The Talak Pledge

Line Two

"I want a divorce." I said as I threw the map to the table in front of him. Jean, the woman who has been my wife for two years. "Jean, didn't I tell you from the beginning that this marriage won't last long?" I turned to sit in front of him but he was still silent unmoved, his eyes staring at the map that was still on the table. This woman in front of me will usually be chatty, occasionally answering my every debate and she will end with a smile that is not a sign of care. "Jean!" I started to raise my voice.

Jean was not as usual, she just kept quiet without refuting or answering my request this time. Two years of living with him there are not many things we do together, even I don't want to know what activities he does every day. Instead, he would ask me a lot of questions about insignificant things which I would then answer in a high tone to stop, he was always disturbing. But only he chimed in with a smile.

"Alright." she walked into her room. Since we got married, we decided to have our own room. But sometimes I would go to her room just asking for my rights as her husband and otherwise there was no compulsion from her to give her obligations as a wife. A moment later he put a small wrap next to the map I threw earlier.

I picked up the flat object, the two red lines that were clearly visible. I know this is a pregnancy test that shows that this woman in front of me is pregnant. Now it was my turn to sting, looking at him sharply.

Now he started to move, took the map and opened it slowly and then his hands began to be directed to sign it. "Are there any more mas?" He put it back as before. I shook my head without saying a word and then she returned to her room until a key sound came from inside.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, it was already very night but still did not want to move from here. I myself can not be sure what feelings I should feel at this time, should a husband would be happy to find news of his wife pregnant then hug him and express their happiness with many things.

This time I who could no longer think clearly began to knock on his door, for a very long time there was no answer from him. "I know you haven't slept, Jean!" My yelling. "I could have entered using a spare key or chosen to break down this door." I'm still trying.

Jean opened it, then went back inside and lay under the covers and I watched from here. Usually he would open the door with a seductive smile as if he knew that I had come just to demand his duty.

I closed the door again, approaching him who was sleeping facing the side. Forgetting the incident just now then lying next to him and hugging him from behind.

*

When finally my eyes feel heavy should be forced open by exposure to sunlight coming from a window whose curtains are open. Spreading a glance, Jean was no longer beside me. Usually he would wake me up at dawn with a towel wrapped around his head but this time no longer.

We've only been together for two years now, the house I bought from my hard work. I deliberately asked her to move here even though my mother insisted on being accompanied. There was no way I could hold back as if I were a loving couple every day in front of my parents.

From the bathroom of this room came the sound of a small burning water faucet, rushing me into it that was not locked. Jean's bad habit is never to lock the bathroom when inside.

"Jean." I approached him, stroking his neck gently. Yeah, he's bowing in front of the sink. Her unravelled hair I tied with the rubber hair I found next to her. "Would I make you some warm tea?" I asked who was only answered by her, her hand rubbed her thin lips and closed the water faucet in front of her.

There was no sound from him, if before he would cheerfully say something very unimportant or occasionally humming that he would continue even though I had told him to stop.

This is my first time since I got married, brewing my own tea because Jean would have prepared all my needs even if I asked her not to. Jean was very stubborn.

Back in Jean's room, put a cup of hot tea next to her. "Jean, drink first." I sat next to him but he kept his eyes closed. "Drink." A little pushy and Jean kept ignoring me.

My phone rang from Jean's front couch, I forgot about it all night. This time I ignored the call. "At least lift it up, I'm so dizzy to hear it." Since last night I have heard his voice again. Either this time without much consideration obeying his orders rushed to pick up the phone lying on the map that was signed last night Jean.

"Country, what time is it? Why don't you go to work?" Shouted a loud voice from across. As an only child, I don't have to think about a career out there.

"Pa, Jean, I can't leave." I knew very well that both of my parents would comply with my request when it came to the woman I still saw lying in her place.

"You're not making Jean an excuse, are you?" This time it was Papa who raised his voice.

"If you don't, just ask Mama to come here." Until finally I hung up the phone along with papa's ability to ask mama to come here.

There hasn't been ten minutes since papa's phone last time my phone rang and it was my guess, a call from mama. "Jean why? You did he because of it?"

"Mama came home and brought breakfast for you." My love, without much chatting I also immediately turned off the connection. Until I look back at the map on the table. I don't know how and I'll get this stuff next. I headed to my room with this map, put it in my desk drawer. At once the view stopped on a picture frame that Jean deliberately put on my desk.

"Why are there photos of our wedding caricatures? I asked when I came home from the office at the time. Jean just smiled, keeping busy preparing dinner. "You put it down?"

"It's funny, isn't it?" I didn't think about it with him. That's how he'll smile never respond to my anger every time. "If the photo goes missing, I'll give you a billion." I just sneered, how could I respond to it.

I don't know how many times I've moved the photo in the drawer, but it will still change the tingling place every day. Jean didn't care even when I let her down.

I stared at the photo that had switched in my hand. Jean's smile was exactly the same as every day I saw, but since last night it wasn't just her smile that disappeared even looking at her face like she didn't give it a chance. There was an indescribable sense of slicing this time. Should I continue with the divorce? But what about the fate of our son?