The Bitter Three's
Bidadinya Mas Raka's

"Mas Raka, there's a guest in waiting room number 3," the operator said as Raka entered the office with a stack of bantexes filling her hands. It's a break and he's still busy. I don't know where, Susan's meeting at Yudha Corp. So Raka had to work on the second part.

"Huh? Miss Susan again in Faithful!" sahut Raka's.

"His eyes were looking for Mas Raka, when it came, whose wife Mr. David Yudha was, you know,"

Raka stopped her steps, "How much wife?"

"Ih, how do I know. He was wearing a veil at the time. Now I don't wear it anyway but I'm confused about what wife I am,"

"How's he?"

"Heeemmm, white skin, tall, there's a mole over the lips, cheerful friendly rame howaaa rowdy,"

"OK," Raka put all the bantex on the operator's desk and without further ado she ran towards the elevator to get down to the waiting room.

"Mas Raka! How are the documents on my desk? Messy dong!" Omel operators.

"Please anterin everything to the Iueee table," exclaimed Raka from inside the elevator.

-----***-----

As fast as lightning Raka ran into waiting room number 3.

Geez! The man thought of nothing but this woman! Of the many women who were close to him, and ended in disappointment, mostly because of Raka who left them, this figure made Raka selfish.

Selfish to have it. No matter who he belongs to.

Alwa must be the guest waiting for her. There's no way Hanifa.

And he let out a sigh of relief when he found out that the figure he missed was sitting on the chair of the meeting room while looking around him with a careless look.

Alwa turned her head as Raka opened the door.

And smile.

"Assalamu'alaikum," hissed Alwa gently.

Raka replied to Alwa's greeting with a face full of longing. A day without meeting feels like a century. And the man directly attacked Alwa with a hug. “Great kangen,” murmured the man. Anyway, in a public place.

“Maaaasss, “ complained Alwa.

“Just a minute, plis, I miss it,” Raka has never felt like this before. He learns of Alwa's struggle to find him alone. In addition to studies, the woman almost never went alone. Ever since they got close, Alwa started daring to go around alone.

“Later to see people,”

“Let's just, make a scandal at all. I don't care,”

“Dih! Later on slander, Mas,” Alwa trying to encourage Raka. Yet futile. The man stood strong like a stone wall.

And Alwa's hand touched something warm and hard. Abdominal muscles Raka.

Urged Alwa's fingers to explore, tempting him to search.

This is the real man.

When they miss, they are like bulldozers that hit the left-right just focus on the goal of longing.

When they are dear, they will turn into a soft and comfortable blanket hugging women with heart.

When they lust they will forget everything and obsess over objects.

And when they love, their world will be yours.

As long as they are not disappointed. The world will be destroyed until everything is crazy.

Very selfish figure of this man.

Yet making women unable to abandon her and sidelining common sense, logic and sanity is their forte.

“Mas Raka I want to talk, important,” hiss Alwa instantly. The mood became serious.

Raka fell silent and took off her embrace.

“Oh yes, sorry ...,” hiss Raka.

Alwa was not angry. The woman smiled gently and grasped Raka's fingers, inserting her lentic finger into each of the man's long finger niches. Then tighten his arm.

Raka was once again dumbfounded.

Every finger of Alwa is static electricity to him. The feeling of goosebumps immediately attacked his nape. The sensory nerves in his palm indicated a silk scarf that instantly filled every corner.

“I've been ingested,” said Alwa.

“What?”

“I've been ingested Abi, this morning,”

“Ah!”

-----***----

Flashback this morning.

“Alwa, everything you will hear this morning will be the turning point of your life,” David said as Hanifah returned to her room, and there were only the two of them at the dinner table.

“Abi, how serious is it?”

David smiled gently and stroked Alwa's cheek, “It has been completed my task will be your life, there is nothing else I will charge you,”

“I mean, Abi?” I don't know why Alwa was feeling so sad.

“Raka yesterday met me and Susan. He asked you to be released, and asked you to be his wife,” David said.

Alwa.

It's true Mas Raka! His complaint. Why is his heart so relieved?

“My father appointed a religious court to be your legal guardian and Hanifah, after me. Your custody is with him. After this I hope you and Raka ask for her blessing as well. And the reason I let you go first from Hanifah is that I have faith in Raka, that she can take care of you,” David said.

Alwa was still waiting for her core words. David is still circling. At this time, David is still trying to convince himself that the man took the right path. The path that should have happened.

“Alwa, how do you feel about Raka? If you are in doubt, I will not advance to the next stage,”

Alwa feels limbung. His head was immediately twitched.

He is not ready for this situation. So suddenly!

What exactly is going on?

But suddenly like something supernatural whispers it, that thinking of the forerunner to the cause of the consequences will be continued. Now Alwa has to focus on herself.

What did he want all this time? What has he been dreaming about all this time? Why is it so easy for him to let Raka into his life? And most importantly ... why does her longing for Raka outweigh her own husband?

“Abi ... “ Alwa speaks like a whisper, he cannot yet control himself. Even now the tears began to wet his eyeballs. His gaze was blurred due to the feeling that was spilled.

“Abi, please release me,” the stuffing. “And forgive all my mistakes sincerely. I claim to have sinned against Abi, but I'm an ordinary man ..”

Alwa was unable to continue her sentence because her throat felt choked. He could only sob and bow in shame, dropping his tears on the glass table.

“Alwa, remove your tears, and look towards me,” hiss David while holding out a tissue.

Alwa took a deep breath, then exhaled.

“Possibly, this is the last time you were my wife,” David said again.

There is no sadness in that sentence, David said it like he had memorized it a long time ago. Was that man dreaming? That he was actually burdened by this marriage? And the man had been dreaming of saying this sacred sentence without burden to Alwa? Has Alwa been stoning for David?

Alwa wiped her tears and raised her face. It was fitting that everything he did to please David was in vain, the man remained cold and unmoved. His response to Alwa's cheerful attitude was like a rock, even worse, like a machine! Often Alwa just kept quiet while crying.

“Ya Abi, I seem to like Mas Raka,” hiss Alwa.

David nodded, though,

“Today has fallen my talaq against you. From now on, you are no longer my wife. It is illegal for me to touch you, because our marriage has finished up here,”

-----***-----

Raka bengong heard the story of Alwa.

“How about the witness?” ask Raka.

“No witnesses, Mas. But Abi sent a short message on his phone with the same sentence, accompanied by the day and hour that prevailed this morning. He today appointed a divorce lawyer and will take care of his legalization in the religious court,” Alwa handed his phone to Raka so that Raka can read the contents of a short message containing the sentence of David's talaq.

Raka laughed softly, laughter full of relief.

Then the man reached into his own cell phone from inside the bag.

“Halo Sir? Tomorrow you and Dad can come to Jakarta? I know busy with Juleha's wedding, just jerk off sir. Temenin brother proposed to the candidate's house besan!"

“Hah? Devil boy! Who are you hamili, Bang?!” scold his father from across.

“Not pregnant, Paaaaak! But if he doesn't, he'll be taken by another monkey! You want this brother lamar, angel!”

Is proposing to a woman who is in the period of iddah allowed? Let's take a look at the trick in the next episode.