Help Me Divorce

Boutiques

The chakras deplete a plate of rice given by Berti. The man made no comment, even as usual. Berti guessed if Cakra was hungry, and just now it was just shy.

"Do you want a cake?" bargaining Berti.

Cakra. "I'm full. It's night time, we should go home."

"Take your time for tomorrow. We have to choose the bridal outfit and measure the dress."

"After lunch. You want me to pick you up?" ask Cakra.

"We met at the boutique. I'll go with mom."

The chakras smile a little. "alright. See you tomorrow. I have to say goodbye to family."

Berti followed the steps of Cakra who said goodbye to both prospective in-laws and other Berti relatives. Berti also so, sending both prospective parents of his future to the outside.

Marriage is getting closer, two months really will not be felt later. From tomorrow she must prepare to be the wife of a businessman named Cakra.

Berti waved as Cakra's entourage honked before exiting the main gate of Ilham Hartawan's residence.

"Bert, I'm back, man. It's night too" said Sari.

"Aren't you in my house?"

"Other times. I don't want to disturb people who will be busy imagining later" replied Sari.

"I imagined what?" ask Berti.

Sari. "Don't pretend, deh. You must want to dream of your future husband."

"Appaan, anyway. Don't."

Sari's lips are throbbing. "Look at me tonight. I'm back now."

"Be careful" said Berti.

The hand is a sign of separation between the two. The four-wheeled vehicle driven by Sari came out of the house yard.

"You're getting some rest" said Santi.

Berti nodded. "Yes, Mom."

Fast steps Derti deliver it into the bedroom. He cleaned himself first before dropping his body on the number one mattress with cotton sheets with lilies.

What Sari said has a point. Berti could not sleep at all even though he remembered about Cakra. She admitted she was very interested in her future husband, but this was more than just that. There's something down there twitching. Berti wanted Cakra to be by his side, giving him a warmth he had never felt.

"My mind must be cleansed" muttered Berti.

The chakras are incredibly perfect physically. Berti hasn't seen any disability from the man. His face and body were like a photo of a model who saw alone could make the women drool.

Berti imagined the body wrapped by the clothes. His hands could not wait to caress the shaped muscles, and more strangely Berti even predicted how much Cakra endurance was on the bed? Seeing that muscular body, Berti wanted to be crushed.

Berti. "God! Why is my mind like this? Maybe because I've collected photos of the Italian actor. It's all because of watching a movie with the title 'One Year Abducted Handsome Guys' I shouldn't have agreed to Sari's request at that time."

The seductive bearded actor had become Berti's idol in an instant. Berti denies if all his desires because they come from the spectacle. She is very confident that she is driven because she is a normal woman, and a Cakra will be able to satisfy everything she wants.

"I have to sleep" Berti said.

Although difficult, but Berti trying to be able to sleep. The only way is to imagine her and Cakra coming together to do the most fun thing. The fantasy proved successful. He fell asleep in the dark of the night.

******

In the afternoon, Berti and her mother have been in the boutique recommendation of her future father-in-law. Indeed, the boutique they came to was not arbitrary. When the owner of the place welcomed her, Berti was right to feel a dream because she could only be seen in TV and fashion magazines.

"So, is this your son-in-law's candidate?" ask Avanie.

"Yes, pretty, right?" widya.

"That's pretty. Same with the chakras."

"Know, this is Berti my daughter-in-law and this is my besan, Santi."

"Please, you just choose which one or have your own picture, I will design it" said Avanie.

"Come, Son. You choose according to your taste," Widya said.

"Yes, Ma" said Berti.

"Cakra's still on the way, Bert?" ask Santi.

"Again on the way. Let's just wait."

"That kid. Already know there wants to be an appointment even late," said Widya.

"Maybe hit by traffic jams" said Santi.

"I look ahead, you know. You also choose a kebaya that is suitable for us," said the besan, Widya.

Widya waited for her eldest son in front. Just five minutes in front of the entrance, the car he recognized was docked in the boutique parking lot. Cakra came out of his vehicle, and was greeted by his mother.

"Why is it so long?" ask Widya.

"Custom, Ma. I've got a lot of work to do. You said yourself that I have to finish my business before the wedding day" replied Cakra.

"Come, meet your future wife. Help her pick out a dress."

"Can't Berti choose for himself?" ask Cakra.

"Just in your opinion he'll be happy!"

Cakra clucked, "Why is it so troublesome?"

Widya can only shake. "This kid is completely insensitive."

Berti removed the magazine from his hand, and immediately got up from the chair when Cakra arrived. The man smiled slightly, and again welcomed his fiancee to continue choosing the wedding dress.

"Have you a choice?" ask Cakra.

"There were a few options, but I wanted to design my own wedding dress" Berti replied.

"Special day should wear a special dress as well."

"There's a couple of pairs of models, do you want to see me wearing them?" ask Berti.

"If you are sud .... "

"Of course," cut Widya. "Cakra would like to see you in a wedding dress. Try wearing one of those clothes and let Cakra judge."

"Yes," replied Cakra. "Wear the dress you like."

Berti was happy to hear that, then took some dresses that he liked to try. Widya approached her son, then whispered, "Change your indifference. Berti will be disappointed if you don't agree with his opinion earlier."

Actually Cakra wanted to say if trying on clothes again wastes time. Obviously Berti wants to make his own wedding dress, then why even want to wear another wedding kebaya? For Cakra it takes time. He should immediately measure his clothes and not sit quietly waiting for Berti with kebaya on his body.

Get out wearing a low-necked white kebaya. The chakras look from top to bottom, and are ready to comment.

"What about this?" ask Berti.

"Good," replied Cakra.

"His neck is low, dear," said Santi.

"Truely said Mother. Try to replace the others" proposes Cakra.

"I feel that way too" Berti said.

"If you are already a .... "

"Replace the others, dear," cut Widya.

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