Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

53. A Man

Today I'm going to the religious office. I want to ask what conditions I need for divorce filing. I've supported what I want and I need to take care of it immediately.

With a thumping heart I go. Sadness must still be there, parting with the people we love so much is not easy. But I have to finish it all. I will not be able to continue to survive if it continues like this, especially if later Mother-in-law interfered with our problems as it has been. Keep blaming me because I haven't been able to give offspring to their families.

I have not been wanted since. Is it worth it to survive? No. gabe. Let it be if Mas Hilman will be angry or not accept what I am doing now. If she says no love, the proof is that she can have a child with Hana.

Love comes from habituation. Maybe he already felt it, but his feelings were blocked by me who was still there.

The scorching heat, did not discourage me to continue the intention of going to that place.

I parked the motorbike along with the other vehicles that were there.

With a thumping heart, I began to step my foot in there. A place I didn't think would make my relationship with her end.

The sound of a phone call came from inside my bag. While walking I opened the bag and grabbed hp. Afraid that something is important. Some of the items in the bag make hp that is there not then I can reach. Little trouble.

Bruk!

I accidentally hit someone for my negligence. Some of his papers fell on the floor.

"Eh. Excuse me. I'm sorry, Ma'am."

I immediately crouched down, grabbing the paper that was on that floor. I was wrong.

"I'm sorry too, Mom. I was negligent, didn't see the way" I said, rising up and handing the paper to him.

"Dye?" He called my name. My reflexes turned towards him.

"Lohs. The arga?"

I looked at the man in surprise, reflexively saying his name. She was similarly surprised, then smiled sweetly at me. The smile is the same as before. The friendly smile she always displayed on her friendly face.

"Eh, we meet here. You ... how are you?" he asked by reaching out his hand after welcoming the paper I had thrust at him.

I shook that hand, still as warm as before.

"I'm good, Ga. You too, how are you?" I asked to go back to him. A sense of awkwardness immediately came to me, but I don't know with him.

"I'm good" he answered.

I immediately withdrew my hand, uncomfortable with his sight like that. I avoided the look in his eyes that seemed to imply something.

"You have business inside?" asked Arga again, her tone a little awkward.

"Yes, you?"

"I have business too, but it's done." Point it at the map in his hand.

I stopped my steps after entering not far through the door, somehow the heart wanted to turn around. He was still there staring at me. Our eyes clashed. He smiled as he nodded his head.

I was the same, returning his smile while nodding my head, then quickly turned around and moved back my legs. Shame, why should it be like in a movie scene.

Ah, stupid me. Why do I have to be good to see him? And why is he still there and looking at me?

I cursed myself.

Almost the information table was missed because I was thinking about our meeting earlier.

I was directed to meet someone in his room. There are some people who are busy with their own business. There's also the same one like me, coming here, but I don't know what business he's doing here.

"Please, Ma'am." A man smiled kindly at me, allowing me to sit in a chair in front of him. With a bit of stale ado, I conveyed the meaning of my current arrival. The man I knew named Purnama was very friendly and answered all my questions well, so I had no trouble telling what was the maximum of my arrival here.

"Sorry, Ma'am. Mbak Ayu should have a marriage book so that we can process the submission of Mbak Ayu, in addition to the conditions I mentioned earlier," said Pak Purnama.

I took a long breath. Not knowing whether I would be able to get the book or not, it seemed like it would be hard to ask from Mas Hilman's hands.

"Sorry, Sir. Wouldn't it be any other way without the book?" I asked Mr. Purnama.

The man with a thin body, with wide glasses in front of his nose, smiled as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, Ma'am. There are quite often the same cases as this Mother, but it is also difficult to process because the marriage book is one of the mandatory conditions that must be included in it."

I walked out of that office after getting a definite answer. Mr. Purnama said it would be very difficult and the request would not be processed by the court if I did not get the book.

What am I supposed to do? I muttered to myself as I got closer to my hot bike. The seat was hot when I touched it. I took the cloth and I gave a little water to the motorcycle seat and then rubbed the whole, not wanting my back to mature because it occupied the hot spot.

The motor returned to me on the crowded streets. The dust is flying at each other along with the exhaust fumes coming out of other vehicles. The horn sounds are heard here. Overtaking each other and also cursing each other is a common thing. No exception to me who drove the bike unstable. The handlebar that I held a bit of bell from earlier, it seems if this vehicle is a bit heavy for me to carry.

"Mr. The motorcycle tire's flat!" exclaimed a male rider who was next to me while pointing towards the tire with his left hand, after which he drove a little faster leaving me and disappeared among the other riders.

Looking back from my rear view, I began to turn little by little to the side of the road, not forgetting the left penny lamp I turned on.

"Oh my goodness, this bike is heavy. Indeed deflated," I murmured while staring at the pity of my motorcycle tire. The front tire is almost windless. I got up and looked around, no workshop or just a tire patch.

I slowly pushed this bike in search of a workshop. The stinging heat, the sweat pouring out, making these footsteps heavy? Tired, hungry too. Remember that I haven't had lunch.

I don't know how many meters I pushed this bike. Thirst in my throat began to whack, I forgot not to bring a drink in my cooking. There are no shops or kiosks here, not even hawkers.

Oh my goodness, my fate ....

A car drove quietly beside me, I ignored it. I set this leg a little slow because I thought the car was gonna pull over.

"Well, why the bike?"