Widow Kepentok Duda

Bickering

A man named Farzan Abrisam, a thirty-two-year-old Indonesian-Turkish bresteran, was seen sitting in a nightclub just to lighten a bit of the weight he was carrying. Yes, just a moment ago had a fight with the wife he had married seven years ago. The quarrel always happened only because the wife who was always suspicious and jealous, even accused him of things that had never been done.

The man closed his eyes, then seemed to remember his relationship with his wife some time ago.

Farzan has been seen dressed neatly, looks like he wants to leave the house because he knows Grisel—sang wife, soon home. Farzan just wanted to avoid the quarrel that continues to occur every time he meets his wife, because that's why he chose to leave when Grisel came home.

“Where are you going?” grisel asked with a slight tinge when he saw her husband dressed neatly.

Grisel had just met his ex-girlfriend Farzan when going to college to discuss work, it made him very upset and angry, not to mention now Farzan was dressed neatly as if he wanted to go have fun.

“Is that important to you?” Farzan replied that he did not lose.

Grisel, who was burning with anger because of his meeting with the woman who had always been accused of being her husband's affair, was now angrier because of Farzan's attitude.

“I'm your wife, how can you say it doesn't matter, huh?” Grisel pulled Farzan's arm which seemed to be ignoring him.

Farzan really could not stand Grizel's attitude, then brushed off the hands of the woman he had married for more than seven years.

“What kind of wife are you? Emphasize your career and never want to hear your husband say! Even you refuse to give me a child, for fear that your body is broken! What treasure am I giving you less, until you act as you please? I am ashamed of my family, they think I am barren, not you!” Farzan was furious, talking while pointing at Grisel's face.

Grisel, who had a grumpy and stubborn nature, immediately brushed off Farzan's pointing hand, before finally blowing anger.

“What? You want to say if you chose the wrong partner! It's only natural that I think about my body shape because I'm a model! Didn't you accept everything I asked before marriage, why now bring it up again? Or maybe you actually regret choosing me and still think about that Joya!” Unknowingly Grisel called Joya— ex-boyfriend Farzan while in college because it was too emotional.

Grisel is a model, all this time refused to get pregnant just because of the importance of career, but strangely every quarrel that occurred, Grisel always concerned-linked ex-lover Farzan into their problems, the former, the man himself never communicated with his ex.

Farzan was surprised to hear the words of Grisel, seven years of their marriage went, not once both quarrel and make up, but only this time Grisel brought up the name Joya after so many years passed.

“If you do think and accuse me like that, I will answer what is on my mind! Yes, I regretted choosing you back then, I regret leaving a very good Joya. If I could turn back the clock, I would choose to trust and vote with Joya!”

Farzan was tired of Grisel's attitude, when he met his extended family, the woman always pretended to be weak and feel helpless, and blamed Farzan if he could not make her pregnant. Now the man was too furious, because Grisel brought up the past, and still be hard not to obey his words.

Grisel was surprised by the gaping mouth of Farzan's words, now his anger level had reached the highest peak and was ready to explode.

The man came out of the room leaving Grisel, even ignoring the woman who was screaming like a ghost. Farzan kept stepping despite hearing the breaking noise because maybe Grisel slammed whatever was in the room.

The man opened his eyes after recalling the incident earlier, sighing violently as if the problem he was facing was so heavy. Sometimes Farzan also felt sorry for ever hurting a very good girl. However, regret is useless now, even the word sorry alone can not be released Farzan to just be able to relieve his heart.

Farzan sat at the bar, downed the drinks he ordered, stared at the glass glass filled with light brown liquid, stared at the liquid that could always make him feel a little relieved.

“Until when will he realize?” Farzan smiled to himself, his patience all this time still could not make his wife aware.

Farzan took out a note, then put it on the table to pay for the drinks ordered. He never drank excess, because he realized that it was not good for his body.

On his way out of the club, Farzan accidentally breaks up with a woman, resulting in the woman's mobile phone falling.

“Sorry,” said Farzan, about to pick up the woman's phone but lost fast.

“No problem.” The woman did not turn her head to Farzan, but went straight into the club and ignored Farzan in the middle of the entrance.

For a moment Farzan was silent staring at the back of the formally dressed woman with shoulder-length hair. His sense of smell felt such a sweet smell.

“The aroma of his body is so sweet once.” Both corners of Farzan's lips were drawn upwards, inexplicably feeling like the smell of a woman's perfume who had no idea what her face looked like.