Honey Contract My Husband
Part 4's. With One Condition

Inside the Scandinavian model house, on the balcony of the minimalist Narendra workspace with neat decor and classic shades painted predominantly white. Two people face each other, a pair of people.

“Hand this letter,” Narendra orders on the woman sitting on her study couch. He thrust a red stopmap that is still in a neat and closed state.

Jihan, a beautiful woman with rare bangs and long black hair, raised her head. Staring at Narendra with a bewildered face and a wrinkled forehead. “What is this, Sir?” As Jihan asked, she asked Narendra to explain more about what the letter was about than just telling her to sign it over the document.

“Letter of divorce agreement,” replied Narendra in a serious tone.

Jihan stared pushyly at her husband, the woman increasingly bending her face, “What do you mean, Father?” In fact, a week had passed, the woman still called her husband with a formal greeting like an employee's call to her employer. Because nothing has changed in status. Whether married or not, Jihan's position in the house was nothing more than an employee in a boutique store a wife of the man standing before her.

“What does it mean, Sir. What do you mean to submit an agreement like this?” Jihan demanded more explanation while opening a red stopmap.

Jihan read the title of the letter in the stopmap “Agreement and Post-Divorce Compensation,” said Jihan read a thick printed text located at the top of the letter.

“You must know if we don't love each other. This is legal in the eyes of the law, but we can't stay together and stay at home because I can't accept you as my wife. You know, if marriage is done on a coercive basis. That is not our will naturally" said Narendra calm and full of important points in each sentence.

“After you sign the file, you will be free from this marriage after 6 months starting today. Then, I will give some money as compensation for your willingness to comply with the request of my beloved wife. Sign, then you will not feel any loss,” said Narendra confidently.

Jihan grimaced, smiling bitterly at the words spoken from her 'husband' lips'. The young woman looked down deeply after her heart was throbbing because something managed to squeeze her to make her heart crumble instantly, “After my father married me in front of my family, in front of the guests, and my changed status is no longer a girl. Then, so easily you asked me to sign this agreement?” Jihan asked with a lowered gaze staring at the red stopmap that looked terrible to her.

A week of marriage, she had to face a divorce agreement that would be done after six months of marriage.

“To be honest, do not understand the thought patterns of the Father and the wife of the Father. After he begged me so much to accept you as my husband, then why am I being thrown away now? Is it that easy for rich people to treat us poor people? Do you think I have no dignity and dignity in the eyes of your fellow human beings? Where is your conscience, Sir?” Jihan cried a little to raise her tone.

“For so long I have been silent because I appreciate you and your wife for helping me a lot, including improving my family's economic situation for giving me a job. But, do I have to be silent forever while I am trampled like this and many times?” Jihan said with her eyes beginning to stare intently at the man in front of her.

Narendra was silent, he never expected that the woman he had thought was a quiet and helpless man now he could speak at length and smoothly in front of him.

“Jihan?” Calling Narendra quietly, the man seemed to be leveling the child at his limits as nothing more than an employee with an employer.

“What do you want?” Narendra asked in front of his second wife.

"It's becoming complicated and not as easy as previously planned" he said in his heart.

“Do you think, what happens after I divorce you? Yes, indeed you can guarantee if I will earn a lot of money afterwards, but what about my future? I was nothing more than a widow of a poor boy who dreamed of being the wife of a wealthy man, but was then simply mocked. Then, repatriated to the parents' house, become the garbage of the community, and the ingredients of the neighboring babble. My parents bore shame because of that,” said Jihan stopped a moment. Then, he stood up and walked over to Narendra.

"And do you realize that I will remain the aggrieved here because of the selfishness of my father and wife?" After saying it at length.

"Tell me, sir. Is that fair to me?" He who had now stood up and looked at Narendra very boldly even though his eyes had been wet with tears that had been dripping since.

They were both silent, the room became quiet and under the lights that highlighted the light witnessed their conversation tonight. Narendra was confused what he should do to get a solution, “Then, what do you want?”

"I want to get more compensation than the amount of money you promised" Jihan said.

"What's? Say," exclaimed Narendra who did not argue.

Jihan took and squeezed the stopmap sheet firmly in her right hand, “You could have divorced me, but with one condition you have to meet,” said Jihan though with a vibrating jaw.

“Say!” Narendra. The man folded his hands in front of his chest, he did not like to make small talk.

The woman advanced her body step by step until now the distance is very close to Narendra's standing position. With a breath that was almost choked, Jihan had to be able to take a deep breath, before finally the woman said, “I want to have a child from you, then I will go after.”

Cat! A cup of hot coffee fell to the floor and made a loud noise that shocked the two people who were talking.

Cliantha, she shut her mouth after hearing what became the requirement that Jihan apply to approve the divorce filed by Narendra.

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