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Real Karma...

In a minimalist room, a pair of middle-aged couples seemed to be mute to each other. The woman looked down with her shirt twisted, while the man stared intently since. Almost twenty minutes passed, but one of them had no intention of opening his voice, until the man was caught off guard, and then let out his innuendo.

''I've given you time, but there's no good faith in you."

The Divia did not give any response, even her head was bowed deeper and deeper.

''Oo, I forgot if you're not as updated about the latest news or maybe ... Now, you don't know this month's fashion trends either?"

''McKckck, what a pity you are, Divia. Where the Divia is always haughty, stubborn and always feeling right. Divia who always considers all her decisions best without thinking about the impact in the future."

''Where is all your arrogance, Divia. Whither? Get it out now! I want to see it."

Raichand's voice grew increasingly higher and made Divia inching in fear. Tears since being detained have been shed. With trembling hands, she tried to touch the husband's burly hands clenched firmly on the table. But alas, before his hand reached its destination, Raichand drew roughly his own hand. As a result, Divia's hand ended up hanging just like that.

''Ma-sorry, Pap ... Pardon me, hiks-hiks," she said in a trembling voice while hugging her own hand.

''I'm sorry." His voice did not sound clear due to the increasingly becoming cry, the tears even more rushing flooded his pale face.

''Are all your sorry words able to bring everything back, huh? Answer!" Raichand's impact echoed in that minimalist space. The Divia only edged back with increasingly clear sobs.

A guard who heard the quarrel immediately entered the room to prevent unwanted things.

''Stop that boayamu tear, Divia. I'm sick of seeing it. Thirty minutes have I been here, I came just wanted to give you this...." Raichand thrust a white envelope in front of his wife.

The divia stiffens in place when it finds out the logo and writing on the official letter.

''What does papa mean?" ask her with tears.

''You can read, right? Read it yourself, '' he said.

The Divia grabbed the thing with trembling hands.

''I signed it, just sign it. All the files I have also taken care of, have also been in the hands of lawyers. After you sign, we're officially divorced. We'll meet in court.''

The Divia shook her head loudly, not believing in any of this. She did not expect her husband to make such a big decision. Really, the Divia couldn't take this for granted. She still loves her husband very much.

''I won't sign this letter." The Divia squeezes the white envelope in her hand. "I don't want to part with you, Pap. I'm sorry ... I still love you.''

Boldly, Divia firmly grasped that hand.

''It's just that you insist on refusing, Divia. You bunches of hands or not, our divorce is still valid because I have dropped three talaq to you."

The expression was like a bolt of lightning striking his body. The divia pecked in place, the word 'talak three' kept ringing in her ears.

''No! I don't accept it" cried Divia with reddened eyes.

''I'd rather die if I can't be with you, Raichand. I still love you, I can't live without you. I beg you to pull all your talaq words on me."

Raichand shook his head in disbelief, how could someone pull back the words that had already been thrown. He thought that this woman was out of her mind.

''Can't, Divia. The word talak already said it could not be withdrawn. Our relationship is here."

''Children need not think about them. Emran and Emru are adults, surely they can understand all of this" he continued.

''No, Raichand. I'd rather die." Divia insisted on her decision.

The woman went straight to the guard there, then picked up the trigger tucked between her clothes.

''Miss Divia, put that thing down. It's dangerous, Mom."

The officer panicked and wanted to take back his property. However, Divia's threat undoes her intentions.

''Don't come closer or I shoot myself in the head" he said, pointing the object at his temple.

''Okay, I won't come any closer. But please put the thing down" the officer pleaded, then he turned to look at Raichand who looked relaxed.

''Master, please prevent your wife."

''Let it. It was just his acting," he said casually, "you don't have much drama, Divia. Even if you do this, it won't change anything. I can't cancel this divorce either because you and I can't be together any more, no matter how."

''So, just accept the truth." The man chose to leave the place. I was sick of seeing the drama that his ex-wife had created.

''If you think this is just drama. All right, I'll show you my drum, Raichand. This is also as proof that I cannot live without you.''

Before long there was a loud gunshot that made everyone who was there stiffen on the spot.

"Divia!"