Help Me Divorce

Beda

Shopping is thrown just like that on the sofa. Berti opened the boots he was wearing as well as the black Blazer that wrapped his body.

His head suddenly throbbed after hearing the expression of love from the ex. Guilt arises because it has made Banyu disappointed. A relationship he took for granted because at that time Berti had not thought of getting married.

He received an arranged marriage with Cakra because he did not want to be urged constantly by both parents who did want him to get married and immediately give a grandson.

If time could be turned back, Berti would probably choose Banyu who was attentive to him. Berti remember very well if the former does have a nature that is so loving and romantic. Just listen to those heart-wrenching words. Stabbed until Berti felt she was so very guilty.

Relationships end, so why think about your ex again. However, this case is a little different. Berti was made guilty by Banyu for not keeping his promise. His puns have managed to make that happen.

"Why can Banyu say that?" berti lirih. "Why does he believe so much in my words?"

His name is love and Banyu has decided to marry Berti, which means, the man is very serious. It's just too late. The struggle was so futile. All destroyed by a fate that cannot unite them.

Room door knocked. Berti rushed to tidy up his shoes, blazer and groceries on the sofa. It must be Cakra coming home from his restaurant. Tidying his hair, rubbing his face, taking a breath and then exhaling a long breath, he opened the room.

"Long time open the door" said Cakra.

Berti grabbed Cakra's hand, then kissed the back of the hand. Then help her husband remove the tie, suit and shirt.

"You just got home?" tanya Cakra who saw Berti's groceries still wrapped.

"Yes, just now," replied Berti who stepped into the closet, picking up a towel and a change of clothes for her husband.

Cakra did not comment anymore because he already knew the expenses spent by Berti and with whom his wife went. Breakfast this morning his wife had said it, but there was an oddity here. Cakra felt angry because Berti had just come home in the afternoon.

After cleaning up, Cakra continued his leisure activities by reading a book outside the balcony of the room. However, there was less because Berti did not come to accompany him. Ever since he took a bath, his wife had been curled up under the covers. Cakra alone makes its own green tea because Berti is reluctant to wake up from the comfortable fall.

A total of twenty pages that Cakra can read. The sun has long been gone. The blue sky turned black with thousands of tiny lights on it. Although dark, but Singapore is so bright because of the twinkling lights.

Cakra wakes up from his seat and enters the room, passing Berti who has finished bathing.

"Quick-dress. We go out" said Cakra.

"Where?" ask Berti.

"Change clothes. We're out for a walk tonight again."

Berti nodded. "Yes, Mum ...."

Casual clothes only because Berti sure if her husband will take her to a regular restaurant because Cakra also choose jerseys and jeans to use.

After changing clothes, Berti and Cakra came out of the hotel building where they were staying. Both walked for a short time until they found a taxi.

Apparently Cakra wants to take him to Sentosa Bay. It is beautiful there at night. Spectacular night views are not to be missed.

Before exploring Sentosa Bay, the two had dinner at a nearby restaurant. Chicken rice and fish head curry, ice kachang aka shaved ice if in Indonesia, and spicy chile crab.

"Do you know my favorite food?" ask Berti.

"Surely there's something I like, Mom."

The chakras seem to think. "I don't know what your favorite food is, but when it comes to taste, I know you like spicy food as well as sweet."

Berti smiled. Not bad for the Cakra answer. Perhaps Banyu gives more specific examples such as food names, while Cakra is more common. About taste he knows, whichever taste his wife likes. However, Berti's mind instead leads to Banyu. Obviously his ex is more attentive because he knows the details of every culinary dish that Berti likes.

"Try to guess again. What's my favorite food?" ask Berti.

"What other language are you talking about? Just eating is hard. Here, eat fast. Let's go cold."

Indeed Berti should not discuss the taste of food. It is better to eat it before Cakra grumbles. After eating, the two headed for Sentosa Bay. However, Berti did not enjoy it at all. Both ways, but alone. Cakra didn't want to be held together, even the man walked first.

"Bert, you want a photo?" ask Cakra.

Berti. "No need, Mas. I've been photographed here."

Cakra frowned because unlike usual Berti refused to photograph. Cakra photographing the cityscape also took pictures of Berti secretly.

"Mas, let's go home, yuk," take Berti.

"Are you sure you want to go home?"

Berti nodded. "Yes, I want to go home."

Again Cakra is confused about Berti's attitude tonight. He thought maybe this was because he gave time to walk and eat. That's why, Berti is in a hurry to return to the hotel.

"Tonight we can stay up. We're a little late coming home" said Cakra because he felt guilty.

"I'm going home, Mom."

"okay ...."

The problem is Berti remember the road with Banyu earlier. Think of it as two days, but so imprinted in Berti's heart. The man's praise and chatter made Berti blush in shame. Different from the Cakra.

Arriving at the hotel, Berti did not release the Cakra. Of course because he wanted to convince his own feelings. Berti has fallen in love with her husband and there is no way she fell back to the figure of Banyu who is full of praise and flirting.

"Eh, hold on, Bert. I undress first" said Cakra, whose lips had been touched by Berti.

The chakras fall on the bed. It is advisable to open the jeans as well as ******* once, and then rise above the lap of the man. Swiped for a while until she entered her husband's crouch.

Things that make Cakra wonder again. Berti had not even had time to undress the top, but the woman had started to climb and complain when she came down.

Berti fell in Cakra's arms gasping for air. However, her husband hugged her tightly, then punched her from below. Berti closed his eyes so that the shadow of the man who was with him last day was lost. However, Banyu instead flashed again in his mind.

All the time he thought if playing with Banyu might be different. Every snore of the plunge must be like a dialogue. Sure enough, Banyu will praise his body shape, his voice that further burns desire.

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