Mr. Slovenly And Mrs. Perfectionist.

Chapters. 60. Divorce Letter.

A week after Harfei asked for a divorce, Hazal still maintained that he would never divorce Harfei until death alone would separate them. Moreover, there is a small innocent creature that is taking shelter in the womb of the mixed-blooded woman. A small creature that even up to this second could not be accepted by Harfei. During the week, Harfei did not appear at home. Not even to change clothes ever again. I don't know where the man is, Hazal doesn't care anymore. At this time the priority of the woman is to maintain the condition of her kandunga in order to remain fine. Hazal will never divorce the husband she married for nearly a year.

"Sign this divorce papers".

DEG...

No wind no rain, suddenly Harfei came home and brought a letter that Hazal had never imagined for life. If all this time the shape and contents of the divorce papers were seen only in the soap opera flying, this time real in front of Hazal's eyes.

Hazal stared at the divorce papers located on the family room table. The woman's eyes began to glaze over, her heart crumbling to the heart.

"I don't want a divorce". Short, solid, and clear.

"Then what are you going to defend with this stupid marriage?". Harfei's words for the umpteenth time incised a very deep wound that penetrated the entire pores of the woman. Like a late stage disease.

Can this marriage not be saved anymore?. Think Hazal.

"Judge me, the marriage that we are living today is a folly. But Harfei must remember one thing,". Hazal walked over to Harfei. Then said,

"I'm not the kind of woman who easily plays with the meaning of marriage". Hazal sat back down on the sofa chair, then continued her sentence,

"So don't expect me to divorce you. Please mas Harfei live with the assumption that I am a stupid woman, for me it does not matter. I keep my principles".

Telak's dead.

Hazal's words are indisputable. Until Harfei prefers to go somewhere without carrying the divorce papers he gave earlier.

Hazal looked back at the divorce papers, and cried as she pleased. Honestly, the woman was not strong when saying word for word to her husband earlier, it was just that the woman was trying to calm down so that she did not falter.

"At any time I won't divorce you. Hix... Hicks...".

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At a hotel where Harfei has been staying for the past week. The man looked chaotic, his hair was disheveled, even the shape of the room was like a broken ship. The man was frustrated because of the problems he was facing at this time.

"aaak--. Why does all this have to happen?. What am I supposed to do now?. Aaaak-".

Harfei shouted like an doormat. On the one hand he loved his wife very much, but on the other hand he could not have divorced Hazal.

"The hazal.... Hu... Hu...Hu...".

Harfei's cry broke when remembering the moment of their togetherness when they were together first. That past moment seemed to be playing around in his eye peluk.

"Hazal, what should I do. Aaakkkk-".

The sound of cries, screams, and sobs of the tall man broke out to fill the shapeless room. His heart was broken, his soul was torn apart, his body trembled from enduring the immense turmoil within, namely the turmoil of longing, love, anger, hate, disappointment, and hurt. Complete already Harfei feeling.

If all this time the man looked strong and sturdy, then this time Harfei showed his weakest side. Yes, Harfei is weak in love. The man harbored a very deep feeling, which only he knew.

"Why does it feel like God is hurting?. What am I supposed to do?. Don't you have mercy on me Lord".

Harfei prostrated himself as if communicating with the creator. The man said in a soft voice, his hand smacking the chest of his field as if to show God, that there was a huge wound in that place. The only wound he had knew how big it was.

Before long Harfei's phone sounded indicating an incoming call. Harfei wiped his tears, then shifted the green button on his phone.

"Hello".

"...".

Harfei's face turned tense when he heard someone's words from behind his phone.

"alright. I'll be there soon".

And the call ended. Harfei tidied up his messy hair like an unkempt man. And change his clothes by using a white shirt to print the chest of the man's field.

Harfei grabbed the car keys on the nightstand, then left the shapeless room without tidying up first.

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BRACKET...

The sound of the door opening violently shocked Hazal until he closed the book he read and walked towards the source of the sound.

"Mas Harfei?".

"Have you signed the divorce papers?".

Hazal turned her body around to turn her back to Harfei.

"No. I told you I'd never get a divorce".

Harfei twisted Hazal's body and faced her face until the distance between the two was very close. The breathing of the two men seemed to be mutual. For a moment the eyes of the two locked. Hazal looked at Harfei with a look of longing and love, while Harfei looked at Hazal with an unreadable look. And all of a sudden,

CUPS...

Harfei kissed Hazal's forehead gently. This made the long-haired woman very surprised. Their eyebrows were fused, until the roar of their breath returned to each other. Harfei closed his eyes and said,

"Please divorce me, um".

Harfei's voice began to soften, for some reason Hazal's heart rippled again as if the man's words were an expression of love.

"Bag".

Hazal's voice was stuck in his throat, he could no longer speak.

"You can keep the fetus, even I'll give it a name. But please, let's get divorced".

Harfei's voice was still in a softened voice, he suppressed the turmoil of anger that would overflow.

"alright. I'll divorce you".

Harfei closed his eyes when he heard that frankly very painful sentence.

"But before that, you'll see me die before your eyes".

"Hazal!".

Finally Harfei's voice began to harden, the anger he held out until it filled the room.

PLAQUE...

once again Harfei was hit by a slap from his mother who had just returned home from a neighbor's house.

"If you came here just to hurt my mother's daughter, then don't ever show yourself in this house again".

The look in the eyes of the mother showed a very deep disappointment in the only son of her puppet.

"Mother".

"Don't call me mom. You're not a mother's son anymore. Now Hazal is her only mother's daughter. Do you understand?. Now get out of here!".

Mother pointed at the door. And Harfei left the middle-aged woman. While Hazal felt touched by the woman who was his mother-in-law, because until now she was the only person who supported herself in this complicated matter.

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