THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Patience Brother.

"I introduce you, my name is Faisal" Faisal extended his hand to Melati in front of Abim.

"God! this is my wife dodol!" Abim pushed Faisal's hand and then his left hand, coiled around Melati's shoulder. Melati just smiled politely.

"Wife?" Faisal was surprised, then retreated. Faisal had seen a photo of Abim with his wife shown by Tio first, not as beautiful. Faisal smirked and scratched his non-itchy head.

"Sit loe! eat him ask first" Abim glared irritatedly.

"Bim, how many bini loe there is.. how different is the same as before?" Faisal came back forward and whispered that Faisal was curious.

"Keppo! sit there"

"Ih! in a stingy question" Faisal grumbled as he passed sitting in his original chair.

The bus finally went, Faisal had a long conversation with Abim. While Melati is more cool looking out the glass.Not felt the bus pass their apartment, then get off.

"Bim, tonight I can't, play to loe's place?"

"May, but watch out! loe dared to disturb you bini gw" Abim replied as he raised a fist.

"Ahahaha, calm down.it has become bini loe mah gw so bini loe security guard only, certainly on campus many who are tempted. Isn't that Mel?"

Melati did not reply to just a slight smile.

They split up, Abim to the third floor while Faisal to the fifth floor.

"Capek really tenyata" Abim then dropped his ass on the sofa in front of the television, while stretching muscles.

"Lumayan. I changed my clothes and kept preparing lunch, brother,"

"Capek Mel, just deliver" suggested Abim, pity if his wife was cooking.

Jasmine just raised her palm giving the code 'don't' then to the bathroom clean-up, then change clothes casually. He was wearing knee-length pants and a loose t-shirt.

"Sister, let's pray first" Melati opened the door to see Abim leaning on the sofa looking closed his eyes.

"Yes" Abim went into the bathroom just like Melati did. Then pray dzuhur.

Melati then went to the kitchen after she finished praying. Prepare lunch. Chicken that has been in ungkep live frying, and cooking vegetable soup live sauteing seasoning that has been prepared this morning before leaving for campus.

Abim took the water from the refrigerator and sat down at the dinner table. Noticing his wife who was cooking looked nimble.

"I help ya" he said approaching Melati.

"You want to help..." Melati looked at Abim next door.

"Really"

"Yes already. brother nguleg sambal goreng yes"

"Ready" they cook together joking. Fried chicken, vegetable soup, and fried sambal are ready at the dinner table.

"If this continues, it can be overweight me, in the same masakin you continue, it turns out you are smart to cook yes," said Abim after eating Abim who washes dishes. At first it was Melati who was going to wash but Abim told her to sit down.

"Eat it roughly oru kak, let's not be overweight," replied Melati while tidying the dining table.

"You can say the most, let me talk" Abim walked up to the sofa and finished washing the dishes.

"What" Melati followed and sat down next to him.

"You call him no brother, people think you're my brother" Abim protested.

"Keep, what should I call brother?" Melati confused her tongue feels hard to call another call.

"Yes.what cake. Yank, Beb, or something" Abim replied, then leaning his head on Melati's shoulder felt comfortable.

"Yes already.. because Papa Wahid is from Jakarta I call brother Abang only" proposed Melati.

"Can. Oh yeah Mel, how was your first lecture?" Abim changed the subject.

"What girl is a guy?"

"Look girl... His name is."

"Keep, that guy?" ask Abim who Uiby means.

"Oh that's mah, new acquaintance outside earlier Bang" honestly Melati.

"Don't, you will get revenge with me Mel" apparently Abim inceure with the man who met Melati earlier.

"Rudge?" Melati frowned.

"Yes, I used to reject you, continue.you revenge dech" Abim looked serious.

"Ih! if you speak in the guard" Melati pinched Abim's lips and then stood towards the room. Abim held his lips while smiling. And then chasing his wife.

"Eh, uh. began to dare pinch my lips yes "Abim then jump into bed. Overlapping the body of Melati who had laid her body on the bed. "What do you want to do? he said he was tired, late in the day too! have patience, brother!"

"Repid..."

"Seeit... ⁇ ️️️

*******

In the morning Gita proved his words he came to Diah's contract.

Gita gets out of the car and wants to see her honey to take Alfred home. Because Freddy always whines to ask where his daddy is, why not go home soon.

Gita raised her initially hesitant hand then steadied her heart to knock on the door. But repeatedly knocking on the door no one opens.

"Mr... want to find Diah?" ask the owner of the contract. That was suddenly in the back, shocking Gita.

"Betul Ma'am, where are you going?" ask Gita. Gita does not know that Diah works as a factory worker.

"If at this hour he works Ma'am, later in the afternoon just go home, this Mbak who is Diah?"

"I'm the theme Mom, by the way..His husband works too huh?" search Gita.

"His husband? Diah is divorced from her husband. Bule but unemployed, never give money! but the pengenya eat well, if not followed by a storm."

Guess the owner of the contract when only about. Diah never told her husband's ugliness at all, even though the owner of the contract was right.

"I'm like her husband, just divorced, what kind of man do that?" mom's nagging is like a chain firecracker.

Deg. "Divorce Ma'am" Gita frowned.

"Yes, Diah asked for a divorce, he was just married to the series. Almost every night fighting until we were all angry." added the rented mother increasingly upset.

"Oh that's it? if so I'll go home, ma'am" Gita greets the mother.

"Yes Ma'am"

Gita gets in the car while driving she thinks, Alfred with Diah is divorced? what Diah said is true.

Alfred was only married to Siri. Gita believes that Diah is divorced according to the words of the owner of the contract. Especially married series easy to divorce does not have to be complicated take care of this it.

Gita felt guilty that her emotions overcame logic, why she would not listen to Diah's explanation.

Gita glanced at her car as she stared at the shabby pedestrian on the sidewalk, and that face was the man she was looking for.

Tin....

Gita's car horn echoed. The pedestrians stopped including Alfred. Gita waved at Alfred through the half-opened windshield.

Alfred walked away hesitatingly approaching Gita's car. He stopped his steps, waiting for his wife's instructions.

Gita looked at her husband, her hair was disheveled, her clothes shabby, and she was dirty, like a tramp. His clothes were still the same when he was kicked out a week ago. His face may be tired of walking. His usual blind motor he used to wear somewhere.