One Night's Mistakes (Love's Wrong)

DB 1 - I'm Going to Divorce

Friends, starting from here I will up my second novel whose title is Forced to Divorce. It's a new novel. Forced Divorce is not a sequel, but it still has something to do with the novel Kemelut Cinta. It could be spinoff. May not be confused ⁇ ️️️

Silence greeted Vivian as she entered the house. The woman replaced her stiletto with sandals and stepped silently up the abstract-patterned granite floor towards her bedroom. He wants to rest immediately. His feet ached after two hours of treading on his Honda Brio pedal on the crowded streets of the metropolitan city.

Surabaya increasingly crowded, crowded and jammed. The journey from home to the office and vice versa is never less than an hour. Vivian's eyes glanced at the clock on the wall that showed it at nine o'clock at night, less than a few minutes away. Slowly he opened the door.

The scene behind the door immediately whipped up his emotions. Shirts, trousers complete with a belt that is still twisted, also a wet towel lying just like that on the floor. He stared hard at the owner of the goods.

"Yes, you can't change. What's so hard about getting dirty clothes into a basket? This belt also why not remove?! I'm tired of coming home from work having to clean up again!" Vivian's long grunt became her first greeting to the husband she did not meet from morning until night.

Vivian's husband thinned his lips at the woman's scolding. His pair of eyes looked at the wife who took her dirty clothes while grumbling. The clothes were thrown into a basket near the bathroom door. The person who threw it now sat facing the large mirror of the dressing table.

"My body is tired. It's a bad accident today!" complains Vivian in between her activities cleaning makeup with cotton and milk cleanser.

After a few seconds passed without a response, Vivian turned to protest at her husband. "Then are you cuddled?"

The handsome man raised his shoulders. "What did you say? You don't want to use a driver."

Vivian inwardly confirmed her husband's words. The driver's problems did make them fight badly. The husband wants Vivian to be escorted by a driver like the wife of an established and successful man. Instead, Vivian wants to be independent and self-driving.

The woman was silent and preferred to take a shower. Not long. He came out of the bathroom in lacy pajamas, looking cute like a teenage girl. Relaxing after a bath makes him sleepy and want to sleep. Vivian got into bed and lay down next to her husband, who was holding a laptop.

Having just closed, he reopened his eyes when he felt his body being put on a heavy load. Her gaze met with a pair of sharp eyes belonging to Revan Halim, the husband who had just declared his wish by trapping Vivian's body under his sturdy body.

"I'm tired, Rev." Vivian refused with a cliche sentence.

"When have you ever not been tired?"

"You don't mean it." Vivian's hand slightly pushed Revan's chest out of her body.

Revan immediately rose. His mouth was tightly clenched with a hardened jaw. The man left the bed and walked towards the door.

"Where are you going?" asked Vivian to stand up.

"Fetus!"

"Are you crazy?!" bentak Vivian.

Revan turned. His full gaze hit Vivian. "As a wife who does not want to serve her husband, you have no right to protest if I am a snack!"

"I said I was tired again. You won't die just because you don't have sex!"

Vivian does not feel guilty about rejecting Revan's wishes. Marriage is not just about pleasure under the stomach. That sacred bond requires compromise to bring two different things together. An understanding husband should not force a tired wife, right?

Vivian's alertness instantly appeared when she saw Revan with a scary face walking towards her. He thought the man would give a slap to his presumptuous mouth. His eyes closed, before then feeling both his shoulders being pushed and his body being dropped onto the bed. In that instant he also felt the husband's chewy lips cupped his lips, and the moving hand shrewdly touched the sensitive part of his body.

"Stop it, Rev!" vivian shouted furiously while lashing out at Revan's back. He hates being coerced, and not usually Revan pushers.

"I can't!"

Looks like it's a responsibility for Revan. He did not heed the wife's refusal. Her wet lips retraced Vivian's smooth skin, where she knew she was weak.

The word action does not always go along with the mind. Vivian really proved it that night. When his mouth threw a rejection, his body reacted to Revan's touch. Vivian's breath faltered withstanding the desire that was forcefully aroused. The defensive fort was broken. He fell over and replied to Revan's pagutan.

***

Sex should foster affection in an arid household, similar to rainwater that watered the barren land of the desert. The unification of the body also unites their hearts. In reality, that was not the case for Revan and Vivian.

"I want a divorce" said Revan suddenly the next morning.

Vivian who was busy removing the concealer on her neck immediately turned her head. "Not funny, Rev!"

When dating first Revan also often say the word break up when they fight. The man also shamelessly invites to make up, and in the name of love, Vivian always accepts Revan's invitation to return.

However, in their marriage, this was the first time the word divorce was spoken. Vivian grunting. Asking for a divorce after last night raises him like a starving tiger? Her husband must be joking, right?

"Rather than a vague joke, see my neck still looks red, right? Because you're semalem—"

"I'm serious," cut Revan quickly and firmly.

Revan's tone managed to attract Vivian's full attention. She walked closer and looked at her husband's face. It used to be Revan's oriental face, with a piercing cold gaze from his pair of narrow eyes always managed to make Vivian's heart pound unkillfully. But now it felt like he wanted to scratch that face with his sharp nails well groomed.

"Are you out of your mind? No wind no rain suddenly asking for a divorce?" sue Vivian for an explanation.

"It's boring."

Vivian's chest was pierced by thousands of needles. Which woman is not hurt to hear her husband asking for divorce on the grounds of boredom, at the time of marriage is only running two years.

"You're bored with me why you fucked me last night, damn it!" vivian's curse clenched his fingers.

Revan smiled obliquely. "That's a memento before we got divorced."

Vivian thinned her lips furiously. Her husband's face was more inviting to be slapped. He wondered if Revan was working on it.

Unfortunately, there was nothing special about that day. Her birthday? Obviously not. It's a wedding anniversary? Just last month. Created date? I don't know when, Vivian forgot.

Vivian's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "There's another woman?"

That's the only reason that makes sense, right?

"No."

"So why?!" sue Vivian again.

"I answered earlier."

THE PLAQUE!

A slap actually floated into Revan's handsome face.

"Bored you say? Really fucking yeah! You think I'm a toy that can be thrown away after you're bored? What kind of man are you, huh?! Think of marriage as a joke!"

Suddenly, Revan's hand quickly clutched onto Vivian's arm, pulling her forward and thrusting her body into the man's sturdy body. Vivian could feel Revan's warm gasps from every sentence the man sizzled in her ear.

"Before you ask me what kind of man, ask yourself what kind of wife you are!" The sturdy back clad in an expensive shirt disappeared from Vivian's view, followed by the sound of a door crash.