I'm Grabbing your Husband Candidate

Divorce Me And Marry Him

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...CHAPTER 39...

...Divorce Me and Marry Him...

"Silvia you believe in my words, don't you...?" he asked again, hoping Silvia would believe what she told him that it was indeed the reality.

Silvia shook her head quickly while keeping her eyes tight.

"Marry him!" his words slowly made Devan flabbergasted.

"I will support you in marrying your lover. I realized, here I am the wrong one for forcing you to marry me first. So now, I'm the one who's gonna back down with this wedding of ours. I'm sorry for bothering you so much..."

Silvia lowered her face without wanting to see Devan. Her tears shed immediately soaked her face until it fell on the robe she was wearing.

"I'm sorry for the things that always trouble your life." she said with trembling lips.

"No-no, I can't divorce you Silvia! Didn't we agree with each other. I'm ready to meet your second condition, so there's no divorce between us!" stern Devan with a fast hunting breath.

For some reason her chest suddenly became so tight when Silvia asked her for a divorce. Though his oral tongue was so light when he promised Catherine to divorce him. Was it because love began to grow in his heart, without him noticing? Moreover, seeing Silvia's figure with her new appearance. Devan seemed heavy to release the angelic woman of heaven.

Silvia wiped away her tears quickly. Then shake again.

"Forgot my terms earlier. You must marry Cathrine immediately. Because of me, the two of you are falling into a pit of sin! I'm worried about your relationship becoming more and more!" and Silvia stood up and walked to get something in her closet.

"Silvia, what do you want?" Devan looked anxiously at the movement of Silvia's hands looking for something under the pile of her clothes, the clothes that had been neatly arranged there.

Silvia took a deep breath and closed her eyes and exhaled slowly. After he found what he was looking for.

Silvia turned slowly to face Devan, and her hand stretched out to give her a pair of red and dark green wedding books.

"Take this, now we go to the religious office. Let's get things done, the sooner the better." Silvia hands Devan the marriage book. He filed for divorce that same day. Devan grabs the book that is the valid proof of their marriage in the hands of Silvia with a trembling body.

"You're not serious, are you?" Devan shook his head again with teary eyes staring at his wife's face. "Please trust me Silvia, just once. I actually did it in an unconscious state. I don't remember a single bit of it." Devan said, arguing that Silvia believed what she said wasn't a lie. Silvia hesitated.

"Nobody knows you did it consciously or subconsciously, Mom! Only God and God know what you do. For two nights you stayed at Cathrine's apartment! Would I just believe it, if you two didn't do anything?" refuting Silvia, her eyeballs twitched adequately Devan's face with a bitter look. "The two of you are both adults and you love each other, so it is likely that you will do it with pleasure" he said.

Silvia nodded in understanding. Indeed, nothing can separate the two lovebirds who are in a drunken romance, so they are determined to do something heinous. But what he loves, why can't Devan hold himself back. And prefer the haram rather than the obviously halal before his own eyes. Silvia is getting inferior, it's obvious that Devan doesn't want her. After all, why would he have to maintain this stupid marriage?!

"Silvia, I know you'll never believe what I say. But that's the truth..." Devan scooped up Silvia's shoulder, so that the woman who was still his wife's status returned to look into the depths of his eyes that there was no lie in it.

"I'll help you talk to your parents, Mom. Especially your Mama. Hopefully later Mama will accept Cathrine" he said with a calm mimic.

"Sil, but_" Devan clasped Silvia's hand, shaking her head again. Begged him to reconsider the matter.

Silvia smiled wryly. "Don't worry Mas, I won't tell your parents what you did with your boyfriend. I know the limits and I still have a conscience, I wouldn't make it possible for both of your parents to be shocked to hear it" he said.

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The sound of a private car horn Early sounded loud under the courtyard there. They were both shocked and looked down from the window.

"That's your mother coming home, I'll meet her to talk about our divorce..." Silvia took off her hand which was still in Devan's hands. But when Silvia wanted to step open the door. Quickly Devan pulled his hand again and hugged him tightly, and let their marriage book fall, strewn across the floor.

"Don't Silvia, I beg of you!" the door with a face.

"But, how long are we going to postpone this divorce? Do you have the heart to let Cathrine's feelings slip? Hang up your relationship without a definite bond? After what you did to him. Losing her virginity before she married. Poor him, you have to take responsibility. Don't try to be a coward. Your mother will never allow you to have two wives. So let me back off. Then you'll marry Cathrine immediately..."

"I said there would be no divorce between us, Silvia! Didn't you hear what I said!" it snapped hard with a face that had been flushed out. Her chest of fireworks held back the turbulent emotions inside her chest.

Devan then cupped both cheeks Silvia. The look in her eyes turned soft, adequate every inch of her beautiful face that was without makeup. It's really very natural. White and clean. Very far compared to the skin of Cathrine who always wears the look of makeup. Cathrine is just beautiful, for some reason Devan prefers natural facial skin like Silvia.

"If I tell you_ if I love you right now. Are you gonna believe me?" he said with a clean sliver. Devan swallowed his saliva slowly. He looked back at the beautiful face of his wife from a very close distance.

"I'm in love with you." he said.

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Silvia was dumbfounded, her eyes perfectly rounded. His heart beats faster than usual, after he hears a love speech from Devan's own mouth. Like a dream, yeah... It's really like a dream. Finally the full moon he waited, his love for Devan, can be avenged as well.

Devan didn't wait for Silvia's answer. Because Silvia knew she had a taste of it for a long time. Then her hand pulled Silvia's face towards her, whose head was still wrapped by the navi-colored hijab. Gently stare with a misty look. Then a short kiss on Silvia's lips, gave a pause before she reunited her lips deeper.

"May I ask you today for my rights...?" whispered.

Her request successfully made Silvia fixated, her body as if stiffened like there was a flow of electricity stinging her. As he felt again the soft and deep touch of Devan's chewy thing. His fragrant breath roared warmly on his face.

Although it was the third kiss Silvia felt from her husband. But this time it felt very different, more delicious to the bottom of his heart.

Devan pulled up Silvia's slender waist and tightened their bodies and the other hand opened the veil in her head. Until the long sheet of cloth fell to the floor. Without letting go of her lips that continued to wander through Silvia's face.

Silvia regained her senses, then she pushed the rough Devan body from before her. He was almost washed away by Devan's voluptuous lips.

"What are you doing? This is not true!"

"What's not true, you're my wife. And I have the right to ask for it now."

Silvia shook her head quickly while covering her two ears that did not want to hear Devan's words. "Mas, don't make me doubt my decision. It's over and we're both getting divorced!" he shouted again by looking at Devan's face.

Silvia bent down to take her hijab that just dropped Devan. But with a quick movement, Devan again grabbed Silvia's hand and held her tiny body that felt solid.

"I said no Silvia. I'll never let you go. You will forever remain my wife. And Cathrine's problem let it be my own!" firmly again, with a sharp and deep look at Silvia who was still dumbfounded in shock, whose body was now in Devan's sling.

Devan walked with his wife's body, gently tossed her on the bed.

"W-what do you want to do to me?" he said stammering, nervous, turning his body away.

"Asking for my rights to you" he said again briefly, while slowly opening the top clothes attached to his body.

Silvia shook her head quickly with her heart still pounding, there was fear in her heart, but Devan did not care. He continued his action. Wanted Silvia's body that day.

As powerful as Silvia wants to defend herself so as not to be plastered more by a man who is still legitimate as her husband. But Devan is superior to him. Silvia loses and finally resigns to what Devan did to her.

And that afternoon was the first time they performed the ritual husband and wife after four months of marriage.

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