Loving the Mafia
Aneh

Chesy stood in front of the religious court office carrying important files for divorce registration.

His net is to oversee the sign written by the Religious Court. He looked down at the plastic map in his hand. Half his heart rahu, is his step right? He did not want Cazim to go to prison, but he still wanted to separate from Cazim. It's hard to have to coexist for the rest of his life with his mother's killer. 

Chesy came into a room. It was good to queue for the registration. 

Why are so many people lining up for divorce? Is this a household portrait? Colored with divorce. And strangely, the majority who registered a divorce lawsuit were women. What happened to the people of Adam? Do they always hurt women?

He should have just told the lawyer to take care of this, only he did not want the moment this lawsuit was not done by his own hands. 

Chesy was sitting on a chair, among the many people who were also waiting in line, each carrying a map whose contents must be the same.

"You want to register a lawsuit?" asked one of the women, apparently younger than Chesy, sitting next to Chesy.

Chesy just threw an awkward smile.

"A lot of games? So many women feel wronged and choose to separate from their life choices. Yes, I heard from myself the pepper suffered," said the young woman.

"You're alone here?" Chesy is trying to come to terms with the situation. Talking at a boring time can make him feel more entertained.

"So accompanied by her husband. But he didn't want to come in. We're going for a divorce. So he's males nemenin till he gets in. We fight every day. It was six years of marriage but our lives were marred by heartfelt quarrels. He's rough and easy emotionally, jealous again." Unknowingly, she had opened her husband's disgrace.

"Six years?" Chesy wonder. If you look at the posture and face of the interlocutor, obviously he is still very young. Then what age did he get married while the age of his marriage was six years at this young age?

"I got married at sixteen. Still High School, pregnant first with upperclassman. We continue to marry, I miscarried and until now have not been given offspring. Thank goodness I didn't get pregnant with that guy."

Chesy got the answer from the question in her mind.

"Yaa... why survive if suffering and inner torment? Happiness is what we determine" added the woman was very chatty.

Although chatty and too much talk, but Chesy took one conclusion from the words of the woman, that happiness is our own who determines, not others.

***

“Chesy, here's how to bring your favorite food.”  Jonah put a food box on the table.  “Tadi abi just met old friends.  They took her to eat at the restaurant.  And this was bought by abi's friend.  You must like.”

Chesy knew Jonah was being friendly, full of smiles and gentle like this because he was comforting her.  Just imagine, Chesy's future is really at stake after marrying her brother's chosen man. The man turned out to be a mafia.  Even now Chesy was struck by the concern of his household because there was much to consider.

“Why?  It had sausages and its cheese too.  Your favorite food,” said Yunus.

Chesy picked up the plastic spoon provided in the box.  Then cut the sausage and eat it. 

Glug.  

Why does it feel weird?  This actually abi want to give good food or is trying to make Chesy move on from Cazim by enjoying this strange food?

“Kok, his face doesn't like that?” yunus asked looking at Chesy's strange facial expression.

“Neasy, Abi.”  Chesy bluntly.  He immediately grabbed the mineral water and sipped it.

“Loh, that's your favorite.”

“But the sausage is fishy.”

“Cooking anyway?”  Jonah tasted the sausage.  “Enak.  Not fishy.  Abi ate this at resto.”

“For abi aja.”  Chesy shudder.  

“Im sorry abi.  The plan abi want to give you good food, but instead make you ilfil.”  Jonah pulled the food box and closed it.  “Lately abi has been disappointing you a lot.  Abi hopes to make you happy and get a good husband so that the afterlife is good, but Abi is wrong.  Even a trivial matter to be able to please you with this food also turned out to be wrong.”

Chesy even so pity to see Jonah sad.  His gray face was suddenly clouded with deep regret.

“Which parent is not sad to see his child suffer and be miserable?  Just so you know, son, abi was devastated when he lost Ismail, your brother.  Abi was hit when he found out he was on a stretcher.  It turns out Ismail's attitude is quiet and tend to be closed it instead becomes a time bomb for his own abi.  Abi was careless to the point of not knowing Ishmael knew the illicit goods.  Though his daily life looks polite, kind and obedient in worship.”  Jonah breathed heavily.

He sipped a drink, pausing his sentence.

“Abi is being tough on you because abi is so afraid that you too are becoming like your brother.  Abi wants you who are often negligent in this religion to approach obedience through a good husband, that is the only purpose abi.”

Chesy finally smiled.  He understood that Jonah's purpose in this case was good, but every good goal was sometimes done in an improper way until it ended up being bad.

Seriate