Not the Hope Husband

Divorce

A glass in Bu Asri's hand broke into small pieces. Along with the destruction of the feeling of knowing the husband is cheating, the crumbling of the body part of Bu Asri that looks left a very deep wound.

Her husband is not aware of the mistake, but rather shows his sharp fangs as if he wants to prey on his victims.

"So you drained my account?" snapped by Rusadi.

Ms. Asri flinched. He looked up and looked at me with anger. "Yes, why? anyway, it doesn't end. 5.5 Million is enough to eat a month. You were supposed to realize, Mas, she's not a wife, no child. But you defend it until you smuggle all company money! and this is just the beginning, Mom. Not yet in front of him. Realize ... you should be a role model for your grandchildren, Mas." Bu Asri revealed his heart.

"Hallah .. All I need is a lecture from you old lady, you know! I'm tired of you being flabby. Your service is unsatisfactory."

Degh's!

Both beads of Asri's eyes are dewy, staring glazedly. "You've gone too far, Mas. You forgot all my services, you forgot who's been with you all this time? now you are insulting me just because a woman who is clearly not a good woman.''

Rusadi is burning with anger. "Ooh, ask for back. That's why you drain my savings and you, I'm divorced right now," said Mr. Rusadi lightly said the word divorce.

"Mass?" bu Asri Bentak. "You are aware of that saying? indirectly you've my talaq, Mas."

"Yes, I told you. If I'm bored, you're no longer excited in bed. I'm asking to give my money back now." Pinta Pak Rusadi while on his waist and staring so sharply. His jaw was hardened, his eyes were red.

"Ooh .. I don't care, Mas. You are divorced and I have nothing to lose. But that money I will never give back! it's really good that your affair. Okay. Then you're not my husband anymore, are you? please leave this house and bring all your stuff!" said Ms. Asri, in the end drove Rusadi who was not her husband at this time anymore.

Mr. Rusadi looked at Ms. Asri who was throwing her face away from him, it seemed like he was disgusted to see her. "It's so fucking rude of you. That's my money!"

"I don't care, the money I pulled won't be able to come out again" Asri ma'am said.

"Hem, okay. I will leave this time also carrying all my belongings. Don't ever regret my departure."

"Huh? i regret? no. .. I will not regret your divorce. It doesn't matter if you go, so bum though. I don't care ... now go ... from before me!" Ms. Asri turned around and stood up.

Mr. Rusadi swung his hand with the intention of slapping Bu Asri who was even challenging.

"Come, slap let you be satisfied! already got a new one, right?" Ms. Asri thrust her face forward.

"Stop!" the voice of Oma Yani from within. Apparently from earlier behind the curtains listening to the conversation of the child and his ex. Asri and Rusadi were so fierce, wanted to come out but he deliberately held it in order to know everything.

Both looking. Ms. Asri gasped to hear and saw the mother coming out of the thick glass door.

"Mother?" mumbling Bu Asri while turning towards the mother.

Rusadi pulled his hand, ready to hit his ex-wife. Yes, ex-wife because she has spoken talak.

"Great, great you Rusadi .. I did not think that you would hurt my daughter and now you want to hurt her body. Awesome you Rusadi. Though you do not have to cheat everything, if you are tired of not saying just do not hurt feelings. You are already old. I'm talking about it well, anyway" said Oma Yani at length.

"It's my business and Asri, ma'am don't interfere!" Rusadi.

"Lho, who's meddling? I do not interfere anyway, if I interfere it is natural, anyway my mother. Did you forget? if Asri had still had a mother anyway? my mother. Asri, call our lawyer. Take care of your divorce. And for this man did not get anything including pennies, which he brought only .. the car he often used. Give it to him! pity if you get nothing." Oma Yani turned her eyes to Ms. Asri, she had not been able to see her selfless ex.

Rusadi is no longer struggling, only in the heart that continues to rumble argument. Grumbling and also cursing. Until now, he still did not realize that everything happened because of his own actions. Rusadi rushed to his room to clean up all his belongings.

Asri was sitting limp on the chair, her tears falling that were gradually wetting her face.

Oma Yani approached and sat down to embrace Bu Asri's shoulder. "Mom knows nothing! you should have told me, not in your own dam."

Ms. Asri hugged the mother hiding her spilled face, wet with tears. His cry sounded bitter, making the faintest who heard it. Oma Yani hugged and looked up at the ceiling so that her tears would not fall anyway.

****

"Why are you moody, baby?" fatir asked at a glance rubbing the head of the wife who looked moody and not passionate.

"Sir, it's normal." Viona replies and looks out the window again. Not just the lack of spirit. But it was also due to his parents' problems.

"What ... is there a problem? try the story, I can solve it!" continue Fatir.

Viona's head turned. "Crack what?"

"Many, plates. Glasses, mirrors! but ... don't ah later get injured skin, Horrified ah." Smile thinly by staying focused forward-looking.

Viona. "That's it. Not solve the problem .. but make the problem its name."

"Yes, just found out. If it breaks it breaks down it's a problem. Means broken virgin is also a problem dong? but who has not thumped me huh? which there is even a delicacy. Ha ha ha ...."

"What a heck ... shameful!" viona said as she pinched Fatir's waist as hard as she could.

"Ouch-ooh. Oh, baby, sick. I'm driving again." Fatir screeched while shaking his body but his hands and eyes remained the focus of the steering wheel and the streets.

Viona kept her fingers away from Fatir's body. "It's good to talk about it."

Fatir laughed sounding so crisp. "Ha ha ...."

"Laughter again, not funny ..." Viona pursed her lips.

"Just think to yourself, I'm a shard. The plates are causing trouble? but why did that break even get hooked?" a glance from the rearview mirror.

"Don't know ah," Viona gave her smile. Back looking out. "Reviews huh? I don't love you anymore!"

"What love, baby?" fatir asked with a flirtatious smile.

"Well, what can I do" said Viona.

Not long on the road, Viona's car finally arrived at the usual place. Then they walked into the alley to the house of Fatir and on the road met with Adam and Sidar.

"Ow ... Where's the pretty boy? forget it's the same, Adam." Sapa Sidar then glanced towards Adam.

"Yes. Be happy .. forget Dar. I got love." Adam showed his smile.

"What the hell are you guys, anyway? you guys who don't want to play where you live, how?" Viona also commented a smile.

"We, the hell are afraid of being disturbed! understand it. Who knows if you are disturbed" Adam and Sidar replied, nodding to Adam's words.

Suddenly Viona felt dizzy. His stomach was rising upwards. "Oo .. oo .. oo"

Viona's body bent over the sewer ....

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Soon BSH will be over, please pray from my readers all. Hopefully my work in the future is more in demand by many people, and you all always give advice and tell if my writing has a tipo less or more. Because because you are also I am known as a writer in the learning stage.🙏