Help Me Get Divorced
Woo.

Darwis POV.

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"Where is coffee?"

"Not done yet, coffee's gone!" reply from the bathroom.

Ck, have a bini why not use gini, anyway. Coffee thing I have to scream first. Sometimes I like to wonder, why the house feels like a forest. Shouting from before.

I saw the empty saji hood was going to rage if the gini. How to work if there is no coffee. I am not so good at being a wife. You know he doesn't use gini mending I keep him a secret. I won't divorce Nabila for her sake.

In the past, when there was Nabila early in the morning, I was always served breakfast. If not fried noodles, yes fried rice egg ceplok. He prepared me to go down to work in a full stomach. He always put me and Adel first. At this hour Adel usually has a shower. Breakfast was served complete with coffee. He still wears negligee.

But after I think my wife at home is more quiet than a smart wife and but the house is a mess like a chicken coop. Irmaya's skills are just grooming, eating, asking for money.

If I thought about what Mom said was true. I threw diamonds after pebbles in the street. Bener apes.

I set foot into my mother's house. Buy coffee at the Aldi stall and ask for breakfast if there is one. Than breakfast outside mending eat at home. Money can be saved to buy C D.

Ah, C D in the house is also on the hole. In the past, Nabila always bought me a C D without being asked. Now what the hell, Maya instead demands this without even paying attention to the needs of her husband.

Huf! The more I thought I was getting upset. I miss Adel too. My son was never fussy. Lions are never noisy, let alone whining. But ever since there was Maya and Fahri, the house has been like a forest. No day without screaming.

Arriving at my mother's house I saw Aldi's shop closed. Tumbens.

"Sir, why isn't Aldi open?" ask me to the father who was coffee on the terrace.

"Aldi didn't exist, nginep out last night," replied the Father who made me think that the child was going to go to? Tumben chose to sleep outside instead of opening a stall. This morning usually has a lot of shopping.

"Sir."

He cleared his throat without wanting to see. He was too engrossed in reading the newspaper while occasionally actually sagging glasses.

"Sir" call me again.

"Why? Want breakfast? Cook itself. Mother is no more."

Loh, kok.

"Where are you going?" my many.

"Follow Aldi nginep."

"Where to go?" ask again.

I stopped reading the paper and saw me for a long time, after which I let out a long sigh. What try it means.

"Sir, where's Ibuk with Aldi? Where are they going?" my pedicabs. Mr suspicious.

"To your lek sir's house. There's a fuss show there."

Pakelek? Khitananis?

The feeling of last month. Now it's khitan again. His grandson only noticed one.

Well, this is something wrong. Something is hidden. Did I secretly meet Nabila with Adel.

I took a deep breath, then pretended to look ahead. Made the face of the bronze perhaps. And yes, I did nelangsa after Nabila left.

"Sir, I regret choosing this path. If I could I'd like to go back with Nabila."

"It won't do."

"But you can."

"You know, I have too many regrets to endure. You don't know how your mother treated you."

Of course I know. It may look fine outside. But I can still see the hatred in my mother's eyes. Mother still holds a grudge.

"Therefore I don't want that, sir. I'm gonna fix it."

I took off the newspaper and looked at me seriously.

"I don't want to be a father who is too slow to regret. I want to quickly apologize and start all over again."

"Difficult, Wis. Your mistakes are too big.in addition to cheating, you also play hands. Fortunately, Nabila did not report you to the police."

"But I can change, sir."

He was silent and I used the opportunity to hold his hand. Rather than mother, Father is more easily ignored. Probably because we made the same mistake.

"Do you know where Nabila is with Adel?" my many.