Forced to Be an Actor
Divorce Me

 “Now I will prove if you are indeed an unholy woman,” roughly the man dropped our bodies. I immediately felt that something was being split there and I cried out in pain but the man was getting happier when

seeing that I was suffering and she was even faster to push her body back and forth to the beat and now everything I was guarding had been forcibly taken by my husband in a way I never imagined before.

After being content to do what he wanted the man immediately lay beside me without letting go of the ties in my hands. I cried without even looking at his face. I really hate Mas

Sadam, I hate that guy for doing this to me whether he's satisfied now that I'm innocent. I was about to stand up but could not because Mas Sadam tied my hand with a rope and tied the rope firmly on the bed so I could not move to escape from it.

I began to feel this view getting blurred and these beads became heavier until I finally entered into the dream realm after crying for quite a long time.

I slowly opened my eyes when I felt someone

trying to untie the rope in my hand, my eyes felt heavy maybe because of swelling due to crying too long last night. I immediately grabbed the blanket to cover my body from the man-my husband's gaze.

“Sorry, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it that way last night,” I stood up from the bed but I felt my legs limp and the pain down there the more I grimaced the pain of feeling pain mixed with emotion when the shadow of how brutal the man was during touching me.

“Let go of me,” after talking I immediately brushed off Mas's hand

Sadam was holding my body. I slowly walked into the bathroom without looking at her at all, but I saw her face feeling guilty when I opened my eyes.

“Ma, Sifana and I will stay one more day in this house, but please make sure that Tasya will not leave the house,” I had time to hear what the man said before the door

the bathroom is completely sealed.

Inside the bathroom I stared at my body which was filled with the possessionless red marks that the man had left me last night, I washed my body with water from the shower and sat this body on the floor with both hands resting on my knees and I buried my face and then again cried this fate, is it time for me to ask for a divorce? u

Why would I survive if that man never thinks I'm human even he can believe so quickly in the words of Mbak tasya and not with me, yes

because I was the one Mama Elsa paid to marry her. I let these tears fall with the water coming out of the shower in the hope that my sadness will also disappear with the water that continues to flow.

2 Hours later.

The knock on the door started to sound and I knew if it was

it was Mas Sadam, but I remained silent not to answer or open the door. Mas Sadam said that he would break down this door when he arrived

I didn't come out either. Inevitably I went to stand while enduring the pain in this body, I madly came out without using a single strand of yarn did not the man say if I was a cheap woman then

now I'll show him. My heart felt stiff and bland I stepped out of the bathroom and I could see that the man looked at me with regret but I felt no pity even now

in the heart is not love but anger.

I accidentally stare at the red spot on the bedsheet and I can only plop my lips and then put on the shirt on my body, Mas Sadam standing before me looking at my face but I did not look at it, as much as possible I can resist these tears so as not to come back dripping and make me weaker

hence. I was done wearing clothes and now I changed to clean up the rest of the romance was not wanted last night but Mas Sadam hugged me from behind

“I'm sorry, I didn't expect that if you were still untouchable, I was indeed a stupid man because it could be that easy to believe with

what Tasya said,” the man's voice sounded raucous in my ears. If

yesterday I will be devastated by his words even I will be happy to see the change in his attitude but not for now.

“All too late,” I let go of his hand

curled around my waist then I brought this dirty bed sheet to wash.

“Sifana, I'm really sorry please forgive me, I will do anything to get an apology from you,” I was about to step out of this room but I stopped the step immediately

my feet then turn this body facing him.

I closed my eyes for a moment while putting oxygen through my nose and then healed it from my mouth slowly. “Please, divorce me,” I stare at a man's lips immediately closed tightly as if unable to answer my request. “and please pay my sister's medical expenses until she recovers just assume last night I sold my body to you like what it was

ever, Mas Sadam said before - that I am a cheap woman."

Without me waiting for the man to answer my words, I immediately turned around and left him staring at me.

I just finished drying sheets in the backyard and then I made lunch, Mama Elsa probably doesn't allow anyone to disturb us. All the waiters aren't seen at all

this house. I was angry with Mas Sadam but I also could not be negligent about my responsibility to make him lunch. I cook vegetables

soup and also fried chicken and not forget the rice sauce because I know the guy likes spicy. After everything was done I brought it to the dining table, I still tidied the spoon and fork in place. Sadam went into the kitchen and I didn't look at him at all.

“Eat, Mas I have prepared lunch,”

slowly while pulling the dining table chair for me to sit on.

I felt if the man was watching me, then some

seconds later Mas Sadam sat his body on the chair, I devoured the food inside my plate without raising my eyes at all, the sound of spoons and forks was heard on Mas Sadam's plate the man ate very quickly as usual, After finishing the stuffing on the plate

this is me starting to take the dishes to the sink to wash.

Mas Sadam stood beside me and grabbed my hand but I brushed it off. I don't know why this emotion seems to get bigger when

my brain recalls last night's events, I tried to forget them but still couldn't even begin to have the fear of being close

with Mas Sadam.

The man probably knew what I was thinking now until he retreated a few steps back. “Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, last night I was overrun by alcohol so can't think clearly, I can't think clearly,” I still silently lowered my head and a moment later I left this kitchen without looking at her.