My Wife's Last Request

My Wife's Last Request
I Want a Divorce


In the largest shopping mall in the city, a woman is seen smiling while hugging the man next to her. Hands of the beautiful woman in that sexy and tight outfit, full of groceries.


The man who was his lover apparently just spent whatever the woman wanted.


"Thank you for taking me shopping."


"Of course, baby, whatever you want." Said a man named Chiko while squeezing his girlfriend's nose. Dinda.


Suddenly the smile of happiness that had adorned Dinda's face, now changed with sadness as if there was a deep disappointment in her heart.


"What's wrong?" Chiko asked while stopping and turning Dinda's body so that the two were now facing each other.


"When are we getting married?"


Deg !!


Again, that's what Dinda was talking about. Chiko can what? although actually he also really wants to build a household with Dinda. But Chiko can't make it easy, considering she's still tied up, a marriage bond with Humaira.


Chiko and Humaira have been married for 10 years and have two children together.


The first child who is now 7 years old is named Aisyah.


The second child is a 5-year-old girl named Almira.


Dinda's presence apparently grows the seeds of love in Chiko's long-vacuum heart. For some reason, but Chiko felt that there was no more love she could feel in her household Big Dipper with Humaira.


"Chiko, how come you're dumb. You are a habit if invited to talk about when marriage is always dumb. What the hell are you thinking?"


"Of course Humaira, who else," Chiko said.


Dinda then tells her feet before she chooses to leave Chiko.


"Miss.." Chiko closed her eyes before she chased after her lover.


"Wait." Chiko held Dinda's hand and stopped her steps.


"What?"


"Give me some time."


"I'm tired of hearing excuses that always say to give you time. 6 months I waited, but you haven't even talked about this to your wife."


"Now you choose between our relationship and your marriage. I'm a woman, I can't have a relationship like this without clarity."


Humaira then leaves Chiko. Chiko could do nothing but stare at Dinda's departure.


At home, Chiko went home and was immediately greeted by Humaira.


"Assalamualaikum." said Chiko.


"Getishalam." Humaira smiled as she opened the door and immediately kissed the back of Chiko's hand.


"Where's the kid?" ask Chiko.


"Mother just picked her up, she said if she wanted to take Aisyah and Almira for a walk."


Chiko just nodded her head then followed Humaira's footsteps entering the house.


"It just so happens that I'm home. I just finished cooking for dinner." Humaira smiled as she took out two dishes and prepared one plate of fried rice for Chiko.


Humaira started eating the food on her plate, but things were different. Chiko and Humaira usually eat together.


This time, Humaira sees Chiko not touching her food.


"What's wrong? don't you like the food I make?"


How do I say that I want to marry Dinda.


Chiko looked at Humaira, looking at the eyes of the woman who had accompanied her for 10 years made Chiko seem difficult to say her wishes.


"Mass? if you don't like the food I'm cooking, just say so. I'll change our dinner menu. What do you want to eat?" humaira asked gently.


"Okay, why do I feel that there will be a pleasant surprise from what you're about to say?" Humaira smiled as she stuffed a spoonful of food into her mouth.


"Humaira, I want us to get divorced."


Humaira reflexively put a spoon and fork on her plate giving rise to the clanking sound that breaks the silence of the night.


"did I make a mistake so Mas decided to get divorced?"


"You're not wrong, I just feel that I no longer find happiness in our marriage."


"I want a divorce."


Deg !!


What woman's heart does not hurt when she hears the word from her husband.


Nothing had happened before, neither the wind nor the storm entered and disturbed his household. Then suddenly the husband said if he wanted to divorce just because he no longer found happiness in the household, it was really a painful thing.


"Buck..."


"I'm sorry, Humaira. I know maybe this decision surprised you. But my wish is well-rounded to divorce you."


"What's the reason you want to get divorced because of that woman?"


Chiko fell silent, and Chiko's silence made Humaira smile. A real smile signifies sadness.


"So is it true that I've heard about you being in a relationship with your secretary?"


Chiko fell silent, to be honest she was so heartless to hurt the woman who had already given her two very beautiful daughters. Unfortunately, the desire to establish a new relationship with Dinda makes her have to be strong to make choices.


"I'll give custody of our two daughters to you, I'm sure they'll be happier when they're with you. If I don't get away from the responsibility. I'm gonna keep paying them until they finish the last education they want."


Chiko let out a long sigh before she gave a file containing divorce papers to Humaira.


Test !!


Humaira's tears could no longer bear her, Humaira used the hijab she was wearing to wipe away the tears that had soaked her cheeks.


Humaira opened the divorce papers that Chiko had signed.


"Can't we talk about this again? aren't you thinking about Aisyah and Almira's feelings?"


"Humaira, don't make it harder for me to make a choice."


"So it's harder to leave Mas's affair than to keep his wife and children?"


"Just put that document here after you sign it." Chiko chooses to leave in the presence of Humaira.


"Wait, wait" Humaira said, stopping Chiko's footsteps.


"I'll sign this letter after I'm willing to comply with my last request."


Chiko was seen still in her position standing on her back to Humaira.


"I want for a whole month. I will spend time with me and the kids. Help me to prepare all the needs of Aisyah and also Almira. Every night, I want the mas to carry me to bed. Just like when we first entered this house."


"That's all?"


"Yes. That's it." Humaira squeezed the wet end of the hijab with tears.


"All right."


Chiko then left Humaira without looking back.


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