DIVORCE PAPERS
Loss of Taste

Arka standing next to the window of his study, his eyes softly looked at the beauty of the city that was clearly visible from where he stood. His breathing snorted violently a sign of the heavy burden that was worrying his brain these few days was deeply disturbing his mind. The saturation that haunted him made his mind become confused. She felt that something was wrong with her household, exactly something was wrong with her heart. In the last few weeks, he felt that he had no taste for the wife he had edited 6 years ago, and the fruit of their love was 5 years old now.  I don't know why there is no longer a passionate longing when far away, the happiness of meeting after a day of work even the desire to touch his wife is no longer there, all feels empty. It was not that his heart had been transferred to another woman, it was absolutely not the reason. "Hah" grunts rough. His eyes turned to a flat, circular object on his left wrist, already showing at 04 p.m., a sign that his office clock was over.

His feet stepped closer to his desk and deftly dripped down his desk until it looked neat, his hands quickly snatching his stranded work coat propped up by his chair and wearing it. The key to his car and with a giant step walked to the exit while carrying his briefcase. His mind was still confused about the best decision he had to make regarding his household heresy. He hurriedly stepped onto the elevator door and pressed the ground floor button. It took him 5 minutes to get to the ground floor and head for the parking lot. Some people greeted him and bowed respectfully showing that his position in this company is not an arbitrary person, he is a CEO with a myriad of achievements as well as the owner of a property company he had pioneered a year before deciding to marry his wife, Tica.

With a broken heart Arka got into his car and before long the car was sliding pu left the magnificent office where he worked. His car was cruising at a moderate speed towards his residence, a mansion he presented to his wife, Tika finished the marriage contract as a wedding gift. Arka lives with her mother-in-law and sister-in-law, Farhan, who is single and works at a printing company, as a marketing manager. Her father-in-law has died since Tika was in college. 

Tika is actually the perfect wife, she is, gentle, sincere, independent and has 2 boutiques that have been managed from scratch, long before knowing Arka. He left for his boutique after preparing and serving the needs of Arka and Sifa and making sure Arka had left for his office. In the afternoon, Tika was home before her husband came, she and Sifa would greet her husband affectionately and lovingly. 

Arka's car entered the hallway to his house, until at the gate of a two-story luxury house honked several times, Mr. Sarmin, the security guard of his house also opened the gate in a row. "Thank you, Mr. Sarmin".Said Arka kindly while nodding her head. Mr. Sarmin replied with a nod of his head while smiling kindly. Arka put his car into the garage turned off his car engine but he did not immediately go down. Raised his head leaning against the steering chair, his eyes closed his forehead furrowing signifying how heavy his burden of life was. The exhale of his coarse breath while bowing his body on the wheel, his shoulders trembling with tears dripping, this pain of living in the blandness of love. The love that is lost now go nowhere?

Again he breathed a heavy breath, rubbing his face rough. With the body of a lunglai Arka out of his car. Walked lethargicly to the door of his house. At the press of the doorbell button, not how long the door was open. Tika smiled sweetly, took her husband's briefcase and grabbed her husband's hand while kissing him takdim. Arka kissed his wife on the forehead and hugged her, with a small smile on her lips. They both walked together. It is unseen the impression of Arka serving her role as her husband with torment. "Dad".Welcome Sifa to run towards her father. Arka released her embrace on Tika's back, smiling she was squatting to welcome her son's body and carried him into her arms. " Daughter daddy's so pretty". Say it while peeping Sifa's cheeks repeatedly. Sifa carried him and took him to sit on their living room sofa. Arka responds to Sifa's babble which she thinks is very adorable while occasionally giving her a peck on Sifa's cheek and forehead.

Tika looked at the two with a sumringah, thanksgiving in his heart and sincere prayers for the happiness of the two people he loved. "Daddy want to eat or shower first?".Tika asked with a smile. "Hm..ayah take a bath first, eat it up pray magrib all over".Reply Arka looked at his wife with a smile. "Bath first is sweet. "Arka kissed and rubbed her son's head in anxiety. Sifa simply returned a nod, then ran to her room. Arka's eyes stared at her son's back until he disappeared behind the door. His breath sounded heavy as he climbed up the stairs to the main room following his wife's step to save her briefcase. 

Arka turned the door lever of her room, saw Tika was preparing her clothes instead She turned her head to see a beautiful smile engraved on her lips."Take a shower, dad". He said as he approached Arka and helped take off the Arka suit and put it in a dirty basket in the corner of the room. "Thank you mother".Replied Arka smiling as she stroked the head of his wife who was covered in a wide headscarf and passed to the bathroom. Tika gave a small smile while shaking her head, as the sound of water gurgling from the bathroom Tika exited her room with a flowery heart to prepare their dinner. She was so happy her husband was still romantic even with small touches that made her fall in love with her husband many times. She felt very lucky to have a husband like Arka.

His steps felt light down the stairs to the kitchen, the melodious voice of his mother who was reading the Qur'an in her room which was right next to the stairs. His heart felt peaceful, sholawat chants could be heard from his lips accompanying his steps towards the kitchen. Deftly stared at the cooking that had been cooked earlier with mbok Parmi at the dining table. After all he was ready to go back to his room to prepare himself for the magrib prayer as the sound of tarhim echoing from the mouthpiece of the mosque near his house. At the end of the stairs he crossed with Arka who was going to the mosque to perform congregational prayers. "Father to the mosque first mother".pronounced Arka answered a nod, reviewed the smile of the two and passed.

After dinner, Tika and Arka teach Sifa to read the Qur'an and continue chatting in the family room. Ms. Rahma, Tika's mother has entered the room and is heard being sadarus, a habit she always does before the time of Isya. While Farhan, the cool virgin younger brother Tika is there overtime in his office.  Sifa seemed enthusiastic about telling her daily life, occasionally Tika and Arka responded to the babble of their baby while menoel, stroking kiss and pinch the small nose of the cheeks and head covered with hijab like his mother. The night is getting late Tika also invites her daughter to sleep. After making sure Sifa was sleeping, Tika rushed into her room, smiling to find her husband already sleeping with his hands on his forehead. He noticed the handsome face that her husband lovingly held, infinite gratitude chanted in his heart for the gift of God who had sent a priest as perfect as his Arka, his husband. Tika sat by the bed, her hands outstretched caressing her husband's cheeks, peeling him at a glance and passed into the bathroom.Without realizing it Arka opened his eyes and looked at the nanar of his wife's back. His heart is sore, he is very aware of his wife's love sincerely more and more stirring days very different from himself, his love is increasingly receding, his love is increasingly receding, he said, dimming may even have disappeared although it is undeniable that unfortunately still remains perched in his heart for the mother of his son, the woman he loved a few years ago. 

      Moments later Tika came out of the bathroom with ablution water still dripping, but, performed prayer isya solemnly without knowing there is a pair of eyes that pay attention to it with a feeling that is difficult to describe with words. Arka rose to walk towards the window, hands moved open the window hinges, and the cold night wind burst into his body. His eyes looked at the beautiful night decorated with lights as if giving a reminder that the dark night must also end with time and the rising of the Surya who is in charge of illuminating the world.

"Dad, what did you notice?" Tika squinted her eyes while looking fixedly at her husband.

"Tonight is very beautiful, though dark but the luminous glow of the lamp is like the sheen of a pearl that gives a speck of hope that dark is not forever, the bright bright sunlight will welcome as the dark night erodes." Sahut Arka while turning his face, staring out the window, enjoying the beauty of the night. 

With her side of her body on the side of the window, her hands alms and her eyes were still staring out the window, I don't know what she was watching. Tika approached her husband, he leaned his head on her shoulder and stared into the darkness of the night. Arka released the link of her hand and hugged Tika's shoulder and carried her into her arms. He peed his wife's forehead. Tika smiled slightly with her husband's behavior. The small touch always made her love more uncontrollable to her husband. Raised his head, Arka still set his eyes out the window enjoying the night. Tika was glued there was a heavy weight stroke from the glower of her face and the look in her husband's eyes. She stretched her husband's arms and caught his face . With both hands, she directed her husband's face to face him so that their eyes sat against each other, there was a scar highlighted Arka's eyes and it made Netra Tika wrinkled.

"Darling, what are you really thinking?.

Will you share the burden with me?". Ask Tika.

Arka did not answer Tika's question, he took her hand, kissed her repeatedly until her tears fell unstoppable again. Drawn Tika's body to embrace perfectly.

"I'm sorry, mom. Forgive father". Said Arka sniffling.

Tika was confused by her husband's reaction, but left until her husband's cries subsided.  After Arka calmed down, Tika tried to break away from her husband's embrace but unexpectedly Arka tightened her embrace and returned to her hugging. He felt a kiss crammed on the top of his head that had been flooded with the tears of her husband.

"Dad, tell me what problems you're having, don't panic, baby. Mommy will do anything to help ease dad's burden." Persuade Tika to panic.

Tika remained with the position of the Ark. Arka tried to stop his crying, his chest was painful, should he be honest with his wife. He was afraid to hurt the woman who loved him so much. For a moment he took a deep breath and exhaled it violently.

"Ak..I want us to divorce, baby". said Arka blazed while closing her eyes, shed more tears.