Should We Divorce?
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Ares was sitting on the side of the bed when the clock showed him at nine o'clock in the evening. Both of his hands refuted at the sides of his body, and his head lowered agitatedly. He could not wait for the splashing sound of water from the bathroom to stop, then replace the figure he was waiting to come out of there.

It's not good to hold a curiosity all day. It feels like something is stuck and hard to lose. From this afternoon he had no chance to talk about this, hopefully now he can straighten things out.

Cklek.

Kontan alone Ares' head turned. Welcomed the red piyama female figure out from inside there. Her original dyed hair and plain face without makeup polish, really made Ares amazed. Enchanted.

"Tumben's not asleep?" Serena took off her sandals, and went up to the bed. Lay down, pull the blanket.

But because there was no answer at all from Ares who was still sitting behind him, Serena so stop doing his activities. He's a little confused. "You why? It hurt?"

Ares shook his head. "Darling, I want something."

"What's mean? Usually just talk."

Silence for some time. Serena became more confused and changed her position to sit facing Ares' back.

"What do you want, anyway? Just be curious."

"For example, someone from our past comes again, what would you do?"

"Whose past? You?"

"Yes who."

"Here you are talking about it. Madep here try. What is madep behind that?" Serena patted Ares' shoulder.

Ares raised his legs and turned around. Sitting cross-legged with a manyun face like a child sulking. Anxious!

"Cock suddenly that's it?"

"Father. Just random." The answer is while making a random pattern on the sheets. I dare not look at Serena.

"Your ex came?"

"No." Ares' reflex replied. Panicked looks.

"You're panicking, it means your ex's real." Serena's eyes squeaked.

"No, Honey. It can't be. Who tried the guy? It can't be so damn tree. Where exists. You know I don't even

"OK on slow..." Serena raised her palm as Ares spoke. "I believe it's not your ex, okay? So now try re-trying your question."

"Uhm... If our past comes again, what are you doing?"

"Nothing to say."

"Well, what's wrong?"

"What do I have to do? Roll around in front of him?"

"I mean, what is it. Will hate, forgive, or have intentions for CLBK."

"Past times were different, Res. Maybe someone broke up well, the break up is not good. Who know?"

"Which type are you?"

"I'm..." Serena seemed to think with a glaring look. "Honestly, I'm a guy who doesn't like revenge if people don't hate it. So I guess I'd be more sorry just let my heart plong. Not full of useless things like that. You know what I mean, like remembering the past."

"Your revenge? Missing after he's sorry?"

"You people are sorry, I'll be sorry if he really meant it and wanted to change. His grudge might as well be good."

"So you have the intention of CLBK?"

"Sorry doesn't mean you have to go back, Res. I mean yes, yes. They're just the past and they're sorry. It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Even if you hate that guy?"

"I'm sure, before the hatred existed, our past would have been the most pleasant thing. We've had a taste, we've been together, he must have made a beautiful impression. So as bad as he is, he was once a valuable person right for us? So there's no harm in apologizing?"

"How fatal is his mistake? You still want to apologize?"

"Maybe yes, maybe not. I'm the type to be sorry for, but surely my attitude toward him is not what it used to be. Semacem, yes maybe my trust and respect for him has been thinned or maybe no more."

"Well, did he take it back?"

"Of course I refuse. Our relationship with our past ends inevitably because there is a mismatch between us. And I don't want to repeat the same mistake with the same person. So, I choose to continue living. Not only is he doing it."

"So----

"But just deket as temen loh yes. I won't let my past be a part of my life."

"Relatedly? Even if your ex is as good as me?"

"That's your geer, '" Serena flicked her hand with a faint smile. The woman then lay down and pulled the blanket. "Udah ah tired of talking. I'm going to sleep."

"I'm not a geeer," Ares was lying next to Serena. He rests his head with his right hand. "Hana said I look like Jefri Nichol. How do you think?"

"Not sleeping has been a dream first." Serena snorted and twisted her body against Ares.

Ares's small laughter sounded. His heart felt so relieved. Light-weight. Not like this afternoon filled with guesses and curiosity. He was grateful that Serenya was less likely to be able to react with his ex. Ares also believes that Serena is not the type of woman who easily turns away. Ares is sure of that.

Feeling Serena had already entered into her dream realm, Ares' left hand coiled around her slender waist. Full of warmth and love. "May you really keep your word and nothing will change between us."

Without Ares conscious, his murmur was heard by Serena who was still not asleep.

• • • • •

Lunch time arrives. Ares closed the laptop in front of him, then followed by a movement of stretching his finger that felt very sore. His arms also felt stiff, let alone his slightly heavy head as it continued to stare at the screen.

The man walked towards a door in his room. His private room was like an apartment. He opened a mini-fridge next to the sofa and picked up two canned soda drinks. He opened one of them while enjoying the cold from the refrigerator door that was deliberately not closed.

"I'm coming, Men!" Shouted Vino from the doorway.

Ares sighed softly and closed the door of his fridge. His body then turned to see Vino who was sitting on his bed and was opening the food he brought earlier.

"Thanks," Vino caught it perfectly and smiled broadly. "Here, Men, sit. Lunch was us."

"Not to you." Ares shook his head.

"This is my favorite sirloin steak. Far away from buying it, Men. I need a fight."

"Make a loe. Nobody asked either. Why try to bring everything?"

"Goat! It was brought instead of saying thanks, even sewot. It's called care. I'll see you never noticed bini loe."

"Ck! Started again. I ate there. If your mouth laper likes not to talk."

"Yes, I want to eat, really. Sana aja loe died. Tomorrow there will be news "Great businessman Antares Risjad died of starvation" deh lo nyaho new. Shame on rich businessmen but can't afford to eat."

"Loe style bring news okay too. May I change Jeremy Thomas tomorrow."

"Damn! Jeremy Thomas is a filmmaker."

Ares only chuckled softly as he left Vino to stand in front of the large window belonging to his room. The man lowered his head rubbing the screen of his phone which was pitch-black. Recalling that hundreds of times the invitation, rejected through this flat object.

Vino who was chewing also smiled obliquely watching Ares who looked very upset. "Rejected again, Bro?"

Ares raised his head to hear Vino's sneer. Look at the vehicle down there.

"Gue said also what, bini loe will never ngiyayain call for lunch loe. He will never change. I had lunch the same as sure."

"Serena refused because she was busy. No need to cook."

"Saking busy until can not be invited to lunch? Even her own husband?"

"Oh, Vin. Started my ugly-ugly wife."

Vino flicked his shoulders indifferently and resumed eating. Ares lit a cigarette he took out of his pants pocket. Suck it deep, and then pat it slowly.

"Oh yeah, how was it? Are you still tanya?" Ask Vino.

Ares took a sip of his soda and threw it in the trash. "Ask what?"

"The servant."

"Udah." Ares replied relaxedly. Because she was so relieved by Serena's reply last night.

"What's the answer?"

"Because it won't be CLBK with his ex. I'm also sure he won't betray me."

"Where are you sure? There is no ex only his attitude he is like gini, what if there is now his ex?"

"The servant is only the past. It won't affect her life right now."

"Oh yeah? Really?" Vino shakes his head while stroking his chin. "Hmm. I'm not sure."

"Gue is her husband. Why should you be sure? I'm sure I'm not sure I won't do it for you."

"Yes okay. It's up to you, deh. I as a friend can only support. But don't be so confident, bro, you need to be careful."

"Wareful why?" Ares chuckled softly. "Why do I want to go to war?"

"Yes beware, anyway. I got an umbrella before it rained. We never know what's going on in front of and behind us?"

Ares was speechless with one hand sinking in his pants pocket. He was exploring what Vino meant. Until finally, the sound of footsteps approached him, patting his shoulder twice, and now Vino was looking at Ares from the side seriously.

"What do you mean, Vin?"

"Loe asked if Serena has met her ex or not?"

Ares flinching. He looked at Vino thinking, why didn't he ask this last night. ****!

"Believe it, but don't be too careless. It could be behind loe Serena often met the same ex."

• • • • •

"Where? Yummy?" Asked Reno impatiently.

Serena nodded in spirit. Pisses bulging. His hand held a drinking tumbler containing ice sucha (milk matcha ala coffee shop) buata Reno.

"Thank you." Reno stroked his chest while putting on a relieved smile.

"It never seems to change. Always the same." Serena smiled broadly.

"Who did dong do it? Me!" He laughed a little while patting his chest proud.

"How can you do everything I like?"

"Can, dong! If we eat together, I'm the one who always pesenin."

"Hahahaha yes."

"I know you as well as Mr. Edi. In the past, people were like you, where know where to eat cheap for boarding children who are flat."

"Yes really. If you do not invite, maybe until graduation I will not know if there is a place to eat as good as that."

"And for sure, it's cheap. It's good to make nebelin a kost kayak kare kid bag I used to."

They spent their lunch together full of laughter and nostalgic stories. Accompanied by peanut-brown toast and matcha milk ice from warkop Pak Edi.

Serena seemed to forget who this person who was laughing with her was. He seemed to have forgotten what Reno had done before. The woman did not care and kept laughing.

Until finally he realized when Reno rubbed the corner of his lips. His laughter slowly stopped replacing with the two looking at each other deeply.

Reno smiled slightly. "Sori. Your abyss is a straw. Never changed like a little boy."

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