My Friend to My Husband
Divorce Request

After hearing the explanation from the young wife, Firhan finally fell silent for a while.

His mind was dizzy with work and his body was tired. But now Zaniah just seems to add his mind back.

“Thanks, Bi. Here's the phone.” Lillia turns to the kitchen after calling Firhan.

Knowing her husband was talking to the waiter, Lillia inevitably discussed with Firhan when the waiter agreed to give the phone.

In other cities, as a responsible man. Firhan immediately contacted his parents. It would be nice for him to ask for help from the mama to overcome some of his problems. Although not all.

Several times the sound of the call was heard until the owner rushed over.

“Firhan? Tumben.” muttered Wuri wonder.

“Mah, Lillia at home with just Aunty. I'm worried if something happens. Mama please help Lillia check, okay? Or be patient with him.” After the call finally Firhan explained what made him call.

Wuri sighed slowly. “You without asking, Mamah has definitely done. But it's best to let Lillia stay here first. Wait, where is Zaniah? Was it at home? Did they fight?” The mama's question made Firhan have to lie.

“Zaniah has Firhan told me to go somewhere Mah. Job business, I asked for help.”

Without asking again, Wuri also agreed and Firhan also agreed to the proposal of the mama.

The phone connection was finally cut off and here Firhan refocused on contacting Zaniah.

“Ah I better track it. At least the last location he detected is also okay.” said Firhan.

Now he was busy with his cellphone and saw the point where the wife was last felt on the edge of the city to the city where she was.

The more restless it feels Firhan found the behavior of the wife who did all of her own will.

At the hotel, Firhan stared at the scene of the city that was getting darker. Wanted to go find his wife but worried that they would be at odds.

Deciding to settle in the hotel, Firhan is careless. Several times he tried to contact his wife in fact still the same. Inactivated.

While in different places, the atmosphere of the dining table already looks more colorful. A smile expands on the face of ayu Wuri. The woman who was no longer young was so warmly welcoming her second daughter-in-law.

“Lia, let's eat. We'll have dinner sooner so you don't starve. Pity for sure the grandson of Mamah is hungry.” said Wuri attentively.

Lillia Zeni was so awkward to be in the grand residence of the in-laws without any

Zaniah or her husband. He was really scared to get the question that was beyond his expectations.

“Iya, Mah.” the answer is short.

“Have not been talked to. Your nervous daughter-in-law you don't stop talking, Mah.” said Mr. Dika.

They had dinner at six in the afternoon. The reason is because Lillia is pregnant. Of course they have to advance the dinner hour which is usually scheduled at half hour

eight nights. All for the sake of their daughter-in-law and future grandchildren.

Not infrequently at the dinner table Wuri chuckled at the words for the sake of his daughter-in-law who often praised the cuisine of the in-laws.

“This is really delicious, Mah. I usually don't like to eat fried food with flour. But this tastes good.” praise Lillia while chewing shrimp wrapped in seasoning flour.

“Masa anyway? Though Mamah fried just like loh?” Wuri chuckles.

Yet innocently Lillia spoke. “Oh..pantes tasty, Mah Pah. Kan Lia used to use flour that no brand continues to love salt so deh. It's so far away.”

He still praised even though he sounded cool.

Until they after eating voraciously, now the three moved to the television room. Enjoy television with flying fish drama.

Feeling bored, Mr. Dika paid to go to the workspace. Lillia is with her mother

in-law. Wuri was so happy tonight she was watching not alone anymore.

“Mah, the movie is exciting. Mama wants Lia to make a snack? Milk pie for example?” savorless

the daughter-in-law who was greeted with a cheerful face Wuri.

Without feeling they have not even one night is already so familiar like a child and mother.

No one knows if at the hotel where Firhan is staying there is a commotion.

“Jeez Niah, what are you doing? Niah Danger, danger. What do you think I am?”

Finally, after a long period of uneasiness, Firhan managed to blow everything away when the wife arrived at the hotel that afternoon.

Zaniah cries at the hotel.

“I'm sick, Mas. Enough of you to think of yourself. I really don't want you to stay anymore. I'll go wherever you go.” Zaniah expressed his desire.

Firhan who heard him grabbed his hair hard.

“Niah, I'm dizzy. Please don't add my head to get dizzy. Today all the work is in disarray. What are you thinking? Isn't it enough that me and your best friend are following your wishes? what else?” Zaniah looked at the red face of her husband full of anger.

“You said enough, Mom? Enough what? Your own mother is even like she is not

assume me. It's all because of who? Zeni. Your new wife.” Zaniah was no less angry to say everything.

Firhan sat on the sofa. Feeling his head throbbing pain. Slowly he takes a breath and exhales slowly.

“So what do you want? Tell me? Please, Niah. I was so confused with the office problem. Let's just get this thing sorted out. What do you want?” Firhan tried to speak by lowering his tone.

There Zaniah continued to cry. “I'm sick. Seeing Mamah was so considerate of Zeni. While I was not considered. I'm sick of it, Mas. I want to cancel everything.” At once Firhan's eyes were breaking into hearing the wife's words.

There was a feeling of annoyance when he heard how selfish his wife was.

“Where did Zaniah who used to have such a big care? You realize, Niah? This marriage is not what we want. But you beg. You forgot your request to Lillia?” Firhan did not think it was.

However, his words that want to remind how the request of Zaniah to his best friend actually makes Zaniah misunderstand.

“Have you fallen in love with him, Mom? You don't agree I'm asking you to get a divorce?

Is it true that you guys are flirting in marriage in the meantime?” Zaniah's accusation again made Firhan shake his head and scratch the rough of his back head.

“Niah, please. Please very well do not talk differently. Here you are wrong. Your intention in this marriage is to help the child right? Then is it so easy for you to ask us for a divorce while the fetus is not born yet? Don't you think how Mamah would be so angry with Lillia?” Zaniah could not hear her husband's words.

“Lilla? Lillia's? Lillia again! Is she the one you care about more than me, Mom? Yes?”