Sharing Love: My Husband Married Without My Permission

93. Pov Arga's

That woman is behind me. A woman who is not very pretty, but sweet in my opinion. Her teeth make her look so sweet if she smiles. Especially now with his new look wearing a hijab, although not a large hijab that covers the stomach, but enough to cover the front of his body to not show a bulge.

I was relieved to see her like that, it meant that she could protect herself from the eyes of a man who could have had bad thoughts on her.

Ayu, he is a person who comes from my past. I never thought I'd see him again. But I didn't expect much about it.

Our meeting yesterday, after a long breakup in the past, came accidentally when I saw him at the religious court office. He was picking something up in his bag and I .. ah, it felt like I was crazy not to realize that this foot was stepping closer to him and finally. Yeah, it was intentional when he was off guard. Just tell me I'm crazy for doing that.

It was riveted because of her sweet smile, but I realized it wasn't my right. Ayu is not my right!

I didn't go home when Ayu got into the room, waiting in my car. Ayu who was a little awkward when she met me made me feel anxious to pinch her cheek.

Not until one hour Ayu was there in greeting, I saw him come out again with a slightly lethargic face, walking towards his motorbike. Ayu rode the motorcycle out of the office area, while I decided to contact someone.

“I'll find out!” said someone across there. I turned off the phone and waited for a moment. In my head, I thought about what Ayu was doing here.

The phone rang back, from someone I knew in there.

“The woman wanted to file a divorce kite with her husband, but there is no marriage book,” the voice said.

I was silent to the words he said. What happened to Ayu until she wanted a divorce?

“Did he say why he wanted a divorce?” ask again.

“No.”

“Cannot. The divorce process needs state documents, such as a marriage book one of them.”

I breathed to hear him talk like that. If Ayu has decided to separate it means that her husband is no longer good for her.

“But there is one other way. The plaintiff can report to the police about the missing documents,”. He also explained about how to get a marriage book by other means. From the start to the office to report the missing documents to waiting for a new marriage book from the KUA office.

A slight smile suddenly I pulled to the side without knowing why.

“Alright, thanks for the info,” I said. I turned off the phone and then drove the car out of the office area.

On the way, I kept thinking about what happened to Ayu. What has Ayu experienced until she wants to file a divorce kite with her husband?

Not far from the office where we met, I saw a woman I had met in the office pushing her motorcycle. I offered him help and before he refused any further I took the bike out of his hands.

I asked and he didn't answer as I knew. He covered up what happened to him.

We found a motorcycle repair shop, and there we sat for a moment, unwinded from a fairly long trip and also hot. I offered her water and she did not refuse.

I left it when I got a call from someone. There was a sense of heart not wanting to leave, but that call was very important to me as well. I finally left by riding the angkot to return to my car that I had left.

After the meeting, I was quite frankly disturbed. The shadow of the sweet and shady face continued to dance in the eye pelukan. I thought after the breakup I'd be able to forget it, but I couldn't.