My Talaq!

Salma's Request

"Hmmm Diana," Fikri was confused as to what to say. She may have left Diana and baby Arka alone. But if he does not come, fear also if his actions in the past are known by his wife. Fikri wasn't ready for that to happen. She was not ready to lose Diana again. Where might he release the woman he fought for now has managed to become his wife.

Where else bli Fikri has registered their marriage endorsement to the state court in order to get a marriage card and official letters husband and wife.

"Yes," Diana replied looking at the sweet face of the owner of the dimple. He frowned when he saw the look on Fikri's face was different. "Why you?"

"Huh, no." Fikri tried to neutralize his nervousness and fear.

"Then?"

"May I go outside for a minute? Hmmm there's impromptu work outside. Said they wanted to justify the washing machine." Fikri was looking for a compelling reason not to be suspicious at all. He who incidentally the electronic repairman got the idea to make Diana believe.

"But it's night. Can't it be tomorrow?" Diana also saw a clock coiled around her delicate wrist. Although it's only half nine o'clock in the evening but it's quite night for customers to want to justify their electronics.

Fikri gelagapan should say what else. "Say want this time too so that later in the morning can be used. It's okay, right? Pity him, because they have many children, so pity if you wash the manual." Fikri tries to convince Diana to believe his words. She was worried that Diana would refuse and not allow it.

"Hmmm yes, I have. Bli can leave if it's an emergency. Pity them," a sincere smile unsuspectingly clearly adorned the pretty face beside her.

Fikri stared inside Diana's face feeling guilty had already started lying. "I'm sorry, Diana. I want to make sure if they don't make it to the lackeys in our marriage. I'll make sure of that" Inner Fikri.

"Thank you for understanding, yeah." Fikri stood up rubbing Diana's cheek. Then without warning he took Diana into his arms while pecking at the top of his head. "I love you, don't leave me when something starts to waver." Her heart only wants Diana, but her past is always haunting.

He was confused by Fikri's sweet attitude and looked very afraid of losing. He also nodded.

Then Fikri let go of his embrace and immediately left occasionally staring into Diana's eyes. Until she is lost behind the door of the flower garden leaving Diana astonished.

"May all be well, all right." Accepting is the best decision for him. This was her choice and Diana could not possibly betray what she had already chosen.

*******

Fikri drove his motorbike at high speed to get to the house of someone he believed was the sender of the message. His heart was broken, his soul was shaken knowing the photos of their togetherness in the past were still there. This made him even more afraid.

"Salma, I won't let you ruin my household."

Fikri arrived at the rented place where Salma lived. If asked where he knew the address, he replied from the message that Salma sent complete with the address.

In the contract, Salma smiled happily to make Fikri come to his place. It will never be in vain to attract the attention of Fikri.

The widowed woman had dressed up neatly wearing sexy clothes to attract the attention of Fikri. Things he often did when he was still his lover Fikri. Although only make out but it is a detrimental memory in the moment then come to pestilence the future.

Tok...

Fikri kept knocking on the door so Salma would open it. He wanted to warn Salma.

Soon the door opened wide to see Salma smiling in a sexy nightgown. And as fast as lightning he pulled the sweet-skinned man who owned the dimple inside and directly attacked him.

For a moment the man enjoyed it. However, he realizes their actions and releases Salma and pushes her back.

"You're crazy, huh? Basic cheesy. How dare you threaten you with those photos." - jolted Fikri growled angrily pointing at Salma's face.

However, Salma only smiled while sitting erotically revealing her flat yellow thighs but there were some black spots like scabs.

"Come, bli. Didn't we do that a lot after you lived to die your wife? We make out a lot, baby. Time don't miss that erotic touch?"

"That was, and I'm asking you to erase every single one of his photos or you know the consequences." a threat Fikri gave to bluff Salma into not messing around with him.

Salma stood in a ditch as the model moved her hips while biting her lower lip to attract the attention of Fikri. "Ah Fikri's. Come on, baby, you don't want to try. Just once with me. I know you must miss that, right? I promise I won't bother you again if you will serve me just this once." Salma made an offer for Fikri. Offers that will keep the man trapped himself.

This is the trick, this is the plan to get a man who has now succeeded in setting up electronic services so crowded and already has branches everywhere.

"Cuihhh, no favor. Once again you disturb my family then I'll kill you!" threat of Fikri is serious. He approached Salma and whispered. "You forgot that I'm an ex-assassin" he whispered, giving Salma goosebumps.

However, the woman did not waste the opportunity. He pulled the nape of Fikri and with all his might dribbled the man's body.

"Salma...!" fikri shouted in great anger. But Salma did not fight. The woman looked sad.

"Bli, I love you. This time I want to be with you just for tonight. I promise I won't bother you anymore. I'm having lung pain, bli. I'm not long anymore." Salma cried sadly making Fikri wide.

"Lungs?! You lied, you didn't fool me." Although surprised and pity but Fikri did not believe until Salma showed an examination that said he had lung pain.

"This is proof. Just accompany me tonight." Salma to her knees begging to make Fikri stunned. "Salma...!"

"I beg? hiks, I promise I won't bother you after this." Salma lowered her head to hide a grinning smile.

Fikri was worried, he was confused but...

"All right, just tonight. I want after tonight you stay away from my little family." Salma looked up at Fikri smiling happily. "Just promise."

*******

It was different with Diana who was agitated at the thought of Fikri. It was 12pm that the man did not come home to worry him.

Diana went to the kitchen to get a drink but accidentally nudged the other glass.

Prorough...

"Astaghfirullah's..."