My Beloved Perjaka
Damn you, Bella

"Bella, I'm leaving!" yelled Papi Narendra in front of the bathroom door.

I just stared blankly at the bathroom ceiling while leaning his head on the back of the bathtub. It was as if there was no other way to express this parting, the pain I felt as a result of the memories that were still vivid in my memory of us.

The bathroom that he often made a place to whistle and sing, then adored the sense of pleasure that strengthened in the core of his body.

I felt a mess, and meeting him wearing only a bathrobe was chaos. Can't, papi Narendra's eyes will definitely strangle my body. Now I want to be honest, our story is filled with a tempestuous desire. So rather than a no-no in our fragile souls, I chose to let Papi Narendra keep knocking on the bathroom door.

"Don't you want to check your stuff again before I go?"

I heard Aunt Marni saying, "Mom needs daddy's time. Let it go, besides father has hurt mother. Daritadi night cry him."

"Shut up, Bi. Don't interfere." said Narendra, he was still knocking on the bathroom door. "Your skin can wrinkle, Bella. Get out I'll talk to you for a second!"

Buset dah, even discuss wrinkles. I lifted my hand out of the water, looking at my palm. Wrinkles, slow soaking. But why do papi discuss all wrinkles, ah, nyebelin. So remember what it was.

"Bella, listen to me no! Should I break the door?"

From just the sound of emotionless knocking now his voice became a buzz. Papi Narendra's tone of voice became high.

I pulled myself out of the foamy waterhole, rinsed my body under the shower and put on a bathrobe, two. I pulled this fucking bathroom door that didn't have the strength of steel.

Papi Narendra looked at me even the thought of the mischief we used to do both vanished in my mind after seeing it harden my jaw.

"What else, my mom?" I said in a cold voice. "Have you finished cleaning up?"

His suitcases are still in the room even though the closet is closed again.

"How many pins are we? Did you replace it on purpose before I checked?" Papi Narendra grabbed my hand and grabbed it very tightly while leading me to his study.

"Open, yesterday I still left five hundred million. If it's less, you want my money?"

I flicked his hand in annoyance and looked at him sharply. He could have accused me before he saw the five hundred million in the safe himself. He thought he was the only one with a lot of money. He's a lot of money, only his mouth is evil.

"Take a good look, and listen to me." I said softly, "I'm changing the pins because I don't think you're coming back here to get your stuff. You left yesterday."

I touched his chest with my index finger as I made the letter S swerve there. While papi kept his body straight.

"But your money is still intact papi, calm ajahhh.." I said a little sigh, I tightened my bathrobe while squatting.

I turned the knob number on the safe, the knee-high iron safe I was hanging open.

"Please take the money, or do I need to count it?"

Narendra pulled a bit of her cloth pants up and squatted down, making me get rid of them from the front of the safe.

I stared at him taking ten mops of money, each amounting to fifty million. The rest he put out trivial securities actually. Car letter, motorcycle, jewelry. While the land papers are not here, he has a big house that guards the valuables with close supervision.

Narendra made sure the letters were correct before his gaze turned to me.

Narendra seemed unable to find words, he just kept silent while scooping his money. Leave all the important papers on the floor.

"Is that all right?" I said as he stood up.

"Otherwise Bella? Are you expecting me to touch you?" Narendra smiled pervertedly at the sight of my legs opening to above the knees.

But I'm not offended. I'm standing.

I took the fifty million held in his chest.

"Thank you, Narendra Wicaksono. Go home happy mom and dad, I love it, because I can't fight the fate that binds my blood. Good parting ways." I flicked the money in front of her face.

"Thank you for your hard work, papi. You're a great man and a hard worker, as hard as something on your groin." I giggled it while leaving it in the style of a kenes.

"Fuck you, Bella. Dull eyes!" shouting.

Instead of being happy, I don't care. The selfish difference is to know, we are both hurt. We both learn to accept ourselves. But he has family, power, billions in his bank balance, while I, should be on whom this head rests.

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I removed the black curtains from my bedroom window, watching as a truck was coming. Narendra appears to be coordinating the men to transport his belongings.

Near the flagpole in front of the house, stood Marni's aunt who had been watching Narendra's movements since. Papi Narendra did not dare to be angry with women that old, five-year-old people cook in ready, clothes in clean, coffee made.

I came to realize, during our household journey I was only serving him for inner satisfaction, but not with the body. We are both hard workers. Now I realize maybe it's less me.

I sighed when I hesitated to approach me. I myself may have a hand in this divorce anyway. I took the fifty million on my dresser.

Before I went to the front of the house, I was stunned to see our wedding photo in the living room was gone and after I was in front of the house, approached papi Narendra. The big pigura was already on the truck. It is hard to speculate for yourself what this means.

"I return!" Narendra looked at the money I gave him, his face was reluctant to touch it.

"I'm not a double eye, you know that."

Narendra is pulling his shoulders. "I don't take it, consider it monthly money for you for three months. And give a little to aunt, from me!"

After all the goods have been turned into a truck. Narendra looked at me for quite a while, I wondered in my heart if he was okay after getting out of this house and living in the mansion. Will he move on with his life without missing me?

He may not be a perfect man, there is a fragile inside of him. Many times we complain of anxiety together or visit a psychiatrist for a calm. I am sure, his charming appearance and his glory as a state official and businessman, will be many women who seize it until he easily forgets me.

"I'm staying, Bella. Take good care of your health." He touched my head, until I fell down again watching him actually leave.

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Seriate.