Ballad First Wife
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“Not home?” The goddess surprised me who was sitting looking at my first divorce summons. I glanced at the round thing on my wrist.

“It's afternoon huh?!” muttered.

“Not yet, it's still dawn.” The goddess made me smile.

“That's what?” The goddess pointed at the brown envelope I was holding. I showed him the envelope.

“Religious court?Divorce trial?” ask again.

I'm nodding.

“When?”

“Tomorrow. I need a license for tomorrow's hearing.”  I said and handed the white envelope with my license to the Goddess.

“Lha?You can face Mr. Alan right now. He hasn't come home yet! Still languishing in his room.”

So Alan hasn't come home yet.

“Nitip only yes!Please!” I begged the Goddess.

Dewi furrowed her brows, “You quarreled?” tanyanya full of search.

“Ngak!” my answer is short, “Only I'm reluctant later if he asks.” My elak.

“Oooo.” The Goddess' lips were festering but her eyes were staring in disbelief at my reason. He took the envelope

white and took him out. I shook my head looking at his level who liked that sladar sludur.

I was about to stater my bike when I heard my phone ring. I took my post from the bag and saw Alan's name on it. I returned my phone with no intention of picking up Alan's call. Finally my phone stopped.  But a few moments later, he was back again.

Basic Alan. He did not give up either. Sorry Lan if I'm being strict this time. I don't want you

wronging my good attitude.

I let my phone keep ringing. I turned on my motor and headed home. Along the way my phone ringing doesn't stop. Every time it stops, it will sound again. I pulled my bike over

and stopped to check my phone.

“Kak Salman.” I muttered when I saw the call I heard from Brother Salman.

I'll call back right away.

“Assalamaicum, Ra! Can you pick me up?My car broke down on K Street, I called the party

workshop and soon they'll come and tow my car. So please yes! Pick me up!” pinta Salman's.

“Waalaikumsalam, Yes brother!” I answered short and ended the call. “Why did Salman call me?Why not Alan?” muttered. “Ah. I'll pick him up.”

I drove my bike to K Street. Not long after that, I got to K Street. From afar

I could see Salman's car pulled up by the side of the road. The closer I saw clearly Brother Salman who was taking shelter under a tree. He wears a white shirt with his arms rolled up. Two top buttons left open. The bottom of his white shirt was stuffed into old ash-colored material pants that were tied up with

leather coir. Her hair was a little messy from the wind. Sister Salman's performance that afternoon was truly masculine.

“Why car, Brother?” my many pleasantries dispel my nervousness.

“Ne do not know Ra. Suddenly I broke down. Here's what a rental car is.” He answered while approaching me. “Accept

thanks for coming.”

I'm nodding.

“I called Alan earlier, but he didn't pick up. Maybe he is busy.”kata Sis

Salman.

Busy what angry.inku.

“Ra!” call Brother Salman jerking me who is daydreaming considering the incident with Alan in the office

earlier.

“Yes, Brother?” reply stammered.

“What daydream?” Kak Salman asked as his hand held the handlebar of my motorcycle.

“Not there, Brother.” I answered while sliding my hand because our hands were close together. I bowed no

dare to look at Salman.

“Well it's them!” brother Salman made me look up. I saw I saw a tow truck

driving towards us and behind the tow truck was another black car that looked like Alan's. But when the tow truck pulled over to us, the black car just passed by.  I stared at the car's departure to see if it was Alan's.

Why can you forget yes, how many license plates Alan's car number.

“Come Ra!” bring Brother Salman.

“Ha?Where's Kak?” manywould be surprised.

“Return. Come down!I'll drive.” Brother Salman took over my motorcycle handlebar. He went up and I sat behind him.

“Handle Ra!” the Prince Salman.

“So Kak.” My answer. I'm holding on to the back of my bike, “Don't speed up Brother! I'm scared

speed.” My love.

“Ya.” Salman replied short.

We drove through breaking down afternoon traffic. Brother Salman rode my motorcycle leisurely.

“Home where, Fir!!” brother Salman's scream offset the noise of the vehicle passing by.

“In housing X, Kak.” My answer.

“Ok.” Reply Brother Salman. He then drove the motor to my house.

“Kak! Isn't Salman going to the hotel?” my many.

“Ngak. I'll drive you. Then my bike took me home. Can it?”

I'm nodding. I know Brother Salman can see my nod through the rearview mirror.

“So this is your home?” brother Salman said as he looked at my home.

“Iya. Not as big as Salman's house, right?” my answer.

“Large house does not guarantee to be happy, Ra. Can I come in?”

“Eee.sorry Brother. I'm alone so it's not good that Brother Salman comes in. Fear of neighbors.”.

“Yes. I understand.” Salman smiled. “Ok. I went back to the hotel first. Oh yeah, Ryan's not in

a home?I want to know that kid.”

“Ryan is in sister. Usually out of magrib I'll pick him up.”

“Then, magrib I'm here. We'll pick up Ryan.” Said Brother Salman.

“No need Brother. Ryan will take my brother. Anyway I'm a lot of work.” Reject me.

Brother Salman nodded,”Alright. I'm saying yes!”

“Ya.”

“Assalamualaikum,Ra.”

“Waalaikumsalam,Kak.”

Salman turned the motor and drove away from my house.

 I went in and went straight to the room to change clothes and take a shower. Long enough I soak in warm water to relax my tense muscles.  After feeling refreshed, I ended my bath. I put on my kimono towel and came out of the bathroom.

“You?!!” I was shocked when I saw Mas Andre standing by the bathroom door. I'm trying to get back in

the bathroom, but late. Andre pulled me until I hit his body. He then pushed me on the bed and pushed me.

I'm in a fight with all my might.

“You!Dare you sue for my divorce huh?!” mas Andre. He pulled my kimonu open and exposed my plain body. Andre tried to kiss my chest.

“Takkk!! Release him!!You've been yelling at me. You no longer deserve my body!!” shout at me while continuing to thrash. Andre didn't bother me, he kept trying to fuck me very rudely. I'm still trying to escape while yelling at Mas Andre.

“Let go of me, Mas!!!Let us not sin!!” my yelling. “Let go of me!!”

BRAKKK

My bedroom door was broken from the outside. Me and Andre looked over. I saw Brother Salman standing with red eyes and an angry face staring at us. He then approached and gripped Mas Andre's shirt until Mas Andre's body was stunned backwards. Then Brother Salman slammed his fist into the face of Mas Andre. Andre was silent until he hit my dresser,. Andre balled Brother Salman by throwing objects on my dresser.

I pulled out the blanket and covered my entire body. Also wrapped it in my head. Only my eyes were seen watching the fight between Mas Andre and Brother Salman.

My body trembled.I was completely frightened by the attitude of Mas Andre who was about to rape me.

“Who are you?Interfere with people's affairs huh?!” mas Andre.

“I'm his friend.” Answer to Salman. “Hur husband candidate.” He continued.

My eyes widened to hear Brother Salman's reply.

“Hahahahaha.” Andre laughed with applause. “Great you are Fira. Our divorce trial is only tomorrow, but you've prepared a future husband. Ck Ck Ck. Turns out you're a bitch too.” Ejek Mas Andre's. Then he looked at Brother

Salman was still looking at her with a look of wrath. “You want my ex? Take. I've satisfiedsss.” Andre approached and patted Salman's shoulder. “Take. He's very scrumptious. Hahahaha.” Mas Andre's laughter came to a halt as Brother Salman's fist again lodged in his stomach. Salman grabbed her shoulder and pushed her against the door.

“Go you!!! Don't gang up on Fira. You're divorced!”   firmly, Brother Salman.

“If I don't want to?” Andre smiled mockingly.

“Will I tell people to rape your young wife.” Threatening Brother Salman makes a cynical face Mas

Andre changed. He then released the hand of Salman.

“This is not finished.” And Andre said and left.

Salman stood looking at Mas Andre.

“You all right?” tanyanya is still in the pose of my back.

“Iya.” Reply lirih.

“I wait for you outside.” Salman then came out while closing the door.

I got up and took off the blanket and got some clothes. Finish dressing I'm out to see Brother Salman

he sat quietly on the front sofa.

 Salman looked at me as I approached. I'm looking down embarrassed. Brother Salman must have seen my innocent body earlier. I sat in front of Salman. We are both silent. The atmosphere turned awkward.

“Ra.”

“Kak.”

We said together.

“You first!” the Prince Salman.

“Kok Brother Salman can come?” my many.

“It. I forgot to ask STNK for your bike. So I came back to ask for it. I was afraid that something would happen on the road. Taku's got a check on the papers. So I'm back.” Salman explained. “And when I came the turnstile was open and there was a bicycle. Then I just go in. As I was near I heard your screams. So I

keep coming in and knocking down your bedroom door. So.”

“Thank you Kak.” I'm lirih.

“Ra!”

“Iya, Brother?”

“Marry me.”

“Kak, we've already discussed it. I can't be a second wife.” My answer.

“You won't be the second wife, Ra. You're the first. I'm divorced from Elsa."

I looked up in disbelief at the handsome face of Brother Salman.