Marrying My Brother's Fiancee
EPISODE 185 LAST ASSIGNMENT
Bram stared at the plate containing rice and his favorite piece of rendang meat. It looks evocative but his taste is lost somewhere, his gaze now only on Diah.
"Why? Are you not hungry? I cooked a lot to welcome you today. Or...mas afraid, I'll poison Bram's mas?"
Diah asked while raising her eyebrows, making Bram gawk. His hair bristled, he felt cornered at once in satire even he also felt strayed at the same time so hard.
Diah nonchalantly bribed a piece of meat into her mouth and chewed it. Swallowed it then as if Bram did not at all think it existed.
"I'm waiting for you today." He said after sipping water in the glass in front of him.
"All day long I'm really waiting for your arrival. You know why, mas? I just want to do my last job as a wife, because this is our first dinner and maybe our last dinner, it feels strange but at the same time a relief I can finally realize my dream of sitting down to dinner together, just the two of you." Diah muttered while playing the fork
in her hands, a faint smile decorated her lips.
"Don't act like crazy, Diah." Whether for some time Bram swallowed his own saliva, his throat felt dry when he looked at the wife who felt like the first time in his jump.
"Either you or I are crazy, or we are both crazy."Diah replied nonchalantly, a grin draped over her red lips.
"Why do you work without talking to me?" Arguing Bram tried to be hard even though his heart suddenly dag dig dug not careless.
He didn't know why his brain couldn't behave the way he wanted.
"Do I have to do it with permission, mas?" Diah stopped her activity of scooping the rice on her plate, her eyes fixed on Bram some jokes.
"I am your husband!" Greet Bram sharp,.
"If you're my husband, I'm my wife, right?" Asked Diah with furrowed brows.
Bram gasped at the question so sharply that it hit his ear.
"If so, did mas ever ask me for permission to fuck another woman besides me, the legal wife of mas? Or at least permission to go to be your beloved queen's lust? Do you really treat me like a wife? Has anyone ever considered me a wife all this time." Continue Diah in many questions that persist.
"Don't talk about anything else, I don't like you working there." Sergey Bram, his countenance hardened the sign he was upset in the lick so much.
"Oh, huh? Are we going to talk about likes or dislikes? Can I also tell you what I don't like about you, mom?" Raised his eyebrows, his body looked upright as if it was ready to argue.
"Stop working with Sarah!" Bram interjected, the tone was spoken Bram like a command, not a request.
"Your bitch told you to do this to me, right?" Diah asked boldly, she did not seem afraid of Bram at all.
"Don't talk recklessly, Diah. No need to lure me to be angry."
"I don't want to make you angry, Mom. I'm asking you why I can't work with Sarah's mother."
"I just don't want to see you working with Sarah, do I need to explain in detail why I don't like her?"
"Mas didn't like it, because the boyfriend didn't like it!" Todong Diah with a ketus.
"Take a look, Diah! You're getting so insolent."
"Tell him, I'm not under his control."Diah smiled cynically, not caring about Bram's displeased look.
"I told you to stop!"
"Because I'm your husband."
"Suami...? Husband said, mas? do you understand what you're saying? Do you know what a husband is? Or do you only know that you are called a husband because you have spoken kabul in my name? or maybe it's because I've given you the bed service whenever you want and become your house's guard dog so you deserve a husband for me?" Diah squinted her eyes.
Bram was silent as Diah moved his face forward, his eyes looking completely different.
"Suami is the priest and head of the household who serves as an example for the family, who nurtures and loves his wife, who educates and raises his children, who look after the marwah and keep his family away from the fires of hell. Among those responsibilities, is there one that has been run a mas well so that the mas deserve to call themselves a husband?"
Bram was astonished at Diah, never had he heard this woman speak so much, even questioning herself.
"Don't be rude to me." Bram felt riled up, but somehow he was like melted ice cream as he looked at Diah.
His heart beats as if it will not be silent.
"I've been polite to you for almost eight years." Tuke Diah.
"You need money? What money did you give me less for your living expenses and Bella? Don't embarrass me by working there."
"You should have been ashamed for the one who supported your wife and children was not you. I work to make myself no longer dependent on your parents." He answered without expression.
"Diah can we speak well." Just this time Bram gave up in front of Diah, even to argue that he could not afford.
"I'm trying to talk to you." Diah folded her arms on the table in seriousness after removing the plate from her front.
"What do you want to say?"
"I don't want to say anything to you, but I want to ask you to tell me something now."
Those fiery eyes, shining straight at Bram.
Her hand reached into something from her dress pocket, a neatly folded piece of paper.
Slowly at her goose to Bram, right in front of Bram's arm which was on the table
"What's this?"
"Open up."
With doubt, Bram grabbed and opened it.
For a moment his eyes did not blink spelling out what sentence was written on the paper, he unconsciously said it in a small mutter but still heard clearly,
"Diah Pitaloka bint Sophan Abdillah, I talak thee with talak one. From this moment on I release you and release my responsibility towards you,"
Bram's mouth agape raised his face at Diah who was staring at him from across the table,
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