THE 2ND MAN
Chapter 39. Threshold Ketok!

Geck! Geck! Geck!

Finally after about four months, the sound of three hammer taps echoed in the courtroom. Yes, today is the day of my divorce hearing with Ryan. Ryan and I are officially divorced today.

"Alhamdulillah!" The words of thanksgiving sprang from the lips of my parents. Either I should be sad or happy, but tears just flow. My father and mother who were sitting on my left right immediately grabbed me.

At one o'clock in the afternoon we got out of the religious court office and went straight home on public transport.

When I got home, I locked myself in my room. The tightness that had been lodged in my chest immediately spilled when I arrived home.

"Whoever is this sick is Allah." I'm not mourning my divorce! But it hurts to remember I can't give a whole family to my son's Bagas. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry you chose to give up." I held my sob by biting a strong pillow so that the sound of my crying was muffled by the pillow. "Sometimes you'll understand, son, why you chose this path."

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The next day I went back to Gresik where I worked. I can't take too long off because I've taken too many days off when I have to go back and forth to the trial. Luckily my boss understood my situation at the time. And Yuni's sister who fully supports my divorce with Ryan.

"Where? Is it plong now?" Yuni asked as we sat together in front of the TV. Currently the cafe is in a quiet state because it has just opened. I'm shaking. "Why?" Yuni's mother seemed to be frowning her forehead.

"Come on, I'm sure I'm still scared. Afraid to meet on the road. What if Ryan's mad that I'm divorcing him?"

"Yes it's his own fault! Why not come in during mediation. If he comes, he can appeal. Or maybe if he objected to the divorce can be referred back." Yes, indeed Mas Ryan never came at all in our divorce trial. "Yes, don't think about it. I doain Ryan snagged the same chick over there and never came back."

"Well, if my son is looking for his father, how? Her mother is not around her now her father is not there either. Hiks. hiks. malang nian your fate son, forgive mother dear."

"Eh, how we cry." Mbak Yuni handed me a tissue box and I grabbed it.

The roar of several motorized vehicles stopped in front of the cafe, more precisely in the cafe parking lot. Some people went inside the cafe and immediately took a seat. If you see from the appearance of wearing t-shirts and shorts and sarongs attached to the shoulders, indicating that they are local village fishermen. Or maybe the neighbors of the village, I guess still the area around here. I got up from my seat and approached them.

"You want to pesen what mas, sir?" Ask me with a friendly smile.

"Just open up?" Say one of them is young.

"No, that's not what I meant. But the cafe just opened."

"Thank God it's been a while, 'Oh, it's been a few months." The man looks like a beard.

"Can you contact mbak?" He thrust his hand towards me. I didn't shake his hand either. I dared to raise my head to look at him first. After that person put on a friendly smile, I reached out my hand to shake his hand that had been hanging in the air.

"Al-Senja!" I immediately pulled my hand back.

"Don't be afraid, we're not bad people. We just want to be friends with Mbak."

"Oh yes, I just call Dusk yes let it be more familiar. You must be far below me, too." The person tries to get along. "Meet me, I'm Tirta." Tirta put her hands on her chest introducing herself while smiling kindly. I just nodded. "When what's your friend's name?" Tirta pointed at Mbak Yuni who was still sitting in front of the TV.

"Yuni mas!"

After recording their order I immediately went inside to prepare their order.

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