The Dark World
Don't Marry My Ex!

...DON'T MARRY MY EX!...

...Author by: David Khanz...

That afternoon, the music still warms the atmosphere of the party ahead of the wedding of Evi and Ardi, at the house of the bride. Smoke was still billowing from the additional kitchen tent behind the house, mingling with the aroma of various cooking spices and the smell of sweat workers there. Suddenly, an uproar rang out among the crowd of invited guests. Attracts the attention of almost every eye present.

"What's up, anyway?" ask a worker in the kitchen, while poking his friend who suddenly appeared from the direction of the middle room. He looked nervously drenched in sweat, then replied, "Si Isma .. Come!"

"Isnma? His ex-wife Mr Ardi?" The others asked. Surprised accompanied by throwing a glance at each other friends. Answer the newly-appeared figure, "Yes. Who else?"

"Well, gross! There could be a commotion, right?"

"Ssttt ... go there first, yuk," take someone there. "The client knows, the next incident. Hihahi. Definitely exciting!"

"Take a. Hayu, uh!"

"Well, this ... cuisine, how?"

"Udah! Just stay a minute!" Others chimed in. "Snap, briefly hunted through the incident. Hihihi!"

They flocked to the living room, an area that still looked undecorated. Peering behind a thin strand of colorful cloth and some hiding, while installing sharp ears.

"Where am I, Is? Our relationship is clear. We are divorced. You want anything else, anyway?" tanya Ardi, the groom, accompanied by Evi's parents. While the bride hid in the room, weeping sniffled the sedan.

A woman named Isma is kinkling. The answer is, "Of course it's wrong, Mom! I am still in idah time. It's good that you want to marry again! Think a little, dong! Think about how I and my kids feel!"

"Lho, it's my liking, dong!" reply Ardi fierce. "Partially, I'd have suggested you make a reference, you don't want to. You remember, right? Is it wrong that I would marry again? Don't look for it, Deh, Is!"

"Who are you looking for that?" Isma's voice is rising. "Remember our children, Mom! They still need your attention! It's like playing mating again. Is there a virgin who wants to be with you? Don't be a little pretentious, deh, you. Now I take care of them myself. Your children!"

"Lho, why ... so do I? Who asked for the divorce? You, right? Why am I wronged now?"

"Yes, obviously .. I said too, you were wrong, Mas! Don't know how I feel?" Isma's breath to the brim, holding back anger. "Therefore, I deliberately brought a special lawyer, nih, make our problems complete!" Show Isma to the figure of a man sitting next to her.

"Include me, sir, I'm Farhan. His lawyer is Isma Damayanti" said the figure introduced himself.

Ardi glanced at Farhan for a moment, then switched to face-to-face with Isma, his ex-wife. "Yes, please take care of it. I'm even a seneng, so our business won't linger, right?"

"Mas!" exclaimed Isma, "in this condition, you can still talk like that? You got it, Mas?"

"So, what do you want, Is? Want to sue me? About what?" asked Ardi as if challenging. He was sure that this move was not wrong. "On the children .. 'I'll say, I will not lose responsibility. I will continue to fulfill my duties as their father. Except for you. I have no obligation anymore. You can't claim your rights, because we're officially divorced. Clear?"

Isma's eyes began to glaze over. Sharp looking at the former person who had been with him for a dozen years. The bias of the woman's eyes is no longer about love, but anger that has gnawed at the chest.

Then he said with a stammering sentence. "Great boy, you're talking as good as your udel. Don't take our problems lightly, Mom. I can sue you. Remember that!"

Ardi grinned, then chimed in, "Please, Is. Indict me. Show me, my fault where. As a matter of consideration, sir Farhan …."

"Yes, Mr. Ardi" said Farhan ready to listen.

Ardi continued saying, "Isma this ... have asked for divorce many times from me, and for the sake of the children, I have tried to survive. Until one day, I was forced to grant what he asked for. We have separated well. The matter of gono-gini property, I am trying to divide it. Including our children's rights. I have stressed that even though we are divorced, the rights of the children will still be fulfilled. Feeding costs and education costs, until they become adults and independent. If necessary, I will pay his mother for taking care of them. Don't you bother? I will be very happy to invite them to stay with my new wife later. Anyway, Evi doesn't mind—"

"Have Evi taken care of my children!" seloroh Isma surprised everyone there. "Where can he take care of the child? That kid stinks 'that's, where's the experience? Want to take care of our child? Weepy! Not me, Mom!"

Both of Evi's parents were silent. Down sad. Didn't expect that by the day their daughter's happiness would be like this. Married Ardi, a two-child widower aged thirty-seven years, is thought to be going smoothly. In fact, a strange problem is ready to twist.

Ardi patted the shoulder of his future in-laws. Ask to remain calm and patient.

"Yes, already. In accordance with our initial agreement, the children will stay with you, right? But at any time, I will also meet them. The problem is clear. Especially?" Ardi raised both arms. "But please yes, Is, in this case .. don't bring Evi. He is not involved in our problems at all. We both love each other. Both of Evi's parents had already approved. Tomorrow we get our wedding. Please .. understand."

"Squeals! Don't be ashamed! Straws like you're married to a young virgin. Don't-don't, you guys have been playing crazy behind my back for a long time, huh?" isma's toilet while glaring great.

"Shut your mouth, Is! Don't just accuse me!" exclaims Ardi with a chest of fireworks. Isma smiled wryly. The reply, "Can it, right? In such a short time, you can love each other. Keep mating. Hhmmm, I smell there's a whistleblower's scent here …."

"Enough, Isma!" snapped Ardi surprise. "You've gone too far! I can sue you back because you've slandered us!"

Isma again grinned. "Cute, where's my badger? Yes, yes, all this time your attitude is different. Apparently there are warts in our household life. Naturally, if I ask for a divorce, right?"

Mr. Evi suddenly spoke up softly. "Our son has been going nowhere, ma'am. Kalopun out, most business work. He never dated. So as of the present age, twenty-six years old, Evi is not married yet."

"Huh, that excuse can be made up, sir. He could have paid for work, but outside even dating Mr. Ardi. Could you, right?" said Isma fierce.

"Ishma!" ardi shouted with teeth grinding. Mr. Evi patted the shoulder of his son-in-law. Ask for calm and patience.

" … Evi was Mr. Ardi's man at work. Before this, their relationship was only limited to superiors and subordinates. The meeting was not intense either. Because Evi is just an ordinary worker" said Mr. Evi. "Just two months ago, Mr. Ardi came to our house to propose to Evi. The decision was fully placed back on the child and it turned out that he was willing to be married to Mr. Ardi. Because we also already know the status of Mr. Ardi, the widower of two children. Nothing is hidden. Mr. Ardi is honest."

"Cuih .. He can make it, sir. Moreover, the son of the Father is beautiful," always Isma returned while glancing towards her ex-husband.

"By the pretty side, Evi is also much better, smart, still young, friendly, soft—" Ardi added.

"Enough, Mom! Don't take my heartache any more, huh! Focus on our business! Kids, tuh, thinkin!" exclaim Isma with down-to-up chest. "************ that's in your head! You crocodile!"

Ardi took a deep breath. The ideal was then, "Yes, already. Our business was talked about. Want especially? Your lawyers are all too. Isn't that right, Mr Farhan?"

Farhan nodded, then replied, "Yes, sir. I looked up from earlier. I'll help you take care of that."

"Well, what are you, Farhan?" isma told her lawyer. "Don't you help the cave talk or what, cake? How, even so soft, anyway?"

Farhan smiled. "Let's talk back to the office, ma'am."

"Sweety!"

Finally, in the afternoon, Isma returned to Evi's family. But before he left, he said, "I want to make Evi .. Please don't want to be like that man! He is still the father of my children! Do not expect salary money from him, because there are rights of his children there. Remember that!"

The figures behind the decorating cloth were almost in unison rounding the lips, "Ooohhh …."

"It's, uh, money business, Mpok!"

"Ho'oh .. he was afraid that Mr. Ardi's children would be abandoned, because they married Neng Evi."

"It could also be that Isma's jealous, Mpok."

"Pastime! Even though it is already former, still not willing the former sausage maenannya will be enjoyed by young and beautiful women like Neng Evi. Ahihah!"

"Yes, Ma'am. Bandsinan Neng Evi, entangled ex-wife Pak Ardi burikiknya not kelulungan. Look, he looks like a gorilla."

"Guus!"

"Eh, wrong, huh?"

"hey are. Not a gorilla, but a cork! Hihih."

"Eh, horrors, heh .. Mr. Ardi's ex-wife is a midwife."

"A burik midwife's time is that?"

"Guus!"

"Eh …." One of them stopped the conversation while sniffing. "Well of a charred smell? Whatan, huh?"

"Yes, geez! My cooking, Mpok!"

"Jeez .. leumpeuh meat aing tutung sigana euy!"

"Wooh! It can be void, if the food turns into charcoal!"

"Wood! The chunky! Back to the kitchen!"

They immediately rushed to the back of the house. Even accidentally one of them kicked other cooking ingredients, accompanied by a style of talk and special sentences that SHOULD NOT be written HERE. The danger!

...WASHALAAM...