Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

66. The Road to Freedom

"Do you want us to meet here?" ask me directly without offering him a drink or a meal.

"It!" Hana handed a small object on the table. I looked at the little green book. My weddingbook.

"I hope, Maak immediately deal with the divorce of Mbak with Mas Hilman. I found the book and brought it here, not knowing that later Mas Hilman would be angry if I knew the book I took. Just make me bother!" he said with annoyance.

In a slow motion I took the book and opened it, seeing that it was authentic.

"Without you asking me to also take care of this divorce. With or without Mas Hilman's consent" I said.

"Heh .. Why not before? Should you be hurt just getting divorced? You idiot!" teased Hana with a small laugh on her lips.

I was upset by her words just now. He doesn't know if there's a heart to guard, Mother. If he was in my position and with the incident that befell his mother exactly the same, what would he do?

"Whatever. Just so you know. All this time I wanted to ask for a divorce with Mas Hilman, but he did not want a divorce with me. I guess you know too, right, with the evidence of this marriage book she's hiding?" I asked her while holding the marriage book in my hand.

Hana turned her lazy eyeball. "Yes, yeah. He was in love with you, but that was before. Now he's crazy about me" he said with great confidence.

I laughed when I heard that kind of thing. "Yes, it's true. Congratulations then. I wish you all happiness after my departure. I'll release him soon. And just enjoy my old clothes." I put the word clothes on her clearly.

Hana was silent at my words, her jaw was stiff and hardened. He looked at me with a sharp look.

"Have you? Is that all you need? There's nothing else?" hana asked with a sharp look at me.

"He-em, yeah, already. Just this" I replied to him.

He looks at me very carefully.

"You dressed up like that do you want to regain the sympathy and attention from my husband?" ask Hana to me. Uh, what else is this? Didn't he just say I should get a divorce from Mas Hilman? Why ask about looks and talk about it?

"What do you mean? I'm hijab-wearing like that?" I asked by pointing at myself.

Hana threw her face in the other direction, looking at that face irritated and also red. I guess he was jealous and scared.

I decided to end this conversation, because I thought there would also be nothing else we could talk about.

"Thank you for your help with giving me what I have. I still have other business. Are you going home too? I can get you," I asked him. I put the wedding book in my bag.

"No need, thank you. I can't get smoke from the vehicle" he said, shaking his palm in front of his face.

I looked at him lazily. Hana, a village girl who I used to know was calm, kind, diligent, and also simple, now what I saw was the opposite. Mas Hilman's overindulgent treatment made this boy now turn 180 degrees. Hopefully, he can accept Mas Hilman's situation when he is in a difficult situation.

"Yes if you don't want to. I'm going home first. It's not rude to leave you, but I'll take care of my freedom soon!" my words while standing.

"Hem .. just go first. I'll eat a little before I go home." Hannah flicked her hand at me.

"Be careful, watch your pregnancy. Mas Hilman and his mother were looking forward to the child's presence" I warned him. He simply nodded his head indifferently and waved his hand calling out to the waiter. I was fixated on her way, she called the waiter like the one who often goes to the cafe.

"Do you not want to eat lunch first as a thanksgiving will get your freedom?" ask me before I leave. There's no more politeness in calling me 'Mbak', but it's okay.

"No, thank you. I don't want to have fun before I get what I want" I replied.

"Oh, yes, I have. Then good luck with your intentions," he said.

Now I'm really leaving Hana there. Worrying also actually left the pregnant mother alone in there, but she did not want to go home, huh how?

Soon I picked up my hot bike in the parking lot. As usual I would take the drinking water from inside the trunk and wipe the motorcycle seat so that it would not overheat while I was sitting.

"Alhamdulillah," I said after the motor was on, not forgetting that I prayed and thanked the Almighty with the ease I got today.

With a carefree heart I headed to a place to take care of my divorce.