"Don't be like a child. Your photo problem should be angry. Our wedding photo is, right, there is," said Cakra.

"I want a picture of us in Bali!" berti said. "You don't love me. Not love me!"

Cakra snatched the phone from his wife, fiddled with it and gave it back to Berti.

"Look at you, "" said Cakra.

Laughter was held, the look on his face remained sour as before. Berti remained in a state of rage after seeing the portrait her husband had shown. Apparently Cakra kept a photo of their togetherness in another file.

"Kok, did I sleep on the photo?" ask Berti.

Cakra immediately grabbed his phone. "Don't ask too many questions. Get to sleep fast."

"I haven't seen it as much. Who knows you keep a picture of another woman there."

"What, anyway?"

"I want to see" urged Berti.

Cakra once again gave her mobile phone and Berti went back to check. There's nothing in there that looks suspicious.

"satisfied? The husband himself is suspected" Cakra said.

"You can check my phone" Berti said, returning the phone to her husband.

"I knew you had a boyfriend. Still not aware of your behavior."

"Arjuna is not my girlfriend!" said Berti.

"Then what?" ask Cakra.

"Just pretend that I can divorce you" Berti said.

"To the extent that you want a divorce from me?"

"Because I don't like the nature of your feet" Berti said.

Waist-rigged chakra. "You want me to always obey, and you don't obey me. I'm asking you to stop working, you're angry. What do you think I am? A robot? Which you can arrange."

"I didn't mean it," Berti argued. "The husband of the wife is naturally in love with each other. The wife needs to be noticed. I just want it from you."

"The wife is the husband's responsibility. Love or not is not important. What matters is that we live together. Have a legitimate bond. Don't think like you live in a romance novel. Throw away all your collection of non-mouth readings" Cakra said.

"You think love is only in novels? The wife also needs love and affection" Berti said.

"In fact, the wife only needs a responsible and loyal husband. I did both. You're less than that?" ask Cakra. "Once that dream is over. Wake up and face reality. Don't ask me to be like Romeo because I'm not him. I'm Cakra! Here I am, your husband!"

Berti immediately ran out of the room after hearing that. He was unable to refute the hurtful speech that Cakra had uttered. It may be true if Berti is too hopeful with a love story in the style of a film or novel that he reads.

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