DIVORCE PAPERS
A Tale of the Beginning of Love
Tika is getting ready to go take care of her boutique, today she left early because today is the end of the month where there will be a lot of work to be done, she has to check the stock report of the warehouse, she has to check the stock report, pemesana and parts of production, closing data and payroll data for boutique employees and make sales statistics which are indicators of the amount of profit butikiknya this month. The boutique manager makes a detailed report and the report will be checked directly by him.
Having two boutiques located in a very strategic place really makes his energy and mind drained, fortunately he is helped by good, alert and reliable employees. But it is also comparable to the benefits he gets so often he sets aside some of his profits to give his employees bonuses and of course does not forget to give alms.
With a spirit Tika walked out of her room, descending the stairs elegantly. Her appearance is very simple even though she is the wife of a successful young entrepreneur and has two boutiques whose brands are very liked by consumers. Tika wears a plain maroon robe combined with a wide headscarf decorated Brooch which is related to the left side of her chest. Her graceful steps approached Sarmi mbok who had just finished mgepel and was wiping furniture in the family room. He did not see his mother and his daughter, Sifa.
"Are you leaving, Mom?". Tanyabok Sarmi while looking.
"Yes, mbok". Tika smiled and stopped her steps. His eyes were sweeping around him looking for the two people he loved so much.
"Where's mom and Sifa, mbok. How lonely?".Ask Tika.
"So Rahma's mom invited Sifa to play in the back garden, ma'am". Reply to Mbok Parmi who has finished his work.
"Oh yes. Then let's just say I go to the boutique yes, mbok. For dinner later I ask you to make a kale oseng mixed with anchovy and beef soup, mbok. The material still has its stock in the refrigerator. Don't forget to ask me what side dish to make?". Pinta Tika at length.
Mbok Sarmi nodded in understanding and assented, Tika stepped towards the exit and a few moments later heard the sound of the car moving away.
Tika drove his car casually but occasionally overtake some montor riders and cars in front of him. The goal is a boutique that sells branded handbags and other women's accessories. The murotal flow became his favorite friend, as a coolant of his heart that was in turmoil.
Tika got off her luxury car after parking it perfectly. With grace his footsteps took him into a boutique that was already crowded by customers who were choosing the goods they wanted by being served by very friendly employees.
Employees and customers greeted him with friendly smiles. Many customers already know the owner of the boutique. Its friendly and courteous carrying becomes a special attraction for customers to spend a lot of their money by shopping at this boutique.
"What do you want your mom to drink?". Ask Riska, his personal assistant.
Tika looked at the pile of reports already waiting on the table for her to check and sign. Put the bag on the left table and sit down. His hands deftly examined the report file carefully and thoroughly.
Tok tok tok tok
"Come in". Tika.
"Assynoga".Said Riska, carrying a tray of hot oranges that were still steaming and welcoming Tika.
"Thank you, Ris. Oh yes, Ris. Are all these reports on my desk?". Ask Tika before Riska leaves.
"Already, mom. I have made sure all reports have been prepared by the managerial just waiting for the approval of the mother". Answer the beautiful assistant.
"I have also directly checked the stock of warehouses and production parts to ensure that orders that must be completed mid-next month are completed and ready to be shipped without constraints on materials and production.
Tika nodded her head and brandished her two thumbs and smiled with satisfaction. Riska also resigned herself after allowing Tika to drink hot oranges made earlier and reciprocated the friendly nod of her beautiful boss. Tika looked at his assistant's back until it disappeared behind the door and resumed its work, struggling with the pile of reports by occasionally giving scribbles and drinking hot oranges that had begun to cool, until it sounded azan dhuhur reverberate. The graceful woman also stopped her work and fulfilled her obligations at the mosque which was deliberately provided to make it easier for herself and her employees to worship. After performing the dhuhur prayer Tika enjoyed the lunch that had been provided for him in his room, then again completed his task until shortly after he finished checking the last report on his desk and immediately put his signature.
Tika came out of her branded bag boutique at around two in the afternoon, although tired she still seemed excited, eager to face her future that she did not know what it would be like?, she will be a single parent for her only daughter. His rough breathing implied a deep burden of thought was struggling in his brain. She is motivating herself to be ready and strong whatever her husband will say. He also vowed not to curb any Arka will including carving their household nosedives. He did not want to be a burden on Arka. He did not want Arka to pretend part for his sake. He did not want to be selfish even though he loved Arka so much. He was actually wondering why Arka wanted a divorce with him. Whereas Arka who came with his own will ask permission for his late father to be redacted, even without his prior consent which was not too close because Tika greatly limited his association with the adam. At the beginning of their meeting was in a charity event organized by their campus, Tika and Arka who incidentally is an activist became the reason they often met and slowly another growing courage Arka to meet the late father of Tika as a form of seriousness to invite his daughter to the guarantee after he finished his education. Gayung together, Tika who actually does hold admiration for the figure of the sholeh man who has stolen his heart. He nodded his head timidly as his late father asked for answers to the man's intentions of making him his life companion and queen. Arka also brought his parents to propose officially and a month later the agreement was carried out so majestically. Arka gave her 200 million dowry and the luxury car that still faithfully accompanies her today. He also gave Tika a luxury home that had been made in Tika's name as a wedding gift that they were now in.
Tika drove her car with a carefree heart, she wondered and guessed what had happened to her household. Disbelief kept on stirring his mind, why Arka wanted them to divorce. During 6 years of building a household he felt nothing unusual let alone trigger a divorce. Sentence after sentence thrown from the mouth of Arka last night was ambiguous and very confusing. It was very clear in his eyes how the man who had been his priest seemed to be really down and very fragile as if he was mired in a very deep abyss and needed help. The longer Tika felt her brain was about to explode, the crush of her burden was so deep just from hearing one word from the person she adored and loved 'divorce'. Never thought though in a dream even if he would decide to become a widow even at a very young age. A very sad reality to live with.
Tika parked her car in front of a boutique displaying various models of luxury clothing from simple but elegant to glamorous looks, pampering consumers from various circles. His clothing store seemed to be crowded with visitors, seen from how busy the boutique waiters were giving greedy and best service to consumers.
As usual, the friendly greeting of the employees welcomed his arrival. As done in her branded bag boutique, Tika immediately stood by her task of checking reports accompanied by her favorite cup of hot oranges, forgetting for a moment the burden of the mind that was eating away at her mind.