DIVORCE PAPERS
Aamyn

Ting tong's....Ting tong's....Tong

Again, the sound of the doorbell of the house sounded a sign of a guest who was visiting.

"Who's visiting this early. Tumben". Pure Ma'am asked with a frown and narrowed eyes.

"Well, once every eight o'clock there's someone coming or are you two making a promise to someone maybe?". Farhan asked his two brothers and compactly answered with a headband.

l "Let me open the door, you guys just continue eating it". Farhan continued sprightly as Tika was about to move from her seat.

Without waiting any longer Farhan took his steps towards the door to welcome the guests who came so as not to wait any more

When the leaves of the intuition were already wide open, standing in a handsome man with a well-built body filled with the very recognizable Farhan. His smile perfectly expanded showing off a row of clean white teeth and neatly arranged. He carries a black plastic crackle that is quite large.

"What a dream last night the assistant lord Arka Jaya visited so early". Guyon Farhan laughs.

"Assalamualaikum, mr. manager. Already the manager forgot to say hello and send in this uninvited guest". Reply Irfan with a guyonan as well.

Farhan returned Irfan's greeting while laughing crisply patting his eel. Then bring him in.

"You can go to Irfan". Distrust Farhan, pat Irfan's shoulder slowly.

The two stepped together and sat comfortably on the sofa in the living room. Farhan invites Irfan into the dining room and offers him to take breakfast first, but politely Irfan refuses.

"Non Which nature, yes. Here's the order's done". Irfan said pointing to the plastic crackle he brought earlier.

Farhan scrunched his forehead, he was very curious about the contents of the plastic appointed by Irfan.

"What the hell is it, I can see" asked Farhan inquisitively.

"It should be okay. If you feel any doubt, just call non Sifa, it's safer." Irfan answered with a solution.

"The cute girl is still having breakfast, it's okay I want to see what this plastic is about". Farhan rejected Irfan's subtle suggestion

Farhan immediately reached out his hand to open the black plastic crackle that was on top of the sofa between himself and Irfan. A fancy photo album with a neatly formed three-color ribbon, pink, blue and green is the favorite color of Arka, Tika and Sifa. Clearly emblazoned with a friendly photo of her little brother's family, the smile expands meaningfully as he reads a line of words with gold ink at the bottom of the photo using a capital letter that reads "ARKA'S HAPPY FAMILY".

Arka's sister-in-law's heart warms, she feels very grateful that the feelings of anxiety that haunt her and her mother to this extent have not been proven.

" Of Irfan, Assalamualaikum". Sifa greeting, greeting the hand that Irfan extended.

"Wih, niece om is getting prettier, nih". Irfan answered while menoel nose of a small girl hooded marun in line with the robe he wore.

"He he .... Thank you, om". Sifa replied happily.

The little girl's eyeballs narrowed as her net was adrift with the large, white photo album Farhan was looking at. His footsteps made the distance between himself and his beloved om almost no more.

"Well, that's Sifa's photo album. Thanks Farhan, it's jos". Sifa's comment turned to Irfan and pointed two thumbs at once.

Irfan just smiled thinly and gave his Kananya thumbs up in front of his face to respond to the happy speech of his boss' daughter.

Sifa's eyes shifted back to focus on the white photo album in her hand, her fingers were busy flipping through the sheets featuring Arka's photo, Tika and herself in various intimate and intimate poses.

Farhan again could only smile merrily at the carefree hue framing the cute and adorable face of the little boy before him. His heart throbbed in pain remembering what was now happening to the boy's parents. Unwillingness rippled from the deepest corner of his heart.

"Sifa wanted these photos to be printed big and then taxed in every corner of our house, but said the father of the angel of grace did not want to enter the house that there are pictures or photos of life so Sifa had the idea of the photo was packaged into an album. Cool is it Sifa's idea?". Celoteh Sifa prided herself.

Farhan grabbed his nephew, stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head affectionately.

"He was his nephew, Farhan". Said his uncle who was greeted with Irfan's wide laughter and spoiled laughter Sifa.

"May your family always be in peace". Farhan's prayer was sincere, embracing the little body of his nephew with a million feelings of love.

Sifa and Irfanan guaranteed Farhan's prayer, but Irfan's chest was rumbling.

As they chatter, Arka and Tika emerge from the living room door and join the living room.

"Well, what are you guys talking about? it's kind of fun, isn't it?". Tika asked with her special smile.

"Yes, how exciting?". Timpal Arka.

Sifa immediately greeted her parents and dragged their hands to sit next to Farhan. His mother's father was happy to follow his daughter's will.

"Dad mom's here, deh. Look at the photo album. Totally according to Sifa's wishes. Thanks, huh?". Say Sifa enthusiastically.

He brought his face closer to his father and mother until his tiny lips landed softly on the cheeks of two people he loved so much.

"Om Irfan is great, just last night Sifa asked the father, the cap cus in the morning was immediately so". Babe Sifa with her innocent face.

"What a great thing is dad, son. I just asked for Irfan, it's already so". Said Arka proud, greeted boisterous laughter.

Tika and Arka were stunned to see an album being extended to them. There was a silent glint within the look of their eyes. At the brink of discomfort that began to eat away at the souls of both. Slightly treated with a smile of happiness Sifa who never parted from his face. The three dissolve in admiration the beauty of the photo album they are looking at.

Irfan and Farhan are engrossed in watching the small family's interactions with their respective viewpoints and mindsets.

Irfan could see that the little family was so romantic, it was not worth it when it was called being on the verge of destruction. He hoped that the Arka's curse was only a momentary emotion that has now returned to normal.

Farhan thought wandering, he imagined that if his father was still alive he would be very happy, the only daughter he so loved was very happy with his small family. The husband who is handsome, successful, kind, caring, loving and who is so important to love her is now his. Even with a little girl who is so beautiful, polite and intelligent is also a treasure that her brother must be grateful for.

Mbok Sarmi and Bu Murni came to them with a tray of snacks and fresh fruit ice. Mbok Sarmi put a bowl of fruit ice on each person. Then went inside to finish the job.

"Let's drink, son Irfan! This is our own ice. From my own garden again". Mum Pure is friendly while stirring a bowl of fruit ice that looks so tempting on Irfan.

"Thank you, mom". Reply Irfan received the gift of Pure Bu with a perfect smile.

Pure eyes glistened to see a beautiful album in the hands of Arka, Tika and Sifa. He moved closer to the three.

"What a cool thing, O Allah, thank you for the happiness of my grandchildren so that their household life will last until death separates. Everyone assures her hard except for Arka and Tika. Tika's hand suddenly clasped Arka's hand tightly. Arka who was originally bowed was a little surprised and immediately raised her face to look at the face of his wife who was looking at him as well. With still staring at each other rising smiles from the lips of the couple who are still legitimate to be husband and wife.

"Aamiineni". They both at the same time.