Replacement Ribs

25. Let's Divorce

Tristan didn't think that the woman he married was such an amazing woman. She thought Kirana was a simple woman like her appearance. But behind it all, Kirana is a great woman who has a lot of abilities. Broken her guess if Kirana wants to marry him not just because of Mentari alone. As it turns out, Kirana is not only able to support herself. Hundreds of employees even depend on the business.

Kirana's best appearance was wearing only her fur pants and a long blouse. It is equipped with a veil that always covers its head. These are not all expensive brands either. But the product itself. There is hardly any fancy stuff that imitates if he is a businessman. Although the business seems not to look real, but it is in the online market.

Kirana was too humble, she was not even willing to share the information as Tristan tried to pry how much the turnover of her efforts was. Thank God, being able to help people even if it is not much, is always Kirana's answer. And Tristan is not pressing to know. Because for him, whatever Kirana's income, he remains a husband who must provide for his wife.

It's just that fear sneaks in sometimes. Afraid that Kirana no longer needs him. Afraid that Kirana is still grudging over her treatment even though she is able to see the sincerity of her unchanging wife. She was afraid that Kirana would not go back to her house anymore.

The man's arm suddenly wrapped around Kirana who was wearing cream. Looking at the reflection of the shadows of the two of them on the glass.

"Mas why?"

"none. Just wanted to hug you." Tristan is holding Kirana closer.

Kirana also let the strange attitude of Tristan that lately often done by her husband.

"Go home, okay?" pinta Tristan is right in Kirana's ear.

Almost a week in the village he was contacted several times by Silvia for leaving work too long. He just left with a job that piled up. The estimate would only take a day and two days to pick up Kirana. But it turns out he was at home and at this time was actually still reluctant to go home.

At her husband's request, Kirana did not give an answer. He has already made several projects with Syifa related to his business. It never occurred that Tristan would not look for him. Especially asking her to return to her husband's house.

"Mas!"

"Yes?"

"I asked for one thing. Do you want to grant it?"

"As long as your request makes sense, I will fulfill it."

Kirana sighed softly. She looked at the face of her husband who was also looking at her. The cold face that used to be almost every time shown by Tristan is now no longer visible. Worries can slip. But Kirana convinced herself that her request was the most appropriate thing.

"Drop the talaq for me!"

Tristan was hit like a hammer hearing Kirana's request that was beyond reason. That fear now completely overshadowed him.

"You realize what you're talking about, Kirana!" The cold face was back. Red is holding back anger. Then slowly change. All reflected clear from the mirror glass.

Kirana closed in, breathing deeply. Trying to drive away the claustrophobic whack. The decision he made was hard. Kirana has to take it. He does not want to get caught up in the uncertainty that is not beujung.

Tristan is hard to guess. Act as if you have received Kirana well. Treating Kirana like a wife. Kirana thought it was an advancement in their marriage.

But it doesn't seem entirely true. He doesn't know what Tristan does every night. When her husband probably thought that he had slept. It was not once twice that Kirana found Tristan delirious in calling the name Elita. If awake, Tristan will spend the rest of the night staring at the photo of Elita stored in the gallery of his cell phone. It could take hours for the man to scroll through his phone screen. All that is stored is the memory of Elita.

Even when their sacred rituals are not uncommon the name of Elita is called. Kirana never seemed to have a problem with that. Abandoned even though his heart is slashed.

Then where was Kirana put in her husband's life? There may be no place left for him. Everything is still fulfilled by Elita.

Tristan's romantic attitude is like a mask. I don't know what role he will play. It was enough time Kirana followed her husband's play. There's a lot he has to think about. Including how to make himself happy.

Kirana's tired. Being juxtaposed and forced to compete with people whose bodies are already out of sight. He has a heart that can hurt. Jealousy of a dead person is more painful.

"Listen Kirana! What I already have, I won't just let go."

"No problem, Mom. Even if I don't want to drop talaq. I'll keep our divorce."

Tristan smiled bitterly. "What do the nights you give me?"

"I am doing my duty as a wife."

"lik! I know you serve me with all your heart," Tristan replied curtly.

"I'm a wife. It's supposed to serve my husband wholeheartedly."

"No Kirana! You love me! Say, Kirana!" Tristan could no longer hold his voice. Although Kirana still looks as calm as the lake water.

"Love from one side without the same feedback from the partner will not be able to maintain a relationship."

Tristan folded his legs. Parallel her face to Kirana's. Kiran prevented it. He did not allow Tristan to kneel in front of him.

"I know, too many wounds I've been given. Sorry, I may not deserve it. But please, give me a chance to make amends for all my mistakes."

Kirana threw out a face. Distastefully shrugged off the sight in front of him. Tristan's compassionate face was not incapable of pinching her heart.

"Sorry, Mas. Not just the opportunity I gave. My devotion and myself I've given you completely, but you've always wasted it."

"How about the Mentari?" Tristan is trying to shake up Kirana.

"The commentary will be fine. Didn't you say that yourself?"

Tristan stepped straight towards the bed. His legs no longer seem to be able to hold his body weight. Until the tall body was slammed down to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Aragh!" The man vented his emotions by hitting his hand at the object he was sitting on.

Tristan moved and pulled the suitcase beside Kirana's closet.

"You managed to play me, Kirana! I make sure my seeds will grow in your womb. And you will forever never be able to escape me." He nodded and then came out of the room.

The clear curtain also pierced the river on both cheeks Kirana. Her heart cannot lie if her decision hurts herself. After going through his days with Tristan with a pseudo-sweetness, he did not want the pain to continue to eat away at him.

Kirana shrank her tears when she heard the creaking of the door being opened. His mother looked at the door staring at him.

"Are you sure your decision is right?" asked the woman while wiping her daughter's mane.

Kirana nodded though her tears were still flowing.

"But you're sick."

"Nana's still strong, ma'am. Nana's gonna do it."