Happy After Divorce
Section 11

*If time could be turned back I would think twice about getting married young, marriage starts with an average matchmaking ends unhappily.

What Anin fears becomes a reality, the fate of her marriage ends up at the green table.

This shouldn't have been me, but what power the hand didn't reach. My soul mate de mas Nirwan just got here, and I can't regret what happened.

Everything has been suratan fate, I am just an ordinary human only able to act, and manut inannya Gusti*.

Mas Nirwan was the first man to see me instantly fall in love, and in the end the proposal happened, it did not take long we finally decided to get married to avoid things that are not wanted.

Speaking of mas Nirwan the man who used to be there in the day, Anin did not know the news anymore. All is lost as if in the swallow of the earth, since the two officially separated both the law, and religion.

Maybe also we live in a different city into a different destiny, not yet met with the past.

Anin returns to the real world, unwilling to remember the dark story. Choose to occupy himself with documents on his desk.

They are still busy with the routine at the office, there are some agendas they have to complete before they turn right back home.

Busyness actually takes a lot of time, energy, mind and more that make both feel tired until the appetite is too lazy.

"Why you seem to be having problems, try telling me. Who knew I could help?" Said Nindyy asking her suspicions that had been a lot of daydreaming.

"I'm okay, maybe tired. Bener deh Nindy, you don't worry about that hihihi." Anin tried to smile, despite the compulsion.

"Yes if you don't want to tell a story, whenever you want to tell a story. I'm ready to be a loyal listener, and good to my good friend." Nindy relented not wanting to interfere with the problems her best friend was facing.

After a small incident, the two became familiar and began their work before being chased by the many papers on the table.

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In town B

Nirwan is busy with his parents' efforts, his focus with the computer screen still on.

Not a shelf to remember his ex-wife, trying to find information on the whereabouts of the ex turned out to be nil, did not find a clue.

"Where are you, Anindya? forgive this stupid man!" nirwan devoted his folly, due to the instigation of his parents Nirwan chose to release his woman.

Take a moment to remember the face of ayu who framed the face of the former, without makeup polish, or lipstick that colors her lips.

But unfortunately all the memories remain, can not mas find your existence again. I feel so embarrassed when I go to your place first, what people say later.

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There was a sense of annoyance, angry because of his carelessness the god had to repeat back from the beginning. Fatigue due to his weakness in work, makes him reluctant to think about lost files.

"Want me to go to the South Pole, hide my dizzy head around." murmured the god as he massaged his slightly tired temple.

For a moment to think, now the material that has been lost has been typed the same Rano the secretary. Again the God smiled widely, because Rano can be relied on in everything. As it is now, again the precariousness comes Goddess Fortuna for herself.

"Done boss!" Say Rani finished typing, and save it in the file. At times it is needed is still stored neatly in the laptop.

"You are the best, can be relied on in everything." praise the God with a smile sumringah, previously who began to dizzy now can smile widely.

"Ahh boss mah if you talk like real hahahaha." Said Rano who praised himself back with a laugh out loud.

"Ahh You are praised by the big head!" the God-god-liver who disliked his secretarial attitude was proud of the small praise.

"Once in a while can be boss." Rano's alibi.

"It's up to you!" The god only resigned with Rano's words, otherwise he would have nothing more to rely on in this pinched period.

The argument's over, they're back at his desk. The two began to get busy with pen, paper, and various documents ready for them to learn more.

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Mommy Retha repeatedly massaged her temple, because the son was just a wayangnya difficult to nasehati problems about marriage. Sometimes even mommy Retha can not do much, despite trying to match her son with his best friend's son, business colleagues, and some who want to make a message with his family.

Again God refused his return with the proposition of wanting to focus on work, and want a career first until new success thinking about a life partner.

All the mother Rethas thrust was rejected by the Gods, as a result mommy Retha was only able to massage her temple hoping for a miracle for her son.

"Once in a while your God advised dong Pa, who knows with Papa the God wants to understand with our wishes!" Mommy Retha said on her bed. They had just spent their evening sports sweating, there was a sense of satisfaction when they exchanged sweat together.

"Try Papa later to talk, but do not promise God will be willing to marry in the near future! because I know the character of our son who is very ambitious in his work." he said while stroking the wife's comfortable hair in his warm embrace.

Not knowing who started, they continued the evening sport. Age does not become they forget the inner life, if there is a chance they always repeat the sport that makes his body healthy, clear mind, and excited in the move.

Mommy Retha is very tired of serving her husband's requests that have begun to ask for new things, as a mother Retha's wife always obeys her husband's orders as long as it does not prohibit the matter of vow.

Hasn't it become an obligation as a wife to obey her husband? It is only natural that the husband also wants in the happiness of his wife at home, as tonight they are never satisfied to reach the peak of nirvana.

Almost 3 am they had just finished their inner living, mommy Retha had already fallen asleep first without intending to clean up the remnants of sweat stuck to her body.

Drowsiness more dominating makes her powerless to wake up, they sleep hugging each other forget for a moment of work affairs, both seem comfortable in the embrace.