DIVORCE PAPERS
Arka

Arka receives a call from her personal assistant, Irfan. At that time he had landed his ass in a soft chair behind his desk. His face sumringah heard the report of his personal assistant that the project of building a magnificent apartment they were working on was 90 percent. The apartment built near the office area opposite the famous campus in the city of Indralaya is expected to provide multiple benefits later. Its location on the side of the east road will certainly be a special attraction for consumers.

Arka invites Irfan to have lunch together at a cafe near her office shortly before the phone call ends. He told Irfan there were things he wanted to convey to his personal assistant and his best friend. Irfan did not mind and agreed Arka's invitation.

Arka immediately finished the work piled up on her desk. For a moment he dissolved in his busy work as professional as possible sorting between personal interests and his work.

Arka saw the circular object in her hand repeatedly, repeatedly also she stared at the entrance but the person she was waiting for did not come. Stirring yes avocado juice favorite that only half, sucked slowly then his hand grabbed the phone lying on the table about to call but undone. His eyes were fixed on the pair of cafe guests who had just entered in a hurry and approached him while saying their regards.

"Sorry, brother. Been waiting a long time. I picked up my cousin earlier after the project". Irfan said after Arka answered his greeting. Arka nodded and reviewed the smile while putting her phone back on the table

"Include, Lasmi. This is my boss, Mr. Arka".Irfan introduced his cousin.

"Official. Nice to meet you, Mr. Arka". Said the beautiful woman with a sharp nose while cupping her hands. Take a quick look and go back.

"Call me Arka does not need to wear sir. Looks like we're the same age". Answer Arka too

cupping both hands.

"What message do you want?".Ask again after calling a cafe waiter.

"I didn't eat, yeah. I had lunch. I just want to buy fruit in the front garden there. When you're done, call, Fan! or just pick me up at the park. I like to sit on a park bench under a shady tree that grows in the middle of the garden. It feels good to sit there eating my favorite dish". Lasmi refused lunch along with a sparkling face.

Irfan nodded and agreed to the request of the beautiful woman with a big nose that had a wide hijab. He also advised his cousin to be careful and promised to pick him up at the park when they finished their lunch.

Lasmi steps her foot out of the cafe after nodding at Arka and please leave.

The two of them then enjoyed their lunch with the same menu, pindang gotugan. Both of them ate voraciously no sound just sounding clanking spoon that clashed with the plates and bowls where their dishes. Arka finished the meal first and sipped his avocado juice to the toilet.

"What's wrong? is there something you want to tell me?". Irfan said after swallowing his last mouthful and drinking a glass of water.

Irfan returned Arka's gaze which made Arka misbehaved.

Arka closed her eyes and exhaled loudly until her cheeks were swollen.

"I....". Arka was silent for a moment, bowing her head and stacking both her hands on the table.

Raised his head and stared fixed his personal assistant as well as his closest friend was clingy.

Irfan frowned, his eyes narrowed, astonished by the behavior of his boss who thought it was strange. Folded his hands over his stomach, his head turned to the left waiting for his boss to continue.

"I want to confide in you. Do you think I'm wrong to want a divorce. I feel that my love for my wife is fading, my heart is breaking when I see her loving me so much, I can repay her love by acting like I love her so much but my heart can't, the love that used to stir more and more days subsided until almost nothing was left. I love him but I no longer love him. The more I tried to survive the more guilt cornered me. I'm like her husband's a loser who's playing with a wife's feelings. He was always eagerly overwhelmed with twists of happiness and a heart flowered when he welcomed me, served me and bestowed so much love in the blessings of our household. I was afraid that one day he would be disappointed to find that I had lost my taste for him". Arka sighed slowly and exhaled violently.

Irfan was stuck listening to the curses of his best friend and boss, he tried to pull the common thread of the problems that are facing the number one person in his company. Irfan did not respond to anything that the beautiful-looking man had said before him. Once his eyes narrowed and his forehead wrinkled the sign that he really listened to the curses of his boss and understood how hugging the problems he was facing.

"If you think my love for my wife is receding because there is another woman enthroned in my heart, that's a big mistake. I'm not in love with another woman. This is purely my feeling that somehow there is no longer a sense of longing when we are far apart, no longer there is a vibration of love that sparks the sparks of romantic passion when meeting all feels bland and ordinary. When I tried to fall in love with her again, I felt my soul run down. My love has gone out without my control. I always tried not to show my love that had worn off on him but instead my little heart revolted and accused me of being a hypocritical man, who deliberately gave false hope. Even though I had eroded my love and almost finished but it felt unable if he hated me because I fooled ya by pretending to love him very much. Especially when he said that he fell in love with me many times. My heart is broken to pieces. At that time I was trying to make my heart for her. Drowning my ego so that it doesn't know the reality of how I feel that's no longer the same. Maybe today I can still hide my fear that is no longer in love with her but what if one day I fall in love, my heart is attached to another woman who is able to arouse and ignite the passion of my love to rise again. Will I be able to control my already turned race". Arka again sighed slowly and exhaled quickly, her eyes softened. His left hand stretched out across his face and rubbed it until his head went up and down for a while.

"When a mother, a wife and a good woman she deserves to be happy, Fan. He deserves sincere love from the person who really loves him, not from a person like me who pretends to still love him very much even with the reason to keep his feelings. Not only was Tika the victim of PHP but I also had to sacrifice myself by dissolving into the wave of falsehoods of love that I created myself. Really sad, isn't it?.Please give me a suggestion, Fan, so that I can enjoy my life without being overwhelmed by the misgivings and guilt and fear that always lurks my every move drowning in protracted lies. Please give me input so that I and Tika can live comfortably, happily and lovingly". Said Arka ended his curses. His eyes looked at the man before him who was analyzing his curses and trying to string the right words to help him.

Irfan hasn't opened his voice yet. His head was throbbing thinking of a way out for the problem of his beautiful boss. Indeed, he did not expect the problems faced by successful property entrepreneurs were so strange. The man grunted softly.

"There's only one way you can solve this problem but...". Irfan hung up his words like not sure if Arka would do it or not.