Just A Wedding

Chapter 54

The call tone from my HP rang for the fourth time. I didn't mean to accept it because I knew who it was from. I let it go even if it's a little noisy. I'm still in bed with my tough son. Breaking down the body due to exhausting activities throughout the day. ATK goods come today. Two large trucks filled with Henry's family's belongings. This day I overtime matched the items I received with payment notes. Tonight I want to sleep well with tough. I turn off HP when it's no longer pitched. I want to be free of burdens because of Mr. Satrio.

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The two-line mark is clearly shown in the test pack I hold. The situation I had from the beginning. It's not a mistake if I'm pregnant, because I have a husband. But it's wrong if I don't get in the way from the start. It's not because Tangguh is five months old. But I still lunge. I don't know what a wish is or what. From my desire to get married, I wish I had three or two children born from my own womb. Only with Mr. Satrio did I get the chance to conceive and give birth, because Mr. Satrio is my husband. I came out of the bathroom and got dressed. Take my niece Jhoji to school and take Tangguh to my sister's house. Don't want anything in my heart as a young pregnant mother. Today's schedule is very crowded Ko Dion yesterday has told us his employees that today there are items coming. I drove this motor matic at standard speed. Park the motor next to Dita's motorbike which has been lined up neatly.

Hours after the afternoon break when nausea and dizziness just come uninvited. I went straight to the bathroom followed by Dita who also panicked to see me.

" Mad Arin is okay - what ? " ask Dita who keeps following me from behind. " Pale Arin Ma'am Lo..... Sister Arin is sick ?" reiterate Dita who keeps asking. His hands immediately pinched my shoulders and back. " Sir.......? Is Arin pregnant ? I can guess without thinking. " Okay, I'm sorry Tough is a kid. Did Om Satrio know Arin was pregnant ?" I gestured to Dita with my hand. Dita was speechless but with a hand that continued to massage my shoulders and back.

" Dit.... Can I ask for help ? "

" Yes mbak..... Ma'am Arin cravings what ? I found, "sut Dita excited by my question. I smiled faintly at Dita who kept looking at me in amazement at knowing I was pregnant again when Tangguh was a child.

" Don't tell Om Rudi and his wife that I'm pregnant. I don't want Mr. Satrio to know I'm pregnant." I asked or maybe an order for Dita. Dita widened her eyes together with her frowning as if unsure of what I said just now.

"Mr.......!"

" I don't want Mr. Satrio to know I'm pregnant. We agreed that there would be no more communication until he himself applied for divorce. "

" Divorce....? Is Arin divorced from Om Satrio ? Why ?"

Dita and I walked towards the guest sofa in this office. Dita's hand was still holding my arm from behind. I patiently walked over and helped me sit on the chair.

" Siris really want a divorce ? No pity Tough, especially now that Sister Arin is pregnant ?" Dita is still not sure so repeatedly asked why I want a divorce.

" Satrio sir wants to remarry with his ex-wife" I explained to Dita.

Dita was wide-eyed in disbelief at my notice. I told Dita a little bit and in outline the cause and factor I wanted to divorce Mr. Satrio. During my story Dita showed a sad and regretful face. Dita's two hands clasped my hands, as if wanting to energize the spirit. Our eyes clashed, we were crying each other in the pelupuk but stuck.

" If I hadn't introduced Om Satrio to Ms. Arin, maybe now Ms. Arin is living happily with another man who loves Mbak," Said Dita while continuing to look at me with a sweeping expanse of pity. The pain I felt seemed to flow in Dita's heart and heart.

," Ma'am Dita must rise. Must...for Mbak Arin himself, especially for the child Mbak Arin. I support the divorcee from Om Satrio. Lost my respect and sympathies to Om Satrio," Kobar Dita gave support through his fiery expressions. Like a war leader who gives encouragement to his soldiers. Our conversation stopped because the call notification on my HP read. Beautiful with the tone of my favorite singer. Dita turned her head towards me after seeing Mr. Satrio who gave a call at HP. Give me a code to take his phone call.

The conversation heard also by Dita makes Dita must be astonished again - astonished. He closed his eyes and closed his mouth with his own hands.

" I've drafted a divorce lawsuit, but I submitted it after my marriage to Dik Asri" said Mr Satrio via HP connection. His voice was cold and stiff. It was as if I was a stranger to him.

," Yes......"

," The file I sent through WA. I also photographed it for you. So you can learn. Maybe there's a word you don't like or you think it's too cornering you."

" Yes I'll learn."

," Mother and father have blessed me to marry Dik Asri again. Tomorrow we'll get married, if your heart is sincere and breastfed you may come."

" I can't.....,"

" It's okay to calm your mind first. Hopefully you can still change your mind so we don't get divorced."

"I want to get divorced."

" It's up to you. I've lowered my ego to beg you, so we don't get divorced. My efforts are enough to keep you as my wife" without greeting Mr. Satrio immediately hung up. The WA notification sounded a few moments later. I opened the file for a copy of the divorce suit from Mr. Satrio. Where I became the defendant. There are a few points there for filing for divorce. I was out of the house for almost eight months. I'm too demanding of an excessive economy, lack of communication with my partner, and some other points. I immediately gave a thumb emoticon without giving a sentence of discussion. I am ready for this divorce. Dita did not say anything - just looked at me with a stare of grief. Murat - the cheerful face that is usually present instantly disappears without rest, his face is deathly pale. Maybe Dita feels guilty because my life is far from happy. His hand continued to hold my hand without a sound, his lips twitched without a sentence he could speak.

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