Noctah Black Marriage
Life Bet
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Kreett .. leaves the door open.
“Meti?”
“Hai, Ma'am,” is flirtatious.
“Your husband is not here,” ketusku.
“Who said I wanted to see Hans? I want to meet you, Ma'am.”
“I have no business with you.”
“Do not judge-judes dong, Ma'am!”
Without excuse I grabbed the door handle to close it. However, Meti's hand did not lose quickly pulled it again.
“Release! Get the fuck out of my house. Or do I want to call Mr RT?”
“Santuy, Ma'am. Remember the child in the womb, can not be angry, yes!”
Meti slammed into the house. Now he is sitting in the guest chair.
“You what are you exactly?”
“Well, instead of asking from earlier. I'm here to show you something. Please!”
Meti held out a piece of paper which turned out to be a pact between him and Hans.
“This agreement is not valid! The cafe resto is mine.” I said while tearing up the letter.
“Hahaha .. Are you stupid or what, Salma? It's still the same as it used to be.”
“Come out now from my house!”
“Sabar .. I'm not done yet. It's free for you to tear that paper. It's just a copy. The original I keep safe.”
“Can-can the jerk make the cafe as a guarantee,” mumbled.
“Hahaha .. So in conclusion, if Mbak stays with Hans, and Hans divorces me, your cafe Resto falls into my hands. It's okay I got divorced, nothing to lose. If you don't want the cafe to fall into my hands, then you have to be willing to be combined. Surely willing to be shared.”
“I don't want to live with him anymore. Please just pick it up! I threw. Nor will I let the cafe fall into your hands. I'll take over my cafe,” I said in flames.
“Funny .. funny! How do you take over? Wasn't the cafe bought in Hans' name?” meti asked while laying her feet.
Spontaneously I patted my head. Why did they forget and miss? At that time, I was cravings and did not want to leave the house. Because my nausea and vomiting is not possible. So Hans who takes care of everything and for a while on a sale-buy agreement was his name used. He promised to reverse the name as soon as possible. Because our household was very cool and I believe Hans will not betray again, until it is forgotten about the business of changing the name.
“Astaghfirullah ..” My head feels shaggy.
“Mbak, breathe, Ma'am! I don't want you to do anything while I'm here. I thought I was doing it again. Come on, Ma'am sit down first,” advice Meti.
I also sat because my stomach hurt and my chest felt tight.
“Then I have to how, Meti?”
“Well, this is a smart question. I like! The whole point of me coming here is actually to help Ma'am. I can help you get divorced with Hans.”
“Are you not deceiving me?”
“Yes no, Ma'am. Wouldn't it, if Mbak divorced my husband, I'd benefit greatly?”
This woman really does not know herself, now she blatantly says ‘suamiku’. But, if the offer is right, maybe the situation will be a little better.
“Terus?”
“I know, Mbak will not want to live together with a man who has double betrayed Mbak. She wants a divorce from my husband. All right, I'll help you.” Meti unzipped her bag and took out some photos. “Nih!” continued.
It turned out that the photos were taken of her sir's wedding and she also gave me a video that could incriminate Hans. A friendly video of them before Siri's wedding takes place. In the video, Hans' words are clearly heard. That he wanted Meti so badly and could have arranged everything so I wouldn't know.
“Why can you make a video like this?”
“I am a smart Meti. Things like this I've been predicting for a long time. So of course I have to prepare for anticipation.”
“Ok, I accept your help. Now you can go,” drive me soft.
“Hey, I'm helping you. Still ngusir. Yeah, I'm, I'm going too. But, remember, Hans, don't let me know that I helped you.”
Meti passed with his four wheels. If you can be sneaky, then I can too. I know why you don't want Hans to know, obviously because you're going to have a tantrum. Of course later this evidence will be conveyed according to the fact, that you are happy to give it. Heh!
I've been checking the cctv footage that shows Meti visiting. I took the tape as a support if he actually came to my house offering help. It's okay, the treasure has clearly fallen into their hands, but at least I can break the bond of a selfish man like Hans.
***
The next trial was held again. This time I was excited by the new evidence. Hans, who initially continued to show off a smile, suddenly bought his eyes as new evidence that he really did not expect was revealed.
Hans's face was red. Free now he wants to deny anything. The judge presumed he had deceived the court because during the trial he constantly denied the affair.
Finally the decision was struck by a hammer. My divorce was granted by the court.
I heard some swear words and swearing coming out of his mouth for Meti.
***
With wrath Hans packed his things from my house.
“Remember Salma, soon you will give birth. I'll see, a cocky woman like you what can be without me?”
“Don't have much to say, Mom! Just go there.”
“You think I don't know if you don't have any money. Your savings are up ‘kan for lawyer fees? Don't expect me to support you again, even a dime.”
“What's wrong, Mas. As long as I'm free from an accursed man like you. You may enter into an agreement with the ***** and guarantee my cafe. I'm sick of you, Hans!” my peek.
“If you want to be patient, you will not live hard after this. What's the problem, if men marry again? Really great ribet to be a girl.”
“Go you! Go!” my yelling.
Looking at me who was about to throw myself to the floor holding my stomach, Hans panicked.
“Sal, are you going to give birth? Come on, we're going to the hospital,” take him.
It turns out that he still cares about me, more precisely maybe he cares about his son. Without consent, he carried me to a car parked in the carport. I also did not fight. A strong heartburn beats everything.
Once at the hospital, sure enough, said the doctor I want to give birth. Hans continued to accompany, not far in the least. Even though I continued to ignore his existence.
“Which is strong, you can definitely. The spirit! Come on, this is all for the sake of our son,” he exclaimed unceasingly.
A few hours later.
The normal process begins. The doctor's assistant checked that my opening was complete. Sweat sweat already flooded this body.
“Continue, Mom! Breathe in! Push it! Yeah, yeah a little more, Mom. Come, ayok, keep ...” The doctor gave the command.
As I glanced at it, Hans's face looked so tense. There were tears on her cheeks. His hands continued to stroke the tops of my head and occasionally dabbed the spilled sweat.
“Argh ...” As much as I'm trying to get the baby out so as not to pull back inside.
“Come, great! Ready, ready, one, two ...,” exclaim gynecologist.
Oa, oa, oa, I finally heard my baby cry. Instantly the chest feels plong. Screaming Hans who grimaced, even though his lips were smiling widely. Strange basis of expression, actually he's happy not to, the hell for the birth of our child?
“Alhamdulillah, normal. Baby girl,” bright one doctor's friend.
He also showed our little baby and put it on my chest to do IMD (initiation of early breastfeeding). This is done immediately after birth. The baby is left to search for **** his own mother. IMD will be very helpful in the continuity of exclusive breast milk and long breastfeeding.
However, when I raised my hand slightly to hold the baby, my eyes suddenly caught the amount of hair on my right hand.
“This is whose hair is falling out?”
“That's my hair, Yang,” replied Hans lemes.
It turned out to be true when I looked, next to his head a little bit pitak.
“That's okay, sir, sacrifice too. It feels like giving birth is much more painful than hair grabbed,” said the doctor with a smile.
While his assistant could only cupped his mouth holding back a laugh. I really just realized all this. His ass grimaced. The last time I remember, my hand just grabbed her shoulder. Uh, know-how hands go up to the head.
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