Marriage Contract Letter

Talaq 3

Mulyadi looked at Darmi who was also staring at him. In the heart of each other raging arguments.

"I'm disappointed in you, why you had to lie to me. Hide, your marriage, what's wrong with telling me?"

"Dad is afraid you don't agree, son," said Mulyadi, looking down.

"That's just an excuse, Dad. I must know, if this Darmi mbok has another purpose. He wants to spend Father's treasure maybe even my property he took as well, can he?" Jodi looked at both. Jodi sat in front of the two of them.

"You don't just accuse Jodi. Not good, son." Mr. Mulyadi stared fixedly at the son.

"No, well, I'm sure and I have significant evidence of Darmi's identity" Jodi said.

Mbok Darmi stood up with a reddened face harboring anger. "You think I'm a criminal, a robber? so you said you had proof of everything! you should be grateful to me, who has spent years caring for your helpless paralysed father. Did you forget? every day who takes care of your father who can not do anything to the toilet just need to be cleaned. While you're in the big city feeling good without taking care of my crippled father."

Jodi looked up at Darmi who was standing and pointed towards her nose. "Yes I'm happy to stay here without knowing to take care of my father, yes ...'' Jodi nodded her head. His speech is so calm.

"But mbok Darmi should know. If every month the salary mbok Darmi received from whom? make a meal every day who is responsible? I Mbok, I deliberately meet all the needs of my father, my sister. I fulfilled it, so that his property did not decrease and only he used it when the shipment from me was less. But I'm sure I can still meet all his needs." Obviously Jodi and her gaze is so sharp on women who always wear kebaya and stocky, if from the face it still looks beautiful.

"But it shouldn't also accuse me of wanting to master har-"

"That's a fact. There's a lot of land, there's a house, which you bought with my father's money and it's on your behalf. And now .. you're persuading my father to buy a dam that costs under a hundred million. Not yet this is it, do you still want to snack too. But I am not worried, because all the rest of my father's property has changed hands and my own father can not use it carelessly. Without my permission." Jodi smiled with satisfaction.

Mr. Mulyadi who observed the debate between his wife and son, finally surprised at the explanation of the son. Especially mbok Darmi. He thought that the rest of Mulyadi's treasure was in Jodi's hands automatically there was nothing more he could expect from the male figure who became her husband.

Darmi thought hard about the path he would take now. Mulyadi's treasure was no longer able to be withdrawn.

"OK, I will not demand a treasure that has already switched names back. Ndak. But I ask that if you love my father prove your sincerity, but if it is a treasure you are looking for please leave! and I am very grateful for the attention and work of mbok who has been caring for and caring for him. Let me take care of him myself." Jodi.

"Jodi, can't do that, son, she's Dad's wife. However she is the wife of Father," said Mulyadi looking at his son who returned the father's gaze full of disappointment.

Mbok Darmi smiled. It felt like a fresh breeze was hitting it. Behind his disappointed face mbok Darmi said and sat down at the original place. "I'm asking for Mas's divorce?"

Darmi's words were like the sound of thunder booming in the middle of a hot day without rain or wind. "W-what do you mean?" his voice vibrates.

"I mean divorce me right now. Your son doesn't agree we're husband and wife and I'm tired of taking care of me. Mas." Darmi quibbled even though he felt free continued also if there was nothing that could be pulled anymore.

"I'm sure. As time goes on, everything will go up fine. Jodi would agree." Mulyadi held Darmi's hand, it was hard to divorce Darmi. He has been taking care of her all this time.

"No, Mas. I've been feeling quite tired, and in fact my services mean nothing in your eyes."

Jodi smiles. Stinging speech from mbok Darmi, if only he was sincere. Why ask for a divorce? after all, father and Darmi will not lack much less living here. This was in the bluff just immediately asked for a divorce, it was already proof that what he was looking for was a treasure!

"Dad. If Mbok Darmi really loves Dad, there is no way he immediately asked for divorce. Because he knows even if you don't have any more possessions, you won't live in trouble either. But because of her goal of having, so she immediately asked for a divorce. Do you still deserve to keep a woman like this?" reply Jodi with ease.

Netra Pak Mulyadi's eyes moved to look at Darmi and Jodi alternately while thinking which one was best for him.

Darmi is getting angry at Jodi who increasingly corner himself in the eyes of Mr. Mulyadi, in a grumbling heart. "Based on ungrateful people." But he was sure that Mr. Mulyadi would not divorce him. Because the service he has often given to Mr. Mulyadi will not be replaced. Which woman would serve that old and crippled man besides her.

Both eyes of Mr. Mulyadi lead to mbok Darmi who seemed to wait for an answer from him. "alright. If that's what you want. I divorced you with 3 talaqs at once."

It is surprising for Darmi who previously believed that Mr. Mulyadi would not divorce him. It turned out to be the opposite of his expedition. His head shakes in disbelief. Not believing that this Second also she had become the widow of Mulyadi.

"Not wrong, Mommy? y-you divorced me with a triple talaq! you forgot, Mom. We've been together a long time." Darmi so clear. her tears dripped as well.

Mulyadi bit her lips regretted with her words just now, talak 3 that had been said he could not pull back. Jodi smiled with satisfaction. He knew that the cry mbok Darmi was just a charade and the talak of the father could not be referenced back, talak 1 or 2 spoken, he said, still can refer back but this at once 3 so fix break up already.

"Sorry, my talaq is up. We can't be together anymore." Mr. Mulyadi rubbed his wet cheeks.

"You have the Mas, the same I who have taken care of you is born and inner. You evil make me a widow." hik hik.

"But .. didn't you ask?" Mulyadi looked towards Darmi.

"You should remember our story." His voice shook and the pretentious crying sniffled. Until every now and then, her tears sounded bitter.

Mr. Mulyadi regretted his words even more. But Jodi sat closer. Embracing shoulders.

"Dad's decision is correct. I'm sure you'll find true love who sincerely loves you." Persuade Jodi.

Darmi heard that getting upset. He stood up and slightly stomped his feet and went to his room to pack all his clothes.

Jodi smiled looking at the woman's back. Then Jodi escorted the father back to the room. "Dad rest again, it's night."

Mr. Mulyadi walked dumbstruck with what happened tonight. Something unexpected before, this was really like in a dream that happened so short.

Jodi's lips continued to smile with satisfaction. He was very satisfied to have skinned mbok Darmi in front of his father. With an incident like this, he did not have to go back to Semarang to take care of everything. Which already belongs to mbok Darmi let. Let's just say, maybe it's already rejekinya mbok Darmi ....

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