Help Me Divorce

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Cakra deliberately went home without telling his wife or family. At seven o'clock he reached home after a flight of about six hours nonstop.

The welcoming Minah looked anxious because her master had come home, but the hostess was nowhere to be found. Berti left again with Banyu this afternoon.

"Mrs hasn't come home yet?" ask Cakra.

"Not yet, sir," replied Minah. "Master wants to eat first? Let Auntie get it ready."

Cakra. "Auntie take my suitcase to the room. Oh, yeah, what time does my wife usually come home?"

"Eight or nine o'clock, sir."

"He went with a man?" ask Cakra.

I hesitated to answer. He wanted to be honest, but did not want to make the two husbands quarrel. Minah always sees Banyu coming to pick her up, but Berti never puts the man in the house.

"Is the lady still nauseous in the morning?"

"Still, Sir. Big madam and mother-in-law were here this morning."

Cakra. "My wife left the house after mom and mom left?"

"Sore, Mister. Madam likes to have dinner outside."

"Auntie just continue the work and rest. Let me lock the door."

Minah resigned from before her superiors. Cakra landed his body on a soft sofa. For about an hour or two he had to wait for Berti to come home, and Cakra did not want to waste his chance idling on the couch. He opened the briefcase, then observed the reports and incoming emails.

Eight o'clock in the night, Berti hasn't come home yet. While Cakra is also still reluctant to move from his seat. His determination was strong to wait for his wife to come home. At half-nine p.m., Cakra shut down his laptop.

"We'll see if he comes home in half an hour" Cakra murmured as he looked up at the ceiling.

Fifteen minutes passed, Cakra heard the sound of a car in front of his house. It still did not move from the sofa, then the fence was opened, and not long the door was knocked.

The chakras do not move from the seat because the door is not locked. But his view is still forward.

"Bi Minah!" yup, Berti stepped in.

Cakra cleared his throat, then Berti was surprised. She fell silent, blinked her eyes several times if the man who was moving from his seat was indeed her husband.

"The chakras!" said it.

"Yes, your husband is home."

Berti closed the door. "You didn't say you were going home."

"Where did it come from?"

"I'm having dinner outside" Berti replied.

"Who's the guy?" ask Cakra.

Berti looked at her husband. "Just like Banyu."

"Your ex-boyfriend?"

Berti nodded. "Yes, same as my ex."

The chakras exhale long. "I don't forbid you from hanging out with anyone. But always keep my trust. I told you too. You know what's good and bad for our marriage. I don't have to teach you, do I, Bert."

"Tell me what you want to say" Berti said.

"I don't want to accuse you. But, what a man deserves to touch the lips of another man's wife."

"What?" berti said.

"Is it appropriate for Banyu to wipe the tip of your lips with his hand if the man has no particular intention?" cakra.

"You spying on me?"

"Dafa saw it."

"Honestly Cakra, I like Banyu" Berti said.

"Aware of what you say?"

"Very conscious. Only Banyu understood my feelings. I need him as a companion" Berti said.

Cakra clapping his hands. "Tell me, what makes you like it?"

"Reverse from your nature. Everything she has, I love."

"Oh, he's the romantic guy you want. Apparently my wife is still trapped in a fantasy world" said Cakra. "Aware, Berti! You're pregnant with my son and you easily say you like other men. Your brain is short or what?"

"Think with your head. I work for you too. So you don't have less money."

"You think I just need money?" said Berti. "I need love and attention. That's all Banyu gave me."

"Shut up!" snapped Cakra.

"What?" challenge Berti.

"I can't stand you either" said Cakra.

Berti was silent for a moment. "I can't stand it with me. We better get divorced. You can focus on your career and I can get what I want."

Cakra rubbed his face, he approached Berti. "I was carried away by emotion. Sorry, I snapped at you earlier."

Take a step back. "Sorry, Mas. My resolve is round. I really want to be separated from you."

"Don't do this, Bert. Remember, you're pregnant." Cakra. "Damn it! Why are women so complicated? When given luxury, he asked for attention. When he is given attention, he asks for luxury. You're demanding too much, Bert."

"If you can't stand it, we better split up" Berti said.

"By the way again, you bear the consequences!" threaten Cakra's.

"You gonna hit me?"

"Don't tell me apart. I don't want to separate" said Cakra.

Berti just stepped up, and Cakra followed. The two enter the room with Berti taking the suitcase from behind the closet. She slid the door to take all her clothes.

"What the fuck?" ask Cakra.

"I want to go home to my parents" Berti said.

Cakra snatched the clothes from his wife's hand and then threw the suitcase on the floor. Cakra vented his frustration at the contents of the items in the room.

"Give me your cell phone" Pinta Cakra.

"No way."

"Give it!" snapped Cakra.

"I don't want to!"

Cakra snatched Berti's bag, took his wife's mobile phone and checked the chatter from Banyu. Indeed, the man was so active in contacting Berti, even more messages and phones than him.

"This is what is called a good man. This man who wants to take the wife of someone else you think is good and you want to make a husband." Cakra threw the phone against the wall. "Damn it!"

"The chakras!" shout Berti.

"Stop your madness!" cakra.

"I would be crazy if I kept the same as you. I want us to divorce!" yelled Berti, then out of the room.

"That's it!" cry out Cakra that follows. He grabbed his wife's arm. "Where are you going?"

"I went home to my parents. I don't want to live here."

"You can't go anywhere. Stay at home."

Berti tried to break away. "Take me off!"

"That's enough, Berti!"

"I want to go home!"

Cakra hugged his wife tightly. While Berti still struggling to ask to be released. Cakra carried him into the room, and sat his wife on the bed.

Berti crying. "Ending this relationship. I can't live with you."

Cakra could say nothing. "I'm sorry, Bert. Don't be this little thing you asked to separate."

"This is what I hate about you. Your mind is arbitrary. No, Cakra. I can no longer be with you. I eat liver every day."

"Think of our future son, Bert."

"Please, I want to separate," said Berti sniffled.

"I'm taking you to mom's house."

Seriate