Help Me Get Divorced
Raka Again.

Adel is currently asleep. Sleeping after previously whining to meet Bang Darwis. Said miss. If you can't meet, just video call, the question was.

Of course I'm worried. How not to worry. All this time I was desperately avoiding Bang Darwis. Yeah, well, I can't say I'm telling the nelfon that Adel missed. The one that will be used as an excuse to take Adel from me.

No, I don't want that. It was too cruel to accept after my struggle all this time. Adel my son, this self who raised and took care of him. Not willing if he was nurtured Bang Darwis who selfish selfish selfish. Now he has a new wife. I'm not sure Adel can handle it.

The only way to keep Adel quiet is to let him call. But not calling Bang Darwis, but Aldi. I told Aldi to pretend to be Bang Darwis.

Fortunately, that method has been effective to this day. Their voices are very similar. From the intonation to the laughing way. All similar. The only difference is body posture and attitude.

Slowly I shuffled from the bed, then went out of the room to clean the other room. The plan tonight is that Aldi's mother-in-law will arrive. He said it might be around ten in the evening, which would mean another half an hour.

Later the room will be used Aldi, while the mother-in-law sleeps with me as Adel. If calculated this is the third time they stay.

When changing the spray suddenly I remembered Adel's talk this afternoon. Article Raka. Adel said Raka likes me.

I sat there looking at the wall. Think of Adel's words. It feels impossible and impossible Raka likes me, but Adel also can not lie. My son knows how adults question that adults don't.

But the question is, why did Raka say that? To Adel again. I don't think I'm. If he likes me, I should say, then I'll give him understanding right then and there. I don't want to be close to any man anymore.

My status is still unclear. Although religion is legally divorced, but the state still records my marriage with Bang Darwis. That's why I'm planning a divorce. About the witness, inshaallah mother-in-law with Aldi will be banyu.

Now there is no burden to leave. The savings to go home are also there. Stay cantongi deed of divorce.

Bismillah, I hope Allah is meridhoi.

"Assynnya!"

I just finished the spray immediately answered, then grabbed the hijab and peeked who came these nights.

"Raka?"

The impulse of this tongue calls upon him when he knows that he is coming. He came up with something in hand that was a loud. In addition, he also smiled while lifting up that loud.

"No bother?" ask from outside.

I opened the door and saw it. Watching from top to bottom. The appearance is neat, quite cool with a sturdy body posture contains. With this look, it's impossible for him to have a crush on me. There are a lot of women out there.

"Sorry the nights came. Just want this love. This is a deposit from Mommy," he said while thrusting a rantang who did not know what the contents were.

Yes, I like soto. But this is no time for dinner. I ate too.

But, because it has been given I want not to take it too.

"Oiya, Mother pesen where immediately take home. Make him stock tomorrow," he continued.

And yes, this bushel is often taken by Maura to the hospital.

"If so I copy first," I said as it is and then entered the house.

On the kitchen table I copied the soda to the bowl, then washed the place. However, suddenly someone was embracing my waist, my mouth was smothered.

It felt so bad that my body floated up. Not feet on the floor. I was carried from behind.

Of course I was in a fight let alone knowing that it was Raka. He forced me into the room. The room I just cleaned.

Bugh!

My head's dizzy. Pain, ache because the head hit the floor. Because this mattress is only a floor mattress that is not too thick. When the body slams, of course all the pain parts together. Especially head.

"Hold, mad. I didn't take long. I just wanna try. Hold yes. Don't be noisy" the whisper that made me panic was incredible. My eyes are heating up.

I pushed him. But, nil, his body is still squeezing. Weight. Stuffy. I can't move. This body and self-esteem are torn apart because the body begins to be engulfed.

I tried to scream, but I couldn't. All my efforts are not working. From scratch to punch, absolutely no effect. He kept trying to do something bad.

"I have a crush. But why don't you know. Why pretend you don't know" he whispered.

My chest was rumbling more and more as he put his face away, because that way I could see grins and eyes. Eyes that I could understand.

Turns out I was right. My gut feeling is never wrong. Raka is not a good man.

My tears are shed. I made it clear, but all I got was an evil grin and a lustful gaze.

"Don't fight yes, I'll give you some money. How much I love you. Conditions don't volunteer. Okay?"