DIVORCE PAPERS
The Last Duties of a Wife

Sifa's father's embrace grew tighter and tighter, his repeated banging of my head that was still wrapped in a headscarf.

The rain is getting heavier, disguising our sobbing sobs that have not subsided as well. Our togetherness that was so happy unexpectedly had to end with a destiny that had a "divorce". Things that I never imagined at a glance would experience.

For a long time Sifa's father and I hugged each other, Our cries were not heard anymore, nor did the rain stop until it was late at night. I broke Sifa's father's embrace on my body even though I was actually very comfortable with this position.

Our eyes looked at each other and threw smiles at each other but then I threw away my eyes while smacking a smile like a young man who was dating. I lyrics with the tail of my eyes, Sifa's father laughed wide without broadcast to look at the pitch-black sky. His hand was still perched on my waist with the occasional swab of my shoulder.

"Bun....". Sifa's father's words broke the silence.

I'm looking. He was still looking straight ahead. I wait for the sentence to continue long enough, silent.The lips are still clenched not moving one bit. I sighed and looked back at the night.

"Bun, can't you give me one more chance. I will try to love you again. I asked you to give me a second chance for Dad". Sifa's father's whine gripped tightly onto my hand.

I stared straight through the pitch of the night. At first glance Sifa's father's words were an offer containing a solution but to me it sounded as a ploy and a falsehood which if I received meant I had to be ready to get hurt even deeper.

"Can you guarantee that you can love your mother again?. Can you guarantee that you will be happy if you stay by your side?. Can you guarantee you will not be tempted if you meet a woman who can shake the heart of the father and grow seeds of love?. Are you ready with the worries and excessive suspicion of the mother because the mother is very aware of keeping the heart of a husband who no longer has love is not a trivial matter?. Can you guarantee that you won't double?. If you can please give the mother a guarantee that can convince the mother that the second chance you give benefits our little family?". I asked in succession without seeing the expression on the face of the man who was still my husband.

Silence, seconds by seconds passed until it changed minutes there was no speech, only the sound of the night beast that did not tire - his boss was said in this pitch-black night.

"Dad will try, bun. I'm sure with the support of the mother, the love of the father will return to bloom and thrive for the mother." Sifa's father replied trying to convince.

I smiled blandly without looking at the man by my side. He was too sure he could bring love to his heart for me.

"Father alone is not convinced by the success of the father's business how the mother can believe it". I said in a doubtful tone while looking at a glance.

"How can you say you're not sure of the effort you're going to put in. I'm sure, bun. Especially with the support of the mother". Sifa's father's light seemed to not accept.

"If you're sure, it doesn't take you long to take minutes to express your faith. It was already quite a clear fact that father was still doubtful and father's heart was not yet fixed on what father wanted to do". Reply menohok.

The man's mouth was immediately silenced, no matter what was in his mind, I lyrics from the tail of his eyes seemed he was bowed in shame and heaved a heavy sigh.

Sifa's father increasingly tightened his arms and arms, my heart warmed and hurt simultaneously. Indeed, I do not love anymore, my love still remains the same even more blazing penetrated into every corner of my heart and soul without leaving the slightest empty space. But the fear kept him from feeling too much love and the worry that he was playing behind me made me fall into the shadow of the fear of betrayal.

"I'm sorry dad, bun". The magic word relieving all the tension created was once again I heard.

He grabbed my body again and kissed me repeatedly my head. Until I dongkakan my head, my hands stretched out framing his face, gently rubbed his cheeks that had been wet by tears, eyes that look so hurt. Was she hurt to let me be a widow?. I tried to parse a smile even though it was not easy, the net we locked each other and for the umpteenth time it was*****my lips were once the candlestick. We were panting and without cueing my body.

"It's night, we're sleeping, yeah". Slowly aim.

My body is like a light cotton pad in its cradle, treading the steps to our quarrel, a soft mattress that bears witness to the warmth of cold nights.

"Bun, you're still using contraception, right?". Sifa's father asked a little strangely in my opinion as he laid me down slowly on our bed.

"Yes, it's supposed to be early next month for me to inject again". My mouth frowned confused.

"May I ask for the father's right one last time tonight". Say it in a hoarse tone.

Sifa's father's request made me shut up with my mouth gawking so surprised. As a woman who is still a wife, of course I cannot refuse her request. However, I do not want God to be angry for not obeying my husband. I want to part ways and leave good memories of our togetherness. Let me fulfill this duty for the last time, as your devotion to the husband and my love that has set its roots too deep for him.

I interrupted him with a faint smile that I put on. He also looked so happy, for a moment looked at me with eyes sparkling with passion, then peppered me with thanks many times.

"The balcony door hasn't been closed, yeah". Said telling him.

"Let's close dad later". Sifa's father replied with an increasingly husky tone of voice burning passion.

Tonight feels so beautiful I enjoy every inch of his touch, so delicious because he is still halal for me. Prayer does not forget it is pinned, and the night becomes a full night ******* as the rain that came back down colored the struggle of two humans until the sweat is lying behind a blanket that continues to move according to the rhythm of orgasm that we are kicking.

POVS. Tika end's

DON'T FORGET TO STOP BY THE AUTHOR'S SECOND NOVEL, ONE FOR TWO...ANYWAY EXCLAIMED....