My future husband was taken by my sister

Better to divorce

Arriving at the house Mila immediately went to her room and cried so - so. He ignored the voice of Grandma Anggi and Mama who kept calling him.

" Mila baby, let's open the door ! " call Riska while knocking on Mila's door many times

" Dear, let's open the door ! You can tell your problems with Grandma and Mama Riska," persuaded Grandma Anggi who looks worried.

The door to Mila's room finally opened. The girl's eyes look so swollen, hair ruffled, and make up messy.

Anggi's grandmother then hugged Mila lovingly. He loved his grandson so much. Whatever the girl wanted, she must have followed.

" Dear , what's the problem ? Are you having trouble with your mother-in-law ? " ask Riska while rubbing her daughter's head.

" Hik.hik...hik..today not only with my mother-in-law, but also with my husband ", said Mila who was crying louder.

" Your husband ? What did Dion do to cry like this ? " ask Grandma Anggi while raising her next to her eyebrows.

" I want to be in polygamy with my husband" replied Mila who continued to cry sobbing.

" What ? " granny Anggi said with a surprised face.

" Mama didn't think that Dion would want to do that. Do you agree in polygamy ? " ask Riska with a curious face..

" No ,Ma. I asked her for a divorce. Where might I want to be in polygamy,"

" Good, that's just Grandma's name. You better divorce her. You are beautiful, there are still many men out there who want to marry you," said Grandma Anggi praising her granddaughter.

" Just right said Grandma. Better get divorced with Dion. If Papa knows about this, he must also ask you to divorce. You better approach Raka. Isn't Raka more handsome than Dion ? He is also richer than Dion" Riska said, wiping away Mila's tears.

" Your mother was right. You better approach Raka. Jelita doesn't deserve to marry a guy like Raka. Only you deserve to be Raka's companion. Actually, Raka used to be here to propose to you, but at that time your father told him to come back here again when Jelita's wedding was over, but it turns out you were married to Dion, '" said the Grandmother

Riska and Mila were so shocked to hear Grandma Anggi's words.

" Why don't I know about it, Mom ? " ask Riska with a confused face.

" That time you and Mila were out . We also didn't know that he would come to propose. If he had told you in advance maybe I wouldn't let you go at that time" Grandma Anggi told Riska.

" Your mother was right, don't let your brother marry Raka. She doesn't deserve to marry a guy like Raka,"

" Yes, Grandma. I'll try to get close to her" Mila said with a smile.

" Let's not let Papa know the problem of your plan, Papa will not agree," said Riska

" Yes, Ma ."

" Then let's go out for dinner" Riska asked Mila

After finishing dinner, Mila immediately told Mr. Andi about her household problems.

" What ? Dion wants to get married again ? " shouted Mr. Andi with wide eyes.

" Yes, Pa," said Mila.

" Papa doesn't agree you're in polygamy. You better divorce her. Dare - how dare he hurt my daughter," said Mr. Andi with a red face. He did not accept his beloved daughter being hurt.

" Yes Pa, I also do not want to be in polygamy, so I immediately asked for divorce from her," replied Mila while looking at her Papa.

" Don't let out your tears for a guy like that. A man like him doesn't deserve to be your husband. Let Papa himself find you a better man than Dion" comforted Mr. Andi as he embraced Mila affectionately.

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While Jelita from this afternoon just sat alone on the beach . He was so lazy to go home. Especially when my grandmother is at home. If the Grandma was at home there would be problems made in order to scold Jelita. From this afternoon he was just daydreaming about his life that was never happy. Her tears did not even seem to think about everything.

" Yes, God . Now where do I apply for a job ? " murmured Jelita with a very sad face.

He got out of his seat and planned to go home. When he saw the clock on his wrist, he realized that it was getting late at night.

" How do I get home ? I also did not bring a motorbike" said Jelita with a confused face.

It had been half an hour Jelita looking for a taxi, but not a single taxi passed by. Looks like they've stopped operating because the streets are deserted.