The Talak Pledge

Segara Promise

After eating Jean asked to go straight back to the hotel, there was no more chatter between us afterwards.

I immediately sat in the soft seat located in the corner of this room, observing every movement since returning here. Already changed clothes again with a mini negligee, it was also finished cleaning yourself from the bathroom then sat in a chair facing the glass, removing a small pouch that turned out to contain a lot of skincare needs.

"Is this how busy you are every time you go to sleep?" This time let me try to make the atmosphere between us melt. Jean simply nodded, and I was still thinking about the topic let alone the one that would vault this time around.

All right, it's my turn to clean up. I also changed clothes using short shirts and short boxers. This time, he threw himself into one of the beds. Jean seems to have completed the ritual, choosing a lamp in sleep mode and lying down but in the opposite bed.

Jean really didn't care about me, soon probably covered part of her body with a bedcover and preferred to turn her back on me.

It hurt, and I've never felt it before. God easily turned my heart. Even if yesterday I could still boast about how easy it would be to end this marriage, but overnight the fear of losing Jean was inevitable.

Jean's shadow smiled even though I never returned it. Or just a word that I think is very not crisp even though still he will continue it again crossed my mind. What if that habit were to disappear in my daily life?

"Jean? I know you haven't slept "I got up from my position. Without waiting for the answer immediately followed him to sleep one bed next to him.

"We already have our own place" said Jean to reject my hand as he was about to hug her from behind. Now I'm the one who doesn't care what she says, as hard as Jean trying to tell me to go that hard I hugged her.

"Here you go, I want him to sleep here." I tightened my embrace. Jean was still behind me, I flicked the messy hair over her neck.

"Your breath is ordinary. Don't get kicked in my arms." I laughed when I heard that grumbling that made me. Back in his ears until Jean looks furious and hasten to turn his body towards me, we are facing and this is what I wanted from now on. "Then I don't want to stop, let me move the bed." I smiled and nodded, waiting for Jean to close her eyes.

My heartbeats don't sound normal anymore. Watching Jean closely while sleeping made me grieve, Where have I been all this time who never knew the face of my own wife. I kissed her soft forehead and Jean didn't pull it off.

"It turns out my wife's really good at pretending to sleep." I whispered almost noiselessly, this time I pulled him deeper into my arms. And Jean refused.

"If you really want a divorce, just go straight, but don't kill me like this." I was stuck hearing it, yes I forgot that it had been mental last night. "There's no need to be this kind of attention-grabbing if you're finally getting a divorce."

"Jean, can we just forget about last night?."

"Maybe my whole life won't be able to forget it. But take it easy, I can hide the wound the most." Jean said, with his eyes closed. "Don't you say that I didn't forget that this marriage had to end from the beginning?" This time Jean opened her eyes, looking at me sharply.

"Jean." I can't speak anymore. Though I myself asked for it but the pain was like stuck in my heart. No longer answering him, this time fixing my position to be more up than the previous position that was parallel, I tightened my arms to put his head in my arms. "Sleep there, tomorrow morning after dawn we'll take the beach."

Feeling that selfishness is ingrained, even just admitting mistakes is very heavy.

"I obey you because you promised to take me home. After that I hope we don't meet again mas." It hurts a lot, I admit it's this weak right now. Trying to refrain from making any sound, but tears seemed to have trickled down my eyes. "I will not lose you as the father of this child, but other than that there is no more business between us. Agreed?"

Do you know Jean, how I feel right now? Angry, it turns out that it was so evil that I treated you first. Maybe everyone out there will do me a husband who deserves to be left behind.

But Jean might forget, that the man who was hugging her now couldn't just give up. As fast as you run away from me that fast I chase after you. No matter how much hurt I inflicted before, I will show that the opportunity I forced there will not be in vain.

"Do you know where Adam and Eve met after a long separation?"

"Jabal Rahman?" Now that Jean was raising her head to face me, I nodded.

"As the name implies, Jabal means hill, while Rahman is affection." I smiled pausing my words. "A lot of couples write their names there in the hope that their relationship will be as good as the prophets Adam and Eve."

I peeked back at her forehead and Jean's expression was like she didn't like it, but I didn't care about any negative responses from her.

"You don't want to go there?" I asked, Jean frowned and nodded.

"Since my mom got married and lived in Dubai I've never been there."

"Let me take you there later. You want?" Jean was doubtful. "We're waiting to never see each other again. Later I will also take you to the house of mother and abi, but before how about we umrah three first."

"Third?"

"We and this kid." Jean sneers.

"We're just waiting for time to part ways. My dad is not a stingy person even if I ask him to bear the cost of accommodation on vacation there does not seem to be a big deal."

"But you will not be invited to Jabal Rahman. Whose name will you write later?"

"What kind of ugly am I? Even if I'm a widow, someone will." My turn frowned, what is this statement. Even the discussion of divorce has not been final he has thought about a substitute for my status.

"Nake it." I put his trusted index. "Nobody will make you a widow." I said seriously.

Jean sneered again. His mouth shook to the side as if mocking me. "He himself asked for a divorce, he himself refused it." I still hear him even though he doesn't speak.

"I still hear Jean" She turned her back on me and I wrapped my arm around her waist. Smell behind his ears, feeling very anxious with him at this moment.

Jean seemed to have fallen asleep. His soft snoring voice began to sound. The sound of clockwork on the walls of this room is increasingly heard along with the sunyinya night. "Whatever the circumstances, I will take you to Jabal Rahman later "