The Imperfect Story
Chapter 7

Like one verse of lyrics in a song, he was the first to make me Love, he was also the first to disappoint me.

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Ishmael stood on the balcony of his room, staring at the many stars scattered in the dark sky. Occasionally exhaling heavily. His eyes refused to close even though he was very tired. Shortly after, Kia came to know the side of the bed that did not have her husband.

"Well, can we talk?" kia said gently holding onto her husband's shoulder.

"Hmm." Ismail cleared the sign of agreement.  They came back and sat on the edge of the bed.

"What's up?" Ishmael opened the talk.

"I'm sorry. I know, I did you wrong. I should have said softly to you, and finished it at home instead of in front of our officers. I embarrassed you a few days ago. Sorry because only now do I apologize to you because I'm too busy." explained Kia while looking down.

Huh! Kia breathed for the second time when Ishmael was only a listener for not answering a word.

"But you should understand, right, why am I angry? Whatever you're doing should have asked me for approval first." Kia's pretext. Ishmael grumbled softly and laughed, laughing at himself who was always taken lightly by his wife.

"Of course, we better not have to talk. No matter how I act, it's always wrong in your eyes. Want to be a husband even as your business partner." grumbled Ismail with a clenched hand holding back anger.

"I've been patient for a long time, hoping that one day you will change. But what happened? You're always the same. Ever wondered who I really am in your eyes? Is it just as a passenger in your life?" ismail asked as he stared at the window, not at Kia.

"Do you blame me? I've never thought that way." Kia looked at Ismail dislike while folding both her hands in da da.

"But that's what you did to me, Kia!" furious Ismail.

"From the beginning of our marriage, you've always made me feel like a parasite in your life. Whether you are aware or not. You bring your leadership attitude to our household. I'll do everything according to all you want. All my advice or advice you ignored, made me realize my position in this house. I'm tired of living with you, Kia." Ishmael finally let out all the shackles in his heart.

"What do you mean?" Kia frowned hearing the word at the end of Ishmael's expression.

"Kia, I've been thinking about it. I want us to separate, maybe this is the best way for both of us." Ismail said confidently, there was no doubt in his eyes. Like it has been thought of for a long time.

Kia fell silent, until her body fell to the floor because it felt weak helpless. While Ishmael goes straight out of the room leaving Kia who starts crying.

Is it that easy for a man to say the word divorce to a woman who has accompanied him for several years? Inner Kia.

"You're kidding me, Mail!" berang Kia while scattering all the contents of the dressing table until the object fell irregularly. Kia was crying more and more and the long hair was on her own breast.

"You'll definitely be home, Mail. You won't be able to separate from me." Kia continued to monologue herself to convince herself so that her heart was not so sick. Until it did not feel the sun had spread its rays to various directions while Kia had not closed her eyes for a second.

Geck.. Geck..

Kia finally woke up from a contemplation session from last night when she heard the sound of her bedroom door being knocked. Kia sure, it must be Ishmael.

Kia immediately got out of bed and opened the door.

"Mail, you came home .. "Kia's words were restrained when she saw the little angel before her, it was Zayn who knocked on the door this morning. If usually Kia woke him, but now it is different, even Kia just does not remember if today she had to go to work.

"Morning, Mama." Zayn smiled with a neat appearance using a red white uniform attached to his body.

"Morning, darling." Kia's hoarse voice astonished Zayn. At the pull of Kia's shoulder to bend align their height. .

"Is your mom sick so you're not ready to go to work?" Zayn touched Kia's forehead using the back of his hand.

"Where is it, Ma? Did Papa leave for work early in the morning?" asked Zayn for not seeing Ishmael this morning.

"Well! Yeah, your dad's busy, honey. Yes, you had breakfast there. Afraid of being late for school. Mama's gonna take a shower for a minute." Kia leads Zayn down. Zayn obeyed. Kia briefly imagined, what would happen if Zayn found out what happened between her and her husband.

In the dining room, Mbak Asih has cooked Zayn's favorite breakfast menu fried rice with an additional omelet on it. Zayn ate it with a hearty meal and then closed it with a glass of warm milk.

Until she finished eating, Kia had not yet revealed her nose. Zayn felt like something was wrong. This is the first time Kia has done that. Because Kia is not a sick person, especially after holding his mother's forehead, Zayn felt that Kia was in good health.

"What's up, Prince? How come tumben not that spirit?" mbak Asih asked while tidying up the dining table and taking out Zayn's dirty dishes.

"Mama, I'm not sick. But like a sick man, Ma'am." said Zayn lethargicly. Soon after, Kia came down and joined them. Mbak Asih also immediately gave the bread that has been given jam as usual. Kia did not eat it and even daydreamed.

"Mother Kia all right? Or not feeling well anymore?" mbak Asih asked and watched the beautiful face well. He looks like his tired face.

"Well, Ma'am. Just soy sauce." said Kia with a forced smile.

After that, Zayn is picked up by Devita and immediately leaves for school. Kia also went straight to his company.

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The conditions in the company are boisterous. All the employees with their hands worked while their mouths were gossiping.

"Have you seen the latest post on Mr Ismail's insta?" Riska asked them all.

"Well, what is it? I'll see for a moment." James started to open his insta app and saw the top homepage showing posts in Riska's intent.

"really. What's going on, are they getting divorced?" ask James after seeing the post.

"Husst, it's not good to conclude such a bad thing!" reprimand Riska.

"Oh, Riska. You like to reprimand us, but you like to discuss it first." ledek James so that sounds rarity than others.

"Well, I'm just telling you." Riska's excuse as she put her lips together.

"We do not conclude haphazardly because we have often seen clear evidence of Mother Kia's attitude all this time." James ignited the thoughts of his friend.

Before long Kia arrived at her office with everyone staring at her in surprise. Not wanting to ask, Kia went straight into his greatness room.

Geck.. Gts ..

"Excuse me, Ms. Kia." Riska came with a map. A few seconds passed, Kia ignored him as her eyes focused on Ismail's uninhabited room.

Ishmael has made his heart ready to divorce me. Why can't he be patient with me? Inner Kia.

"Riska, did Ismail come?" asked Kia with eyes focused on the document that Riska brought earlier.

"Not yet, Mother Kia. Hemm, is there anything to do with the latest post on his Insta account, Bu Kia." said Rikas sesopan probably for fear of offending his big boss.

"Posts on Insta? What's the post?" Kia immediately wiped his phone and searched for posts that Riska meant.

"Remember, Mail!"