Lightly Longing

Divorce Trial

A few seconds later, Mr. Arbi let go of his kiss. I brushed the lips of Mr. Arbi's kiss.

"It turns out you're the same as any other guy."

"No. I'm not the same as the two men who stopped by in your life."

"really? Then you can get away from my life."

"I don't want to. I'll come and come again to disturb your heart until it's written my name there."

"You're crazy!"

"really. Come now we eat first, outside is also still raining," he asked who immediately pulled my wrist to enter.

I sat at one of the tables, Mr. Arbi seemed to order there. He looked at me for a moment and smiled somehow.

I held my chin up and lowered for a moment. There is shame in me. Not to mention my current status which is still iddah time.

Ten minutes Mr. Arbi was standing there, now his foot stepped closer with a tray in both hands.

Hamburger and fried chicken flour along with rice and warm drinks were already in front of me. Mr. Arbi offered a set of fried chicken, while he ate a large bread.

He bit him voraciously, I swallowed saliva seeing how he ate. To be honest, I wanted that. But, shame and prestige to tell the man who suddenly just stole a kiss on my lips.

Mr. Arbi chews heavily on my taste. Ah, why is food that just makes me swallow. Oh my God, I can't afford it.

"You want to have me?" bargain Mr. Arbi who might see me so tasteful with bread in his grasp.

"Ck! Which one do you have?" just to make sure, my attention turned towards her thin lips and rewound the memory of the incident a few minutes ago.

"Here," he pointed to the bread right in front of his lips.

I shudder shrugged at the thought of something else, Mr. Arbi slightly advanced and bowed his body shuffling my hair.

"Mom Ananta, Miss Ananta," said the words that made me bow down in shame. Then the sound of the chair creaking. I looked up, I saw Mr. Arbi back where the cashier was standing.

A few minutes later, he brought a serving of hamburger and fries.

"Please eat Miss Ananta."

"For me?" I pointed at myself. He nodded.

"This much?"

"Hem. Be eating. Got me enough of this."

I collapsed the body, whining confusedly spent it all. Then sit up straight and move my fingers to get ready to start. Hoping that Mr. Arbi will feel good with me.

Everything in front of me, I ate one by one leaving no leftover stuff a grain of rice.

"Mr Ananta, when is your divorce hearing?"

I choked on hearing his words. Coughing because the food I digest has not fully entered the esophagus. The hands quickly pull the drink, sipping water to make it easier for the stuck food to go to the stomach.

Mr. Arbi smiled at what was on his mind. I myself do not know when the trial will take place, talak also just dropped Satria on me this afternoon.

"I don't know yet, sir."

"Can I befriend you later? If necessary, I'll be the third person to hasten your divorce."

"No need, sir. I don't want to trouble you."

"OKAY. Now, what are your plans going forward?"

"Come, sir."

**

The house we occupied first, Satria handed over to me. As a treasure gono-gini. Right, this house is the result of both of our hard work. The car, Satria will sell and the result is divided in two.

Our divorce hearing will be held tomorrow. The case file has arrived at the court. The reason for the divorce was not because of infidelity, Satria wrote that she was guilty of not being able to give me an inner living.

To be honest, it makes me more guilty and hurt. I wanted, the affair that caused this breakup of the marriage bond, to make him hate me. However, his love seemed to fade one of my mistakes.

The sound of a bell rang out, Arini was seen standing in front of the fence. I stepped out to open it.

"Are you okay?" ask her with a face that looks lethargic and not glowing like before.

I nodded, he thrust a bushel at me. I frowned, looking at him confused.

"I know you haven't eaten. Take it," he said, stepping into my house.

"I'm not bothering you."

"That's okay," he answered, who was sitting on the living room couch. His gaze was straight ahead, his gaze blankly looking towards his house.

"When is your divorce trial?"

"Tomorrow," I said, arranging the food he brought while occasionally looking at him who slowly dropped a clear grain.

"Maybe we'll be in the same place. It's just, the room's different."

"You mean?" I asked who was sitting next to him. He squeezed both of his hands and took a deep breath.

"I'm getting a divorce, too, Ananta."

"You serious?"

"Yes, Ananta. I love other men."

"What?"

"Everything is unintentional. Coincidentally and it just happened."

"meaning?" I asked who still did not understand his words just now.

"Tempo day, when you're in a mess. My husband is throwing a party for his friends and colleagues. One of them was a painter who left a trail of images on my son's white paper. He's the guy who used to look for my whereabouts. Until finally, he divorced his wife and was reunited with me."

Arini took a deep breath, her gaze turning towards me. Staring in my eyeballs. I gently swept the back of his hand.

"Sir," call me to make sure she's okay. "Then what happened, Ma'am?"

"As you know, I'm an affair. I went to his residence, and the story repeated. We love each other, not just playing with fire. I used my heart, Ananta. Zaki caught me there. He forced me to come with him, even hurt me, too, Alisha."

"Alisha?"

"Yes. I was forbidden to leave that house. In fact, just being here is very difficult for me. I was imprisoned by Zaki, Ananta. I can't afford it. I secretly filed for divorce. Tomorrow is a mediation hearing. I wish he never knew."

Zaki was seen in front of my fence. Unintentionally I saw him standing up to get a drink for Arini. The sound of the bell ringing, I glanced towards the door.

"Zaki?" ask Arini who I answered with a nod.

"Alright, Ta. Please, keep this a secret, yeah."

"Yes, Mommy.

"See you tomorrow" he said, gently sweeping my shoulder.

There is a sense of sadness to see it which is also destroyed due to infidelity with men from the past. So do I, who should be able to learn to throw away the stories of the past that destroy the present.

Rice has become porridge, especially what can be done besides swallowed and enjoyed. Somehow in the future, only God knows. I will go through all the consequences. Whether it's karma, or regret.