Sorry your Husband I Borrowed
Request Divorce

Unlike usual, holiday tumben, Mas Arga is at home. Usually, they are never home. If not overtime at the office, he plays the same bike with his communities. \

I saw him lying on the living room couch. It seems, now is the right time to talk about my divorce request plan.

I'm approaching towards him. Sitting not far from the sofa in the living room.

''Mas, I want to say.'' I said start the conversation.

''Hm..,'' he said.

''I want to say, ''' I said again asking him to take care of me. You see, he is still in a lying position. Even though I've spoken twice.

''Wake up and say.'' I'm getting upset.

''By the way, I heard, ''' Mas Arga replied.

''I want to separate from you, I said seriously.

She's quiet. In fact, my words did not change Mas Arga's position. He remained lying down while closing his eyes, pretending to be sleepy.

''Divorce me, '' I snapped, but my voice wasn't too high.

''Thirteen years have I survived as I am today. Honestly, I don't want to keep going, like this. Our relationship as husband and wife is unnatural. We don't fit in.'' I said bluntly.

O Allah. He is silent, unresponsive to my words.

''Again, I beg you. Untie me. We live each other's lives. Because, it is useless for us to survive like this, because each other no longer cares. Lu...lu....gue...gue.

''I don't want to ask for a divorce. But, your attitude during these 13 years, do not treat me as a wife should, I said again still nyerocos himself.

''What the hell is talking about you. I was sleepy, said Mas Arga.

''I'm serious. Request divorce. I want to split with you. Better find a woman out there who can fit in with you!''

''How''fira? Can you support him with your meager ASN salary?'' trivialities ask.

I just say the same Mas Arga, can or can not, I will try to support Fira.

I reiterate with him, if I really can no longer live with him. There is no final word, from my debate with Mas Arga. But, he doesn't seem willing to let me go.

***

''Bang ''Bang. I told you the same thing. He doesn't want to divorce me.''

Boss Robert was silent. He was busy playing his phone.

''Yes already. Let's just wait for the right time to end it all. You want to live with him on, until he dies?''

''I don't know what else.I don't know anymore.'' I said.

I have never been considered a wife. While I, always carry out my duties. Cooking, washing clothes. House beres. Caring for children. Find your own money too.

''Yes already. Just go, honey. There's me for you.' said Boss Robert calming me down.

It's true, he was always there for me. Slowly I began to accept him. Because he gave me peace in my heart.

''Bang ''Bang. I'd like to ask. If you get caught by your wife, what are your actions?'' manya curious.

''By the way, this is. Strangely enough. Now, caught or not caught, I still love you.''

''Don't macem-macem, order me. Be careful if you betray me. I'll giggle later, '' she threatened seriously.

I even laughed at him.

He said, whoever dares to approach me, will definitely face off against Boss Robert. But, really I was embarrassed to make him, because all this time people were close to me, always made riot with him. Especially that guy's a man. Even until the grandfathers who only saw me from afar, had already been jealous of him. Hm.....

***

My heart was torn apart again, as Bik Inah seriously told me what he had heard earlier this afternoon from Mas Arga's conversation with someone behind his cell phone.

Many times I asked Bik Inah to make sure that what he heard was wrong. However, it turns out that Bik Inah made sure that his employer, Mas Arga was a little strange.

''Father, every day make a covenant with men, to the coffee shop. He continued to talk softly.'' Bik Inah's story for the umpteenth time.

''Yes Allah Bik. It has ruined my life BIk, since Bik Inah story about this, some time ago, my ungakp and I again shed tears in front of the middle-aged woman.

''Bik, but take care of my family's good name. Don't leak this secret anywhere.'' I asked expectantly.

''Yes, ma'am, I will take care. I promised my mother.'' she assured me.

''Bik...I want to ask for an opinion, same aunt.'' I said half hesitant to say that.

''Yes what...Ma'am, he asked waiting for my sentence.

''If for example I divorced my father, according to the aunt how?'' ask me to ask her consideration.

''Waduh. Afraid to talk about it. Later I mispronounced, sinned, I.'' he said seriously.

''I just pray for my mom and dad, to get along well.'' he said.

I am glad to hear the words of Bik Inah. He was considered my parents.

''I'm Building a Bik Inah. My life has been destroyed it is impossible to be repaired again.'' I said resignedly.

''Oh, don't be so, Mom. It's not too late. Mother is the same Father, can fix it.'' he said advising and as if giving me spirit.

***

I slowly asked Fira, how about the figure of the man she often called the good father. He said he likes a good father. He said, the reason for liking father is good, because he likes to take the road. Buy Fira's favorite food, continue to love Fira.

I see, indeed, Boss Robert loves Fira like a child. But, I doubt it. Isn't something that relationships are just beautiful at the beginning and sad at the end. He's got people. There's no way I can have it all.

''O Allah. Why did you present him to me. When my life is fucked up like this?''

''Virgo....Fira don't love the same kind father?'' ask her a prank, just before her night's sleep.

''Yes, good father, very good. Fira likes.'' he said, innocently.

''T-sook, take another walk yuk Mi, same good father. If the same father Arga, it will be difficult to walk. Arga's father is busy in the office.''

Oh my God, I was surprised to hear that. Apparently, my son also protested against Mas Arga's treatment all this time. Yep....Arga had ignored Fira. Let alone the streets, joking with Fira, also rare and almost never.

''Sorry, dear Mami, your father did not carry out his duties well. May you be a tough girl, will be big.'' said I stroked her hair, and she fell asleep.

Every day, Mas Arga is rarely with Fira. He, leaving in the morning, comes home sometimes midnight, when Fira sleeps.(connects)