Take Off Yourself

Revenge

"Mr, I've planned your wedding Yasmin. Don't delay any more, the sooner the better. What else, your ex-husband is. Surely, he tried to melt your heart and derail it". Said Jamal sir. Sorry, father Yasmin. It's all for your own good, I'm sure. Son Hanafi, able to make yourself happy and take care of you.

Yasmin's appetite was instantly gone. To avoid his father's words, it is impossible. "Yes,pak". The answer is, try to smile. Oh my God, how fast is this? Can I go through the household with a two-faced man.

"The documents are on the living room table, you take care of yourself to move here again. In the village chief's office, there's Hanafi's son helping you to take care of him". Mr. Jamal's orders, directly under Yasmin's authority.

Actually he was willing to meet with Hanafi. Yasmin, hates the two-faced Hanafi. Should, I'm dealing with that arrogant and cunning man. Inner Yasmin.

"1 more Yasmin, do not be childish to Hanafi. Enough is enough, embarrass you". Pinta, Jamal sir, stared intently at Yasmin.

Yasmin, sighed her weight and nodded. Finished eating and some, he went to the village chief's office.

His footsteps, it felt heavy entering the village chief's office. His eyes were fixed on a man, so dashing in his service shirt. There was a sharp grin, towards Yasmin.

Yasmin, feel something is not right. However, he tried to be wary of Hanafi.

"Please, sit down my future wife". Hanafi said, smiling smrik.

Yasmin, sit down. "This document". Putting a document on Hanafi's desk. She did not like the words of her future husband. Marrying Hanafi, not building a household like heaven. Rather like hell, would she not be able to obtain happiness in her marriage.

"Have you heard the words, your father. If we are, we'll be married soon. Because of your father, fear that your ex-husband would do anything. Me, I'd like to go later. For the marriage contract, because I have no intention to be with you. However, I told your father constantly whining asking me to marry his daughter immediately. The widow,". Hanafi said, without thinking about Yasmin's feelings.

Yasmin, clenched both her hands. Trying to stem his tears, do not look weak in front of Hanafi. "Mas Hanafi, why do this all. I, can't believe you're begging you. Do not do it, then you lower my father's self-esteem. Tell me, what is all this for? You, it could be 2-faced and sneaky".

"For what? Your time, not thinking and digesting my words. Hemmm..where is it possible, you fooled". Hanafi said, exhaling cigarette smoke in his mouth and killing the pieces of cigarettes in the ashtray. "I, where there is a lowering of your father's self-esteem. Just hurt your feelings, saja". Connect again.

A vendetta? Where possible, Mas Hanafi did that.Batin Yasmin, he guessed the origin. "Don't you think Hanafi wants revenge on me. Back then, I rejected your proposal".

Hanafi, smile at her. When I heard the words, Yasmin. "Finally, I want Yasmin's revenge. Then, how would it feel if you were blamed by your own father. Shame and pain, so do I. I am, very ashamed and hurt. When you, refuse my proposal. Without thinking, until this moment I have not been married because of trauma".

Yasmin, did not expect that Hanafi's attitude really wanted to hurt her. "Oh, so here's why you're doing this sneaky scenario". Yasmin, shook her head. Her tears had broken already, her heart was already injured due to her Husband's nature. Now, her future husband even added more injuries.

"Then, what if the marriage contract later. Me, there's no Yasmin. Sure, I told you why I don't exist? First, because of your ex-husband and second because of your. How, you face the anger and abuse from the people around you. As for you, there is nothing you can do. They trust me more than you do. Plus, both your parents and your brother hate you". Hanafi's sharp grin, he was content to stir up Yasmin's feelings.

"Do it, which will make you happy. Do it, it's up to you. You don't think, clearly. Why, I refused your proposal? First, I have a lover. Because of my lover, getting married. Likewise, the opinion of Hanafi. Where possible, marry someone else. While I, have a lover. Second, it's not my fault. Because you yourself, don't ask me. I have a lover or not, instead of a mas having a mouth and not mute. What is the difficulty, to ask before proposing to people. Investigate first, the woman should not be rash. If only I had no lover. Likely, I accepted your application". Yasmin said, in her sobs. Hanafi, silenced by Yasmin.

"Do it, which you do. Don't let it, a mistake makes you unsettled all your life". Firm Yasmin, smile smrik. He stood up and stared intently at Hanafi.

"Yasmyiann... Yasmiii.... You, it's okay". Faris, suddenly approaching Yasmin. He, looks scared.

"He, he said to me. If you are, it will be harassed here Yasmin. Mas, fear of you. Mas, not willing if this guy messes with you". Faris, ngos-ngosan regulate his breathing.

"Enough mas, don't talk weird. Look, I'm fine. Basic, bikin' a problem". Grousers Yasmin. "Unlike you, cunning and devil-hearted".

"Brengseeekk....".

Bugh....

"Mas Hanafiii....". Pekik Yasmin, in the face of Hanafi get a raw bogem from Faris. "Mas Faris, what the hell are you doing? It's not polite, play hit people".

"She, definitely deserves my raw bogem. Because of him, lying to me Yasmin. He, intends to harass you". Shouted Faris, as loud as possible.

Sreeettt.....

"Mas, thou....". Yasmin, surprised by Hanafi's attitude. She, suddenly ripped off Yasmin's skirt.

"Bad, you're trying to harass Yasmin". Faris, trying to beat up Hanafi. However, in the case of the workers in the office of the village chief.

Hanafi, smiling sumringah and having a brilliant idea.

"Stop....".

"Wahh... What the fuck,".

"Help, to separate them sir". Another said, surprised to see the dispute between the village chief and the residents.

"Let go, he wants to harass Yasmin. Look, Yasmin's crook is ripped off". Said Faris, while pointing towards Yasmin's skirt.

"No sir, it's not me who wants to harass Yasmin. But him". Hanafi, point his finger at Faris. Reach their eyes, turn to her."I want to help Yasmin. But, he slapped me in the face". Denied Hanafi, and shook his head.

Yasmin, surprised to hear Hanafi's words. What else, the one planned to drop his pride. This time, Yasmin had to fight him. "Fathers, you misunderstood. My skirt was torn, because it hit the fence outside. Mang Udin, look around and help Yasmin". Elak Yasmin, direct.

"Right sir, I'm helping non Yasmin. It could be, they misunderstood". Mang Udin, direct. Yasmin's heart, it's a relief.

"Then, which one is right? Why are you, slapping Mr Hanafi? so, who are you, sir? Not the villagers, yah". Ask a father, the oldest.

Hanafi, staring intently at Yasmin. Because of the plan, it didn't work. Now Yasmin, free from her cunning entrapment.