I'M A STATUE FOR YOU
HE REFUSED A DIVORCE
"Say something Alyn. Don't just shut up." Mas Arya asked in as smooth a tone as possible.
"I gave up. I'm tired of being your wife. DIVORCE ME NOW."
Finally the sentence that I had long wanted to say was also conveyed to its purpose. In such a state of pain I can usually ask for a divorce from my husband.
At the wrong time I asked for a divorce from Aryan. In the hospital what else in the room that I feel is special for these elites I live in. Must cost a lot. Who else would bear the cost if not Aryan mas.
In Jakarta without relatives, then who will take care of me in this helpless state. Let alone step moving it feels like it needs a struggle.
Then how do I get back to my hometown with no money.
"In your circumstances like this you ask for talaq. What do you think of Alyn?"
Ask the Aryan.
"I don't want to be the third man between you and the Saints. By divorcing me, you can freely marry the Saints." My answer.
"So this drama is because you are jealous of Saints!..… Don't worry I'll be fair to you."
What did Arya think. Does he think I'd be honeyed by him.
"I don't want to be in honey. You better divorce me so you can be with Saints and I can be with Iqbal."
"Braaakkkk" I was surprised to see Arya standing up and punching the table with her hands.
"So you asked for a divorce from me because of that man."
"Why angry? I just have no intention of practicing. Not yet."
Mas Arya grabbed my chin, her eyes red with emotion. I've never seen Aryan mas like this before.
"What do you think Alyn. Do you think I'll just divorce you. Tell your MISTRESS not to dream. I'll never let you go."
Mas Arya took her grip off me and stepped away.
"That means you don't know very well who Iqbal really is. With just one sentence from me, Iqbal will take me away from you."
Mas Arya stopped her steps and as fast as lightning turned around and came towards me.
"Hmmmm." Mas Arya climbed my bed, then silenced me.
I can't do anything about it. I am really weak. In good health I cannot fight. Especially this pain. I just resigned. What I did was I kept quiet and did not refuse. I can only close my eyes.
"Braaaaaack.....Maaaaass." Mas Arya and I were shocked when they heard the door open and hit the wall.
Especially with the figure of a woman whose eyes are already red with a puddle of tears, just have not slid.
As soon as possible Arya covered my body with a blanket. Mas Arya looks confused like a person caught cheating.
"Holy Eh. Please come in." I acted as relaxed as possible and let the actor in. He stepped into my room. His face was red. He just kept staring at Arya with emotion.
"Holy what are you doing here? Come with me." Mas Arya was already holding the Holy Arm and dragging it towards the door.
"MY HUSBAND do not evict GUESTS who have good intentions want to visit me. THE GUEST was the Queen and the Queen stopped by for just a moment" Holy immediately threw his hand.
Saints approached me leaving Arya mas who was still dumbfounded in confusion. Maybe he's afraid me and Saints claw each other.
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