The Talak Pledge

Woo Jean

"Jean, your husband is talking to you." The figure in front of me now turned towards me. There was no answer or rebuttal from him, "You kept me quiet all day." I softened a little, but Jean remained silent

I approached him, sitting on my knees in front of him but he still ignored him. "Don't do this, it doesn't taste good." I grabbed both hands, I could hear heavy breathing from the smelling figure of shampoo in front of me. "I'm sorry."

"Yes." Yeah." Just so, then let go of my hand. Jean goes to her closet, picks up one of her stacks and then goes back into the bathroom.

Really, there hasn't been a day that Jean has silenced me I've been so drunk. What if I officially part with him? But didn't I want this farewell from the beginning? I've never even been this balanced.

Jean finished, wearing a mini negligee that she used to wear at home. This time I chose to go to my own room, pick up a small suitcase on top of the closet and then choose some clothes and equipment that I usually carry when serving out of town.

There was still room in the suitcase, but I chose to close it and go back to Jean's room.

"Do you want me to prepare it or do you prepare it yourself?" I asked, putting that perfectly sealed suitcase on his bed. Jean looked to be frowning. "All right, let me." I approached his closet.

"What else is it?" Jean stopped. "Mas wants to kick me out?" It hurt so much to hear Jean's question just now, I shook my head, grabbed her shoulders to be level with my face.

"I'm also saturated with the situation of this house, bring some of your change of clothes and put them in the suitcase."

"Yes..." I immediately turned her body giving the code to hurry to obey my orders just now.

"Of course, I will not accept your refusal. Or do I need to replace you with a shirt and carry you in the car later?"

"Well let's take a vacation today, let's just say before we get divorced." He said, picking some clothes, then he put them in my suitcase. Back the pain of being sliced at hearing his words just now. "Come out first, I want to get changed." His orders, his hands he showed at the door. At least I can hear his voice again today.

I followed his request, came out of his room. This time I entered again my room changed into a casual dress plain black shirt with shorts above the knee cream. I know, Jean once praised me when I wore this. I intentionally returned to attract his attention.

"Are you ready?" I asked the figure who had just come out of his room. Wearing a short canal above the knee with the chest so low. "No, change your clothes!" My orders, I pulled him back into the room. There was no answer from him but I could see his face looked sour. "How could I let my wife dress like this when she came out"

"Normally you never care what clothes I wear. Why is it so big now?"

"Okay, let me change your clothes." I went to his closet, choosing clothes so that almost all the contents were scattered. Jean just stuck behind me, without preventing or forbidding me. This time I realized, even what kind of clothes he usually wore had indeed escaped my attention.

"What's wrong, I can take care of everything." His hands began to pick up the clothes scattered on the floor. I turned my body around looking all over, very messy.

"Jean, I'm sorry." Say my apologies to the umpteenth. Jean didn't bully me, still busy arranging the clothes I took out of her closet. So did I, quickly help him clean up the mess I had made. I cursed my stupidity, when it had just begun to melt a little back.

No chatter throughout this trip. Jean seemed very focused on the glass next to her which clearly showed the view. I grabbed her hand putting it on my lap and grasped it tightly. He tried to let go and instead I kept him.

I glanced at him from the front rearview mirror, even when I forced him to hold his hand he did not look at me. Was it this cold I was yesterday against him? Is this how much pain he felt before?

"Jean, from last night I haven't heard your story at all." I'm still trying

"There's nothing I can tell you anymore." He answered briefly, still not looking at me. I glanced back at him, this time he changed his position. He slightly lifted his head and closed his eyes, maybe he was sleepy.

Almost fifteen minutes later as a subtle snoring sounded from him. I stopped the car driving off the highway. Justifying the passenger seat next to me in the hope of uninterrupted sleep and feeling comfortable. I straightened the back, then grabbed the back seat jacket and quickly made it cover the upper body of the woman next to me

I stared at his beautiful face. Shouldn't I be celebrating this farewell. But why is the worry getting so noticeable. God played with my feelings this fast.

"Why stop?" Jean spoke with her eyes still closed. I slowly spread the hair that covered part of her face.

Without answering, return the car. I've been so weak since last night, just seeing my heart beating so much. There was even a sense of satisfaction when he wanted to speak again in front of me.

"You hungry?" I asked after the silence returned to accompany this journey. He just nodded, but his eyes were still closed. "You only eat chicken porridge. What do you want to buy? This time I will obey your request."

"Seriously all my will?" I nodded, concluding a smile towards him. "Take me home."

"After the holidays, we'll go home."

"It's not us, it's just me." I try to ignore his words. Right now succumbing in a chat with him might be better. Jean was used to asking permission even though I never responded. Even he often asked me to choose the color of his lips even though I would answer him lazily. Then ask me to complete the payment of his online shopping and end up with a winning smile from him.

"Feeding seafood?" My bargain to him, we almost reached the destination seen from the beginning of the many fish sellers lined up even though the day was getting late at night.

"Mas, you even forgot that I'm allergic to seafood." Jean sneered, smiling somehow meant mocking me. Today it's been said that he's subtly destroying my mentality.

"Okay, what do you want to eat?" I'm still trying to cover up the embarrassment immediately, maybe asking something that I don't know how many times. Jean replied back by shaking her head.

I stopped this car again, on a roadside that showed the brilliance of the lights at the end of the city. "Jean, at least think for our son." I try to lower my voice.

"Close" this time he woke up, justifying the seat backrest position as usual. Well, the answer that often used the jokes ended up happening to me as well. "It's up to you to find what to eat." He threw my jacket in the back seat. Maybe if my position was still yesterday, I could have scolded him but remembered again that this time the situation had turned a hundred and eighty degrees. It was no longer Jean who approached me, but it was I who she could not stay away from.