After Marriage
Great Quarrel
"What does this all mean, Mom! Why is there a picture of Anha here!" the Goddess shouted loudly while crying.
Ikram was speechless, unable to say what because all of this was the reality.
It's true, no matter how much someone is hiding something. It will smell too.
Ikram closed his eyes for a moment, spitting his forehead because his head felt dizzy impromptu.
“So this is the reason you, huh, ngizinin not me enter here because here you nyimpen photos of your ex-wife, Mas?! Very nice, yes, Mas you do mein this same me!” shouted the Goddess as her hands gripped her husband's shirt.
The Goddess cried sadly, she felt cheated for the actions of the Kram. As if he did not remember how the pain that used to be felt by Anha when he caught himself having an affair with Ikram at the hotel at that time.
“Jawab, Mom! Why are you just being fucked! Explain this all to me,” said Dewi as she sobbed and hit the chest of Ikram demanding an explanation.
Ikram knows, gradually this will all be revealed as well. Yes already, because he has been found out then it is better now Ikram blakan just say everything to the Goddess.
Ikram released the grip of the hand of the Goddess on his front t-shirt and held his hand so as not to hit him again. But it was brushed aside violently by the Goddess.
“Iya. What you see is real. I did deliberately digunci this room and did not allow anyone to enter because there is a photo of Anha here.”
The goddess did not believe what her husband had just said. Even Ikram said it eloquently as if he had no sin at all.
“You are crazy, yes, Mas.”
With reddened eyes and soreness, the Goddess looked at her husband with a broken feeling instead of playing from within.
“Iya. I have nothing else to hide from you,” said Ikram as he leaned over to take a photo of Anha kept at his desk.
A photo he usually sees when he finishes his office work.
Not only that which makes the feelings of the Goddess even more sick and broken to pieces.
The sentence of further explanation that came out of her husband's lips was as if it turned into an invisible dagger that pierced the heart of the deepest Goddess.
“I'm still in love with Anha. I can't forget him.”
The Goddess's cry is now growing sobbing. How could her husband say that to her? Saying if she loves another woman is as bright as this.
It was even better that the Goddess had not entered this room alone. Then he would definitely not be hurt.
Ikram did not care about the Goddess who was crying and shouting did not accept in front of him.
He even cares more about his room which is now a mess instead of playing this.
About the feelings and unacceptable Goddess because she still likes Anha, it is not her business. Ikram doesn't care.
Ikram scratched his head. Look around.
Damnit. After this he had to ask Siti to clean up the mess that his wife was doing.
“I'm talking to you again, Mas!” shouted the Goddess screeched the ears of Ikram. This woman is really noisy.
“Why, anyway?” Ikram said tiredly. One problem is not finished yet, why are there other problems.
“I'm your wife, Mas. Why are you saying this to me? I don't accept it, Mom, you giniin me?”
The goddess held onto her chest which felt very sick and very tight.
Though he hoped that Ikram would not care at all about him. Dewi wished Ikram to hug her or say sorry and plead with her.
But in reality the Goddess is too grandiose.
Instead of apologizing or hugging the Goddess. Ikram even said a sentence that instead of being a reliever of his pain but even said a sentence that hurt him even more.
“How's it going? You don't accept?”
“Yes, obviously I don't accept, Mom! Any wife who accepts that her husband likes a bitch like her!”
Ikram looked at the still crying Goddess with a sharp look and her jaw hardened. It was as if it did not accept if the Goddess was talking to Anha with such a harsh sentence.
“Keep if you don't accept, what do you want? Want a divorce, is that it?”
Will be very grateful for Ikram when the Goddess said his words.
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