The Love of the Duda

TCSD 8: We Divorce Only

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Since I was in the office, I felt my body was a little bit unfit. Not usually I feel like this, the head feels heavy and also my body seems to be powerless. Though all this time I was known as a man who has a strong power to do office work without feeling tired, but today I feel something is wrong with my body. In the end, I chose to go home. For to me, Dita is the most efficacious remedy to remove all this fatigue.

I don't know why I love that woman so much. I met him when I was thirty-six years old. Most people say I am an old virgin who does not sell because at the age of three-headed me, I am not married at all. If people knew, I was not married because at that time I was trying desperately to run the company that oma entrusted to me.

One year in a relationship with Dita, I finally married her. Like a newlywed, I enjoyed my early days happily. Even when I knew that Dita was no longer a virgin, my love still did not diminish in the least for her. Dita said that at the age of eighteen, she had been a victim of rape by one of her upperclassmen, traumatizing her. Maybe it's because it's what makes me so loving, and I want to always be a protective wing for him.

Until finally the happiness of my early marriage with Dita was taken away by an accident that made me lose the function of one of my most valuable parts. At that time I really felt broken to the brink of destruction because with my imperfect circumstances it made me like a man who was useless for not being able to provide inner satisfaction for my wife.

God is very good by presenting the figure of Dita in my life. The woman was able to survive to accompany me despite my circumstances like this. It becomes natural that the more days I feel the love I have for her the greater.

A bouquet of red roses was already within my grasp. On my way home from work, I bought a bouquet of red roses for my beloved wife. I knew so well that if Dita liked red roses that I hoped, she would be happier to get this surprise from me.

Arriving at the gate, again I had to open the gate myself. I'm a little surprised because Mr. Damar is not seen at the guard post. But I try to think positively, maybe Mr. Damar is in the bathroom. The car I drove was perfectly parked in the front yard.

I put my feet up to get into the house. Sepi, I did not meet people passing by in this house at all. I began to climb the stairs while carrying the bouquet of red roses with a smile that glistened endlessly on my lips. I really can't wait to surprise my wife, Dita.

When my hand was about to pull on the door lever, I faintly heard a voice in my room. I tried to sharpen my sense of hearing by attaching my ears to the surface of the door leaf. My eyes widened perfectly when I heard the voices of two people who were sighing in there while calling each other with a call of love.

My chest was rumbling, like being hit by a big wave in the ocean. The voice I heard was Dita's. From this I could hear that Dita was feeling a physical pleasure given by a man. And my heart felt more and more throbbing pain when I heard the voice of a man so familiar in my ears. Yes, that voice is the voice of Mr. Damar, the security who has been working in my house for three years.

Without having to waste much time I pull the door lever of my room, I violently threw the door in front of me to cause a sound effect so loud. And. ahhhh... I was treated to a scene that had completely destroyed my world.

I stared at what my wife was doing with Damar in my bed. My wife's body was plain without a thread, and she was under the confinement of the man whom I had trusted to keep our home safe. The bouquet of red roses in my grasp just fell down.

"M-Mas God!!!"

"T-Tuaan!!!!"

I heard that a pair of men who were wading through the sea of their desires linked their gaze towards me. Just like me, the two people also showed their surprise when they saw me in this room. My palms are clenched strong. My jaws hardened, my head as if boiling filled with emotions that peaked to the crown.

I set my foot closer to the two men, and.....

Bugh.. Buggghh. .. Bugggh....

I pulled Damar's body that was still bare round to get away from Dita's body. Without further ado, I gave him three hits right in his stomach.

"Ba*You son of a bitch Mar! How dare you fuck my wife!"

My sense of courtesy towards people older than me evaporated just like that. I who usually call Damar with frills 'sir' now I no longer ignore.

Damar fell down near the bed while holding his stomach in a state that is still plain. As for Dita, I saw the woman begin to cover her body with a blanket. Damar began to shift his body to get closer to me, and now he was right under my feet.

"T-Mr.. I'm sorry, I'm so happy!"

"Curtain!!! Khilaf's? I can't even believe that what you're doing is an error."

"Master... I'm sorry, I'm really happy to do all this. I ....."

"How long have you been doing this behind my back, huh?!!"

Still with a throw of face, I tried to ask something that was so stuck in my heart. Since when Dita and the security in my house is playing back.

"T-Tua... We're..."

"Jawab I'm Mar! Since when do you guys have sex like this?!"

"S-Since three months ago Mr."

"Three months? So for three months, you tricked me out of the blue? It's perfect for your game!"

I linked my gaze towards the woman who was covering her innocent body with that thick blanket. A facial expression that is hard for me to understand. She seemed so frightened yet somehow I felt she was so enjoying her role as the woman who was always satisfied by the man who was resting under my feet.

"And you Ta! You always say that you can survive until I recover, but what is this? What the hell are you doing here? Even you ask to be satisfied by the security in our own home and you do it in the same bed that we have been in all this time? Where is your brain Ta? Where's where?"

"Mas Gods... I'm sorry Mas... This was all because I could no longer endure the turbulent desires within my body. I really need Mas's impingement!"

I see Dita starting to shed her tears. I don't know what tears came out of the corner of her eye. I thought it was just crocodile tears that he let out to trick me again.

"Ooohhhh you need an impingement?"

I asked Dita to reaffirm what she really wanted.

Dita nodded slowly. "L-yes... I'm sorry... All this time I've been trying to hold it, but I can't. I am also just an ordinary woman who needs the touch and caress of a man. And I need someone to be able to complete the desire that I feel Mas!"

Dita's words were like an invisible sharp dagger that managed to stab my heart. Hearing Dita's words seemed to drag me into guilt because I could not carry out my role as a perfect husband. Because my circumstances are what makes Dita to have to look for another outlet.

Although I feel very guilty, but the actions of Dita with Damar I can not accept at all. I hate a betrayal so much. And now the betrayal was done by my own wife? I really can't take it.

I took a deep breath and I exhaled slowly. I threw my face away from Dita's gaze. "Alright if you really need the impingement. Right now I'm gonna get you out of that shackle."

"W-what do you mean, Mom?"'

"You must understand that I hate a betrayal so much. And right now you've done that to me." I returned to breathing rough. "We're just getting divorced!"

I saw Dita's face showing her surprise. In a hurry, he got off the bed with the blanket still covering his innocent body. He came towards me and rested under my feet.

"Mas... Please forgive me. I really am a khilaf. Don't divorce me. I really need you!"

I want to hear Dita's words. He said he needed me? What kind of joke is this?

"It's not me you need Ta, but Damar! He's the one you need to vent all your desires!"

"But Mas... I really still love you and need you. Please don't divorce me!"

"Omong empty! If you love me, you won't play this far behind me. You just need my money that can always spoil you with all the branded stuff that can raise your social status."

"Mas... I'm begging... We don't get divorced. We can start all over again. I'm gonna fix all my mistakes, Mom!"

I smiled cynically. Even though I love Dita so much, but her actions this time I really can't forgive. "You don't have to bother doing that. I don't want to enjoy the rest of my security anyway. Your body has been touched by someone else. And I can't accept that!"

"Mas... Please forgive me. I'm khilaf Mas!"

I heard Dita's voice tremble withstanding her cries. And many times he prostrated under my feet asking for forgiveness. But I have absolutely no sympathy, what a pain that a betrayal has completely closed the door of a second chance for Dita.

"I forgive you. But from this moment on, I divorce you and you are not my wife anymore! Get out of my life Ta. And start your new life with a man who can give you the inner satisfaction I could never give you."

I stomped slowly on my feet which were still firmly gripped by Dita. I can no longer endure this pain. I want to hurry away from this damned place. I was trying to hold the clear hair that was twitching in my eyes so as not to fall, so as not to fall, but in vain because the clear grains began to fall along with my body which began to disappear from the sight of Dita and Damar.

"B.....!!!"

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