The Talak Pledge

Wrong Back?

After finishing the congregation, a driver who had completed my order told me he was waiting in front.

"I'm sorry, my. Must have been a hard time finding my order." I said the same with a bag of crackles that the driver gave me.

"The search is easy mas, the queue takes a long time." The man who might be my age laughed, I gave money along with tips for him.

"I don't think I'll find this food here. My wife is pregnant and just wants to eat this she said." I breathed a sigh of relief, peeking at the food in a box complete with tomato juice at her request.

"The name is pregnant, be patient. As a husband, his job is to cure his wife so that the world will be fine." I also laughed, then this man decided to leave as well as I who immediately returned to the room.

Jean was seen sitting in the chair, brewing hot tea that I prepared earlier might have been cold. Her hair she tied up, her hands busy scrolling cell phones.

"There is no reason to refuse to eat." I approached her, pulled the box out of the crackle bag, opened the lid and flicked it right in front of Jean.

"After a long time since I last ate this "hearing it made me furrow my eyebrows.

"Have you been here?" He's nodding. "How many times?"

"It's so often that I forget to count it." Jean seemed eager to eat it, I was still standing next to her watching her devour the feed for the sake of the feed. "Because I don't eat?" He looked at me, I shook my head.

"After this I can just go out and eat out." I really want to just look for the wind tonight. "You can just rest here." Don't ask, I'd love to ask Jean too but I'm pondering because maybe the rejection I finally got.

"Engga, I'm going along. It's creepy being alone." I concluded that smile still looked at him.

I moved to the mattress, mengselonjankan my body that turned out to feel very delicious this. Still waiting for Jean to eat and reply to some work-related messages.

Before leaving earlier I still had time to tell my mother to take Jean on vacation, I had promised Jean to take her to visit her home after from here. Maybe a few days until the mood is back.

Jean used to ask me to take her on a vacation, but I still never ignored her. Even the newlyweds honeymoon event was automatically missed because I reasoned to be busy working even though papa had given me time and was happy to offer a lot of choices of places that I would like to visit at that time.

Within two years of our married life was indeed very monotonous, I would just wake up early, sit between the menu that had been prepared and then go to work, he said, buying time to go home and at night it turns out Jean is still waiting for me to sometimes fall asleep in the guest room and he will wake up because of the sound of the door I open.

Jean knew that, even after being married I openly brought her home regardless of how she felt at the time. Rianti and I ran aground not because of this marriage, but because an affair with the older man was revealed. I feel so lazy to talk about this woman.

But my foolish decision to divorce Jean yesterday was not free from my own saturation. Feeling that the relationship is futile when continued but this time I realized it had been a misstep. Not that fixing decided to end.

Looking back at Jean, she was still busy scrolling her phone and continuing to eat.

"I'm done with. Ayoh!" Take it after cleaning up the rest of the meal. For some reason now it feels like seeing Jean is very interesting unlike the days before.

"You change your clothes first." Jean shook her head. Take my car keys and I'll rush out of the room. I immediately held him back, pulling his hand closer until there was no reproach between the two of us. "It's cold outside, change clothes first." This time quite powerful, he took the sweater that I had put in the closet of this hotel room, then the trousers that had been hanging in the hanger were also deactivated again, very messy and now. Maybe it's better than letting him out with just his shirt.

Jean doesn't talk much, usually I really want him to be quiet even if a day in fact not, all day he silenced me and the state of my heart was also bad. Likewise, when I turned on music that was clearly not his favorite he no longer threw protests. Could it be that my Jean is seeking revenge?

No longer asking for his approval. Directly stop the car at a fried rice lesehan stall. From the smell is very delicious appetizing.

"You eat again" I asked, but Jeam only nailed to look at the place where the food vendor was. I tried to untie her seatbelt but she was still silent.

Then I got off and opened the door for Jean to come down. He walked on following me. I coded Jean to sit on a mat in front of the shophouse that had closed.

"Sweet sister, just be more beautiful." The seller's mother who was not too old said hello to Jean, "When did Koko come here too, he said mbak beautiful again content huh?" Jean smiled but forced, I still do not understand what they were talking about "Yesterday even though I want to make an order like usual you know, special fried rice with half-cooked eggs like mbaknya. But the coco says young pregnant people should not eat that raw." Jean smiled but her lips she bit as if holding something to evaporate. "Who are you?"

"My husband's mom." Jean replied a little hesitantly, I could see her glancing at me then refocusing on this mother. A moment later it could be seen, the mother who changed her expression was shocked, shutting her mouth stopping for a moment her busyness recorded my order

"Loh mbak I think the contents of the marriage are the same as koko, I'm sorry ya." The mother left, after she finished recording the menu I ordered.

"Jean?" I changed position in front of him. Staring at him who just silently played a spoon in his warm orange juice. "It seems like this place is indeed often visited, until the fried rice seller was familiar with you."

Jean looked at me, without me saying that she understood my confusion. It seemed as if he was breathing heavily. Now there are a lot of questions about the statement of the seller's mother just now, but in fact Jean was not wanting to discuss it seen from his attitude that immediately threw away his face when I looked at him sharply.

I tried to hold back. At least I don't want to ruin the atmosphere that's been melting since last night. Forgetting the hunger for realizing that this time I might have gone back to the wrong strategy, I shouldn't have brought him here. To a place that turns out to hold many memories of Jean and someone called the koko.