My Beloved Perjaka
It ends today

I clutched tightly onto my tote bag as the sound of a hammer echoed in the room that had a high ceiling and two large fans swirling above, with the sound of a hammer ringing around, turning the air to all directions in the room this wide. The windows were curtained, preventing light from entering and the eyes of people from outside the room into the courtroom.

A judge voiced final confirmation of our relationship. My relationship with Papi Narendra is over. I looked towards him. He seemed to breathe while tidying up his suit. His parasol, which has masculine good looks but has a lot of mind load, looks hard on his jawline.

I took a deep breath before standing up. There were no bursts of wind from the rotating fan as I stepped forward. The atmosphere in this room was hot and tense, I walked out after signing the final files on the judge's desk.

I walked slowly out of this location. I felt my heart ache in remembrance when I first invited me to meet at the wedding of our best friend Terry. Even though he's two I want to, he's a handsome widower, rich and well-established. Who refused and because I respected his past with his ex-wife I never asked him why he got divorced.

I sit under a palm tree. Staring at the passing vehicle while silent. I still love him and should be a real man he can ease my fears, our worries, mutually reinforcing about this shortcoming. We should encourage you to keep going up in bed and clear this doubt. Not parting–I haven't received–but there has to be something I used to do to change that; I have to hate it.

"What are we going home for, Nyah?" ask aunt Marni.

I rubbed the last drop of my tears from my chin with the back of my hand.

"Taxi online, aunty. Just calm down, we're going home."

I tried to smile confidently as I spoke, though it sounded bumpy and my heart still lost its spirit. I'm sure I'll be okay soon.

"Auntie pesen meatballs that deh two while waiting for the taxi to come. I forgot breakfast. Don't want to eat, but now I'm afraid to type a lot of thoughts." I asked.

"Okay, Nyah."

Aunt Marni stood up, went to a meatball dealer who was a bustling buyer while I started looking around for an online taxi from my car.

"Udah can, go to the toilet first ah." I stood up, and because I was wearing high heels and a red dress like a rose everyone was looking at me.

I raise my chin, I break it again, so no matter if anyone is handsome or not because the vow of atmosphere here still makes me inflamed.

Arriving at the toilet, all public toilets are still in use.

I waited while leaning on the support pole. Waiting while replying to the chat of my friends and workshop employees.

“Where has not been the motor, have this person! I paid you well! Watch out for lies.”

“...”

“Yang cepet. Got that guy, bang. I'm not good. His mother was a boy who asked only when it became.”

“...”

“Iya-iya, I'm patient, just watch out over time. Wanted to wear it to that college. I could have been the driver ntar.”

Laughter was heard from there. I pursed my lips and turned off the phone.

When I put my phone in the open bathroom door bag.

‘Debora.’

I sat in a haughty style.

This papi secretary must be very happy that her boss is now a wealthy widower and is mature.

"Not come home mommy?" debora asked while tidying her hair.

"No, I'm still waiting for an invitation" I said with a big smile. "I go in first yeah, it's at the end." I whispered as I passed it.

I went into the bathroom, snorting in annoyance. No need to talk anymore, fed up because before I got into this stuffy room from far away Narendra called out to her and approached her.

The summoned one answered him with a sweet and spoiled answer.

"Easy relieved? Did you talk to Bella?" ask Narendra.

"Just ask me why I haven't come home" Deborah replied

"What did he answer?" ask Narendra.

I'm a dumb-ass. You still care, no. Argh, the dipper wear it feels more difficult for me at this time, where I have to be careful because nangkring in the squat toilet wear high heels. Sorry, this is a tutorial to make it difficult for yourself.

I sighed, the voices of the two humans that I suspected of playing the rim were gone. Aman, I took a sack of water and byurrr...

I came out of the bathroom feeling relieved. But it turns out that Narendra and Debora didn't go too far. They sat together with additional personnel lawyers. Where the way out of this place must pass through them.

I tidied up my dress as I cleared my throat slowly. What I did was supposed to. I just made the ending of this divorce look heartened.

I walked towards them, stopping by for a moment to say goodbye to Papi Narendra.

"Wait, Bella." stop the papi while holding my hand.

"What's wrong?"

Narendra stared at my fingers still pinned by the wedding ring five years ago.

He pulled it slowly, then played it for a while before throwing it on top of this religious courthouse.

I'm stunned. Why throw it there, I can sell papihh! Ten million in price. Ah, shucks. It's good to pay for Abhimanyu's motorcycle repair shop.

"That's it?" my many.

"You should think about what you're still wearing at this trial, Bella." said Narendra.

I'm throttling.

"That's because I'm—I still want to wear it on the last day of our relationship mas." I patted his arm.

"Thank you for throwing it away yourself. You are understanding."

I looked at three people here. All of them are serious faces.

"There again?" my many.

"From tomorrow you will only deal with my aide or my lawyer. Because all the business with me is done until today Bella. Youunderstand?"

Narendra straightened his shoulders in a half-alterness style. Despite being humble to a class of state officials, there was an exaggerated arrogance from the look in his eyes.

"Yes I understand." I said as I walked away. Aunt Marni who was waiting for me under the palm tree was eating her meatballs.

"Come, Nyah. Pumpung's already warm this." Aunt Marni waved her hand.

I chuckled, I was sure I could simplify today with what happened.

I put my tote bag on the cement chair encircling this palm tree.

Pour the sauce and ketchup, stir it. Then lift the bowl and cross the legs gracefully. I look perfect here, eating meatballs in a dress. Life is not always beautiful, so I just have to enjoy it well. Yeah well even I can throw a smile when Papi Narendra's car passes me.

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