
*"mas, if there's any time I can meet you, there's something I want to talk about"
"i'm there tomorrow morning"
"mash*the message that Praya sent Bara kept looking at, something different from the woman, unlike the Praya she knew, already two weeks after the incident at the house of Praya, never once did Bara visit Praya.
Dista the wife is showing rapid development, Dista slowly began to learn to walk using a cane, embers do not want to spend one day alone with Dista. without coal tau , a young woman who is his wife, too, must resist his desire not to buy what the fetus wants in his stomach. Praya has no money, he has to save money to meet the needs of his life in a new place later.
at home, Praya makes a steamed sponge that he so craved since yesterday, the price of Bulo that Praya wants is so expensive, Praya prefers to make his own at home rather than buy.
"mama's boy wants to eat a sponge, huh? da? wait a minute baby, mama again makein" Praya pour the dough into the mold, there are about 10 molds filled, Praya stack the mold into a pot that the water is boiling.
while waiting for Kueenya Mateng, Praya continued by squeezing coconut milk from the grated coconut that he had bought at the market, Praya wanted to make coconut fish vegetables, Praya was actually not very good at cooking, and was not very good at cooking, he has just learned to cook from watching YouTube videos, hopefully the results don't disappoint.
all spices are also ingredients to make coconut milk fish vegetables are ready, just wait for the cake sponge Mateng, then Praya can cook the vegetables, just like the other ingredients, because Praya only has one stove and one pot that he now uses, all the objects that Praya has sold, tomorrow he will leave this house, Tampa brings anything but clothes.
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Praya put five steamed balls into the container, the sponge he stored to be made stock, while the rest will be Praya eat alone.
Praya so enjoy his homemade cuisine, very rarely Praya cooking, he prefers to buy because it is simpler, but from now on, Praya must save even more, and must learn more cooking again.
"Alhamdulillah" said Praya so grateful, he rubbed his flat stomach, finally his cravings were fulfilled as well, even though Praya had to bother first.
"how son, how delicious is not mamah cuisine" Praya smiled with his head leaning against the wall.
"son, someday, you don't look for papa yes son, you just have a mama in this world, but mama promises to love you son, son, mom will try to be a mom and dad for you, baby"
suddenly Praya's tears trickled down, she felt a tightness in her chest, too much pain to remember everything the coals did to her and their child, the coals never admitting to her child, she said, Even with the heart to ask Praya to abort her, ember also did not care when Praya begged for help, Praya was really disappointed and chose to give up.
"i love you, mas, I love you, I'm sincere with you, I always try to be a good wife, never demand anything, never ask for anything, never ask for anything, I never forced my love on you either"
"and now I realize that, at any moment, you will never be my husband"
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early in the morning, Praya is ready, wear it neatly, Praya use a rather closed shirt, with a black scarf that will be used as a head covering, a large bag of clothes was already at the door, a small bag was already there.
Praya is now waiting for embers, he wants to say good farewell with embers, Praya can not file a divorce lawsuit, Praya does not have money to take care of everything, he left everything to Bara.
hearing the sound of the car approaching, Praya rushed to open the door, Praya could see the embers coming down from his car in neat clothes ready for the office, Praya smilingly welcomed her husband, she said, usually Praya will run for joy if the man comes, although the coals always give a rejection response when Praya hugs him.
Praya grabs a hand of coals to kiss with the reverence of the back of his hand.
"where are you" Praya did not answer, she let the embers in.
"go in, mas"
Praya to the stove table, he brought a tray containing warm tea and steamed cake made for Bara.
"you say what, hurry, I'm in a hurry"
"in drink first mas"
"i don't have time to drink this cheap tea" said Praya, trying to keep her smile.
"have you abandoned that child"
"our son died and our son was not saved"
"thankfully" Praya remas pink dress that she wears, Praya no longer know what kind of embers to describe, may ember to give thanks for the lies that Praya said, Praya said, it seems that Praya was completely wrong in judging Bara's figure.
"hurry up, tell me what" Praya breathed air first
"mas, I want us to get divorced, I want to split up and end our relationship" coals gave a sharp look at Praya.
"what's the reason you asked for a divorce, Praya"
"i don't love you anymore mas, I want to stop being your lustful wife, like the covenant we made before marriage, if I have the right to stop being your lustful wife, whenever I choose to give up" said Praya loudly, no lips that vibrate even though his heart is so sick, Praya never wanted a farewell, Praya wanted to live on coals, but that man didn't want to.
"Well, bismillahbornrahmanirrahimi, Bara Argantara, Today, drop talak on you Praya, start this heart, we have nothing to do anymore"
"now we are no longer husband and wife in the eyes of religion, I will take care of our divorce immediately"
Saying embers loudly, not a single sentence was spoken again, he did not even turn his gaze from Praya, after saying that, Bara immediately stood up intending to leave.
"mas wait" was heard once the sound of Praya's voice holding back her cries, the embers stopped at the door, Praya grabbed the savings book from the table.
Praya stood right in front of Bara.
"gold, this is all, the money you loved during the seven months we were married, all the money you always threw in my face every time we finished a relationship, I put it in that savings book, I put it in that savings book, even if I never use it, the money is paid for the price of my body. mas, I am your wife, my whole body is your right, you do not have to pay, you do not have to pay for it, I sincerely and sincerely gave it to my husband, and now I return it, God willing the number is still the same, 275 million, no less "A glance at the book of accounts, then he looked at his ex-wife, he looked at his, Bara didn't say anything, he went from there.
"mas" Praya chases, the account book that Praya throws into Bara's car, after Bara's car is lost from the reach of Praya, then the woman collapsed, she covered her face with both hands, she closed her face, Praya cried hysterically at the harsh reality of his life.