Not the Perfect Wife
14. Divorce
"Okay, Oma's granddaughter, where have you been? Oma cariin from earlier," asked Karina.
"Alin doesn't want to go home evil Papa" Afrin chanted.
"Papa not evil, Papa said the same Oma he said he wanted to participate whatever Afrin wanted," said Karina.
"Benall?" ask Afrin to make sure.
"Yes right" answered Karina.
"Tante, I'm going home to see Mama, da da" said Afrin, waving her hand.
"Yes da da," said Yasna waving her hand as well, she also nodded her head in the moment Karina left.
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"Dear Assalamualaikum" said Zahran.
"Waalaikumsalam, how can I help you?" ask Yasna.
"I want to talk for a minute" said Zahran.
"So don't wait at the restaurant in front of me, I will follow, if here I am afraid for my mother sad," said Yasna, who was embraced by Zahran.
Zahran is sad to hear Yasna's call to him has now changed as it was when he first met, but he can't do anything about it.
"I wait there" said Zahran.
Yasna clamored for one of the employees and left the store, Yasna's steps were heavy as she walked down the street to the Restaurant, wanting Yasna to turn around, but if Yasna went the problem would never be finished, he also needs clarity about his household now.
"Sorry to wait a long time" said Yasna, who had just sat down.
"It's okay, as long as I'll wait" Zahran said
"I've ordered food for you" Zahran continued.
"Thank you" said Yasna.
Zahran looked at Yasna closely, a plain face with thin make-up, a soft look in the eyes, as well as a little curly long black hair at the ends, a little, it was this woman he longed for who always made Zahran's days colorful.
"What's wrong? why look at me like that?" yasna asked as she saw Zahran looking at her without blinking.
Yasna remembered that this morning she was only wearing her mother's powder, because she had not bought it, remember that Yasna left the house without bringing anything? So today she just wears powder without lipstick and others because Yasna does not like the color of her mother's lipstick that is too red.
"Nothing, I just wanted to apologize for slapping you yesterday" Zahran said with a hand that would rub Yasna's cheek she slapped yesterday, but she quickly dodged.
"It's okay I understand so there's no need to apologize" Yasna said.
"Are you not angry?" ask Zahran.
"About what?" ask Yasna back.
"About...
"If what do you mean about the slap? I'm not angry, but if you mean about your marriage to your second wife? Do I need to answer it? I'm sure you know the answer without me having to answer" Yasna said as if she knew a question from Zahran.
"Sorry" said Zahran.
"No need to say that word, no matter how much you say it I can't forgive you, maybe not for the moment, maybe someday," sahut Yasna with a long sigh at the end of his words.
"Darling, you know I never loved that woman, only you that I loved and that was always in my heart" Zahran said.
"Love alone is not enough to strengthen the walls of the household, there are so many aspects that affect it and the child becomes one of them, I can not possibly give it, you also know the reason," said Yasna.
"Now that we have children, our household will be stronger, dear!" exciting Zahran.
"The child is not ours, but yours and hers" Yasna said.
"What!!" suffocating Yasna in surprise, he sighed before continuing his words.
"Aren't you thinking how your wife and your son feel? They need their mother as well as your wife, no mother is willing to part with her child, and I don't want to be the villain that separates Mother from her child" Yasna said.
"But he has set us apart" said Zahran.
"Not just him, it's also your choice.I was surprised since our move Mama never discussed about children and two years ago I once offered that we adopt a child, but you rejected it and said you didn't want to talk about it anymore, you know that even though I was disappointed, but deep down in my heart I was happy because I thought you wanted to keep my feelings, but it turns out I was wrong, you already have a biological child out there and have made Mama no longer whine asking for grandchildren, really sad is not it? Everyone knows your second marriage, but I'm like a fool who doesn't know anything" Yasna said in tears.
"Sorry" said Zahran.
"Therefore I beg you to let me go" said Yasna softly.
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"A what is your sister?" asked Zahran in a stern voice.
"Punish me" replied Yasna with increasingly heavy tears.
"I can't" said Zahran.
"Why?" ask Yasna.
"I love you so much, don't you love me anymore? I'm sure deep down in your heart you love me the most, so please don't leave me" Zahran said.
"What's the fuck talking? He asked for a divorce, he's divorced!" exclaiming a new woman who came is none other than Avina Zahran's second wife.
"What are you here for?" ask Zahran coldly.
"As expected, you will meet him" Avina said.
"Why indeed? She's still my wife if you forget" Zahran said.
"She's been asking for a divorce, so why should Mas keep her? She is not the perfect wife for Mas, I have given Mas a daughter and soon we will have a son who will be the heir to our family" said Avina.
"After the child is born I will divorce you and return to Yasna" Zahran said, without them noticing, they were already the center of attention, restaurant patrons whispering to each other about them.
"What?? I don't want to, if you divorce me? I'll take them away, they're my children" Avina said.
"And you barren woman, you better go! You have disturbed the tranquility of my household" cried Avina.
"Ha ha ha you're not wrong? you should have said those words to yourself, you who came into my household instead of me, is this what people say the bellows yell?" ask Yasna cynically.
"You're the base, aauuu," ringis Avina because her stomach accidentally hit the table, and,
"Why are you pushing me? Aduuuhhh was sick," ringis Avina who suddenly blamed Yasna.
"I didn't say anything about you, yes" Yasna argued.
"Mas, he pushed me to fight, blood," Avina fought and saw the blood dripping on her leg.
"I didn't....
"Yasna," snapped at Zahran.
Zahran immediately carried Avina and took her to the hospital, Zahran's body shook when he saw the blood dripping on Avina's legs, he continued to pray that nothing happened to Avina and her future children.
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