WRONG MARRIAGE
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Zalfa repeated the call, calling Arkhan.
“Ya, hello!” sahut Arkhan across.
“Arkhan, Mas Ismail's wedding has almost started, when do you come?”
“Hm?”
“Hm how?” zalfa growled in a low voice, but he tried to master his frustration so as not to rush on the phone.
“How to do today?”
The question made Zalfa almost swallow his phone round and round. Arkhaan….
“Yeah, Arkhan. So you forgot about her? Don't you remember when I stayed two nights in Mas Ismail's rash for what business? Of course for his wedding business is not?”
Arkhan just shut up. Only the man's breath could be heard. That breath every night became an interesting rhythm in Zalfa's ears.
“Arkhan, speak!”
“I have to talk what?”
Zalfa placed his palm on his forehead. Dizziness. He finally hesitated to discuss. “I'm waiting for your arrival.”
“Yes, I'll come. Now I take a shower first.”
A shower? Arkhan hasn't had a shower. What time will Arkhan come if he takes a shower? Zalfa's chest feels full and crowded. It was fortunate that Arkhan was not in front of her so that her slightly sharp nails did not claw at her husband's handsome face. At an event that Zalfa said was important, Arkhan found it trivial.
“So you haven't had a shower?” lirih Zalfa's.
“Exactly woke up because of your phone call voice.”
Zalfa closed his eyes for a moment. Must multiply the istighfar in order to remain patient and destroy emotions.
“Don't forget to invite Mama and Elijah,” Ooze Zalfa resisting annoyance.
“Ya.”
Zalfa felt like he wanted to pick Arkhan's ear, or knock the man's nose. Since then his presence was awaited, but he forgot about it.
Zalfa went back into the house, sitting among the guests watching the event. Qobul ijab starts shortly after the penghulu asks, “Does the event start.” And all concerned agree.
Just as Ishmael reached out and shook the hand of the ruler, a commotion brought his movement to a halt.
“Stop! Stopit! Don't forward!”
The hysterical sound makes a direct view towards the source of the sound. Atifa barged in, standing in the middle of the room with watery eyes, a puffy and wet face.
Whispers filled the room like a swarm of bees. All those present questioned Atifa's presence.
Zalfa stood up and approached Atifa, holding her arm tightly and trying to drag her out. “Leave this house! Don't make this show mess up!”
Atifa did not care about Zalfa's actions. His eyes were fixed on Ishmael. “This marriage is not legal! I don't want Mas Ismail to marry again! Why did you marry another woman? I think you still love me so much and hope to come back to me. I'm your wife, Mas.”
Ishmael standing. Calmly he said, “More precisely ex-wife. We've split up.”
“Mas, have you really forgotten me? Until finally now you even married your maid? ”
“Tini is nobler than a cheating woman like you. Sorry if I had to say this in front of people, you forced me to say it.”
“Neg. Notwithstanding. Your marriage is not legal. I won't let you marry again, Mom. I'm still your wife. I'm your wife.”
“You have no right to say that my marriage to Tini is not legal, we have no business anymore. We have separated.”
Ismail's assertiveness made Atifa clumsy and her face flushed instantly. Atifa collapsed and rested at Ishmael's feet crying.
“Mbak, please leave this house if Mbak's only destination is to mess with the event. It's a sacred event, please don't make a mess here!” the Pinta Ustad Bukhori.
Atifa did not care about Ustad Bukhori.
“Please, don't stay with me. I don't want you to marry another woman. I still love you so much.” Atifa held Ishmael's feet, making the man step back until his feet slipped from Atifa's grip.
“Pak, Mas, please take this woman outside! He just wants to fuck it up!” pinta Zalfa to some people around him.
“Please help, Sir. Just take it outside because it is a sacred event and can not play games,” continued Ustad Bukhori.
Spontaneously several men got up and dragged Atifa outside.
With all his energy, Atifa rebelled, wanting to escape the hands that dragged her. He also shouted that he was Ishmael's wife.
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