DIVORCE PAPERS
Advice from Irfan
Arka looked at the friend enthusiastically, handsome man CEO of a property company that is fairly successful at this age, really hope that his friend can give him advice that can ease his burden or even be the best solution.
"What should I do, Fan?".Tanya Arka was excited, impatient and filled with curiosity.
Irfan sighed softly, looking fixedly at his best friend with pity and panic that he failed to hide.
"The only thing you can do is try to be honest, to be honest. You have to tell me your reasons honestly why you want to end your love story with a wife who loves you so much. Given how your wife responds to your desire to divorce, I can judge that she prioritizes comfort, she gives you the widest opportunity to be honest, with nothing to cover. Ka, whatever your decision there must be a risk that you must bear. If you choose to be honest, disappointment, hurt and heartache will not be inevitable. Namu at least he feels you still appreciate him, trying your best for the common good. Although he was injured at least he knew that the man he loved so much was not a loser. You're still treating him with courtesy and releasing him and returning him to his guardians with respect. Similarly, when you choose to sacrifice your feelings, still survive as a priest who no longer loves his mother, choose to live with pretense as if nothing happened. It will backfire in your life, you must realize early on that what happened in your relationship and your wife is not healthy and if left to drag on it will be a time bomb that is ready to explode to hit and destroy your household
When there is no longer love in your heart for your mother, are you sure that one day there will not grow the seeds of love in the recesses of your heart in the figure of another woman?. When that happens you imagine how bad the wife who so glorified you, poured out her inner-born love for you and devoted her body soul to you. Are you branded as a depraved loser, cheat and traitor?. And it's hard for your wife to accept this treatment and your way even if she's willing to forgive you". Irfan's advice is full of emphasis. The highlight of his eyes implied decisiveness and sincerity.
Arka listened to every word that was thrown from the lips of his friend, his head once nodded confirming what was said by the wise figure in front of him.
"One more thing that must not escape your consideration is the existence of your son, Sifa. Don't let it be because of your selfishness that he's the victim". Sifa is still too small to understand your very position". Irfan reminded me.
Arka flinched, her face stiffened, she almost forgot the most important thing in her life. The impact that Sifa would experience was almost unthinkable to her
"Then I should how to minimize the impact that inevitably has to be experienced by my son due to our farewell decision later, Fan?". Pursue Arka panic.
"You can sit together, talk from heart to heart to discuss everything that can make Sifa comfortable and vice versa. If you choose to be honest, the two of you can still be good friends to care for, maintain and try your best so that Sifa does not feel like losing your figure as her parents".Irfan clearly gave an understanding.
Arka nodded, her eyes heated up, a clear grain poked at the end of her eyes and hurriedly wiped them with the back of her left hand.
"Whatever your decision is, I support it but I really hope you can be honest. It is more honorable for you and a form of respect also for your wife who has accompanied for 6 years with sincerity and patience as wide as the ocean". Irfan's advice is half persuaded. He commented on the thin smile as if encouraging for his best friend and boss.
Arka again took a slow breath, straightened her body and then exhaled her heavy breath violently.
Irfan's warm smile expands to see his best friend is much better, not shrunk earlier. His outstretched hand took the glass in front of him and sipped the white water until the toilet.
"Ok, the confided edition got here first, yeah. I'm going to pick up my cousin Lasmi and take her to pick up her dress at the boutique. I'm first yeah". Pamit Irfan while standing, patting Arka's shoulder as a form of support then stepped away leaving Arka who was still stuck alone.
Arka saw a round object on her wrist. His feet stepped to the cashier, paid his bills and with wide steps slid towards the parking lot, a moment later his luxury car drove towards the mosque which sounded glorifying the greatness of the creator.
Arka held four rakaatnya in the leading shap mingle with people from various circles. The worshippers had left the mosque one by one, but Arka was still busy doing zikr. His hands were raised fervently praying for God to be given strength to face all his problems. In return, surrender the solution to the ruler of the universe. His tears were shed, his soul was fragile, yet he was unyielding in despair. Worked ba'diah dhuhur before he left the peaceful most peaceful place.
Cars driven by Arka split the highway through the city crowd to the office building Arka Jaya Group he managed.
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Tika set herself on the glass. Her lips expand with her distinctive smile to form a niche in both her cheeks, a dimple. He is trying to improve his appearance which may be able to improve the condition of his household. Honestly, divorce with Arka was a very scary thing for him. He loved the handsome man who had been his priest for 6 years. Maybe it will take a lifetime to be able to forget the figure of Arjuna in his heart.
The roar of the car broke through her eardrum, with enthusiasm and a smile that was always etched on her lips Tika passed out of her room, coming down the stairs so eagerly to greet her husband. Farhan and Murni who were sitting in the family room shook their heads while reviewing smiles and turning their eyes saw the behavior of Tika who never changed despite having sailed the household ark who for quite a long time, was so deft and enthusiastic in serving her husband.
"Be careful, madam. Like the old newlyweds don't just meet". Farhan sewot.
Tika did not deny just fattening her shoulders and smiling little. Her steps nimbly darted towards the door to greet her husband.
Laughter Arka and Sifa greeted Tika's eardrum when she was already standing on the terrace. The two people he loved so much seemed to be joking. Arka carried the body of the veiled little girl and anxiously kissed her. His daughter's amused laughter was ignored, until arriving at the soft greeting terrace Tika stopped Arka's steps, for a moment he was stunned. With the approaching sumringah Tika took her husband's briefcase and kissed the reverence on the back of her husband's hand. Arka kissed his wife's forehead as usual. They walked hand in hand with Tika hugging Arka's arm.