Help Me Get Divorced
Intention to express taste.

Aldi POV.

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Clock kulirik. It shows the number seven. That means it's still two hours away.

Huf! Why does it feel like a long time to move?

I looked at myself from the mirror. Dashing, I'm skinny but not too gungkring. Pretty unsightly. The question is, will he be tempted? Will my ex-in-law realize that I'm trying to be cool in her eyes because there's a taste?

Ah, imagine him I can't think straight. The body wants to keep smiling.

I looked at myself again after wearing my jacket. A bomber jacket I bought from a friend. Still new and certainly ORI products. Fit in body, comfortable.

My smile is growing again. The plan is I'll go to Nabila's contract at nine. So impatient. If you leave at that time, it will be until ten. I hope he who hasn't slept is amazed to see how I look tonight.

I don't know why when the shadow of Nabila's face so thumping. The spirit stirred up until it felt like leaving right now.

"Ehm, that's pretty."

I was shocked impulsively looking back and became awkward when I saw Mom come in. He winked.

"The son of bontot ibuk is already big. I'm an adult" he said suddenly again that made me lose the word.

"The package is new, deliberately buy it to look handsome, yes," he continued.

"Ish, what's mom, anyway?"

I pretended to be busy playing after previously removing the jacket. You're gonna be teased like this there's no way my door's gonna open.

"Wouldn't you read any more?"

Ck, I'm so good at making this bachelor's son embarrassed.

"Who's missing?" kilahku. Though it was once again mantengin face in the mirror, while wondering Nabila will be fascinated. But because of mom, the daydreams were spoiled.

"You leaving now?" continued Mother again.

I looked at Mom, she smiled. The smile I know has a hidden meaning. He was mocking. Especially now that he's mengoel-noel lengaku.

Ah mother, so good for me to die said dead style.

But, yes, I want to say yes. I want to say that I can't wait to leave. It's just that it's too early. Fear will later quarrel with Bang Darwis on the road and he followed. It can be messy. My plan is the same mother will stay at the rented Nabila.

Margot?

Thinking of Nabila suddenly I remembered her face. All the ins and outs of him. From body posture, smile, to eye gaze. It's all like hypnotizing. It's hard to be aware.

"Al, are you smiling?"

I spontaneously shook my head. "What, anyway, Buk? Who's smiling?"

"Yes, you were smiling. There are romances in love again, huh."

"Fell in love what?"

"My girl. Ibuk aminin, really. Ibuk aminin who fasted. If you need to help prayer. I do support you Gaet Nabila."

My mother started again. He always said that. Very soul mate with his son ink the same ex-daughter-in-law. Very getol, but not necessarily Nabila want to be with me after what happened with him.

"Al, you really don't have the same feeling as Nabila?" ask Mother. He who was clad in a robe looked seriously.

"There really is no taste at all? Don't you want to make her a wife?"

I want to answer there. Even that's what made me this way. Smile to himself as he remembers him and upset to himself as he long replies to messages. I'm like a teenager again at puberty.

Ah, it's because of a dream. I'm not so clear about this because of crazy things. I don't know how it started and the reason why it happened.

The point is Nabila several times entered in my dream. I remember I started dreaming about him after a month he was gone. Suddenly missed. Usually he must have come shopping or just take Adel. The point is I always see him.

But after that, the days were not good. No one feels unhappy. Maybe that loss finally made me dream of him.

In the dream it feels like we are a couple of husband and wife who are friendly again. Sometimes, there are times when our dreams are related. Sometimes there is also our afternoon walk. I think we are a happy family.

Maybe because the dream that came again came again I became stricken with my own feelings. I don't know when it started, but I always pounded after waking up. And I did not look, because in fact I secretly hoped that the dream would come true.

"Al, gaet Nabila. Don't let him come home with Adel, Al. I love Adel" said Mother. Now his voice sounds soft.

I quietly weigh. Once, this mother's speech was crazy. But if I think about it, it's crazy. How can I marry Nabila who is my former sister-in-law. Moreover, he and Bang Darwis recently divorced the religion of doang. In their country they are still recorded.

It's just that this crazy thing suddenly made sense in my head. Mom likes him, and I'm kind of starting to get fascinated with him. Started wondering. That's why I always give excuses when he asks for a marriage license that I hold.

Yes, the marriage certificate is on me. Not Bang Darwis. But I'm. I've always been scared. If she succeeds in divorce, then she will go home. When I go home I will find it difficult to meet him and I will be sad because I can not see Adel again.

At first, the marriage certificate was accidentally left behind. A second visit also left behind. When she asked for this marriage certificate, I somehow lied. I told you that the marriage license is all the same Bang Darwis.

I don't know what underlies me to the point of doing so. I don't know. I don't think he's willing to go.

At first I thought because I couldn't bear to see my mother sad. But after I think about it again, it seems that the troubled one is my own heart. There was a sense of unwillingness when she and Adel left. I began to grow a sense.

"Gaet he's Al. Gaet, don't let you regret it."

I looked at my mother and started to weigh. I should be honest if I'm starting to like Nabila. My whole life I've never been this way, too much like a woman. New him.

It's worth Bang Darwis saying I have a crush on Nabila. It seems like I did have a similar taste of my brother-in-law for a long time. I always worried about him. Always restless. My concern is not that he's in-law. Except because I love you. The proof when Maya came for help, never once was I happy I helped her. Even when he came to owe, I always noted and I charged the next day.

If it's the same Nabila, never. I want to love him whatever he wants. His smile is meaningful, precious.

Yes, I did like my brother-in-law, only to realize too late.

"Your mother?"

"Yes, why, Al."

"Actually …." My speech was stopped because there was a message from Nabila. I opened it.

[Al, how? Is the marriage book the same for you?]

My heart is the pain of reading this. From this message implied that Nabila wants to get divorced quickly. Want to come back quickly.

[Do you have a holiday permit?] my reply.

The reply from him came back in. [No one yet. But I plan to stop.]

[Stopped? Why?]

[Yes because I worked so that I could collect money for the divorce. If it's hard why survive. Money now exists. I just need some time. I'll tell Mom Maura that I'll stop.]

I'm getting worried. He seriously wants to leave. If he leaves I'll be sorry for the rest of my life. Did I try to get close to him and convince him that I'm not Bang Darwis. I can make them happy and not waste them.

"Al."

I'm turning.

"She's seriously going, so how?"

I quietly weigh.

"Take him off, Al. Prove that you are not Dervish. Prove that you can be happy. I'm not willing if Nabila leaves."

I honestly wonder about my mother. He already has a replacement for Nabila, his son-in-law at this time Maya. His grandson is also there. Si Fahri's.

He should love Fahri. Pouring the same affection like unfortunately to Adel. My mother is not really. If there is a yes seen there is. Never went there to play.

Another story about Adel. Every morning it is taken. Afternoon take the road. Maybe because of his face. I admit Adel is beautiful. Her skin was pure white, descending from her mother.

"Oh, if I do that, will he accept it?"

"That means you have a taste?" Mom looks enthusiastic.

I agree with a nod. After the slap landed on the back. It's hot, but what I'm finding right now is Mom's crisp laugh. It felt like he hadn't laughed so long ago.

"You should have talked from the beginning."

"I just don't dare, Mom. Bang Dervish …."

"That's not a big thing. The same Dervish he separated. It's Dervish's fault, anyway."

Sometimes I wonder, what Bang Darwis is adopted son. Why do you choose love. But after seeing me and the Darwis bang that much resemblance, so there's no way he's an adopted child while I'm a biological child. Kamk.

"You just calm down. Ibuk. Your brother is wrong, so he has no right to recokin Nabila life let alone your life. He dug his grave himself."

I was silent and shocked when I put my jacket on my back. "Look, we're leaving now. The sooner the better. Give your intention, later the mother who set. The most important thing is that you are sincere, not mode."