The Nick's Life
Fahrul Plan

A four-wheeled vehicle stopped in front of the campus entrance. A girl while running small approached then entered into it. Sansan threw his smile at Abe, displaying a row of his white teeth. He quickly put on his seat belt, before long the vehicle moved.

Abe glanced at the girl beside him. Sansan did not stop smiling. It seems that the girl is happy. But Abe did not want to take a headache, he still drove his car without any intention to invite Sansan to talk. For almost four months he had a deal with his father, approaching Sansan by taking the girl outside of work.

“Kak..” finally Sansan's voice sounded too. There was no response from Abe.

“Kakaaaaak..” call Sansan again.

“What?”

“I again nih.”

“Ngga.”

Sansan flicked his lips towards Abe. The man always managed to break his mood. But not this time, the girl was really happy. Finally, after a long time, his wish was granted as well. He looked towards Abe who remained looking ahead.

“I've been with Vicky.”

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The words Sansan spoke successfully caught Abe's attention. The man braked his car suddenly, making the car behind him forced to honk. He returned to running his vehicle then stopped on the shoulder of the road. Abe is now focusing on the girl next to him.

“What did you say?”

“Ish.. Hence listened to dong if people talk. I'm the same as Vicky. The guy I told you back then.”

“Good dong. Means our matchmaking can be void right?”

Sansan nodded his head while smiling. Both Abe and Sansan are continuing their intention to annul the marriage. Now the girl had good reason to reject the father's choice for her.

“Eh jerk off, where do I want to see a photo of Vicky. He should be more handsome and cool than me let your parents agree.”

Sansan grumbled at Abe's narcissistic speech. He opened his bag and then took the phone from inside. Open the gallery folder and his finger scrolls the screen, looking for photos of his girlfriend. Sansan gave Abe a cell phone. Abe's forehead creased as he looked at Vicky's photo. He felt familiar with the young man's face, yet nowhere had he seen it.

“Where? Cute right? He captains the basketball team at his faculty,” is proud of Sansan.

“Heleh is just a proud basketball captain. Free if the captain but do not have a long sword whose path does not prok.. prok..”.

Sansan hit Abe's arm in annoyance, until the man's voice complained. Sansan threw his gaze at the window while folding both of his hands in front of his chest. Abe did not bother with Sansan's reaction, he returned to running his vehicle.

Ten minutes later the car he was driving arrived in front of Sansan's house. Without saying anything, Sansan got out of the car immediately. He was still upset at Abe, should the man congratulate him because he had found a way to cancel the match. Abe who is not sensitive, immediately drove his vehicle just like that.

“Basic guy nyebelin!” Sansan stomped his feet hard. After that, immediately enter the house.

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Abe laid his body on the bed when he arrived at his apartment unit. Since deciding to live independently, Abe did choose to leave his parents' house because he did not want his life to be continuously governed by his father. He rented a studio-type apartment not too far from the office where he worked.

The man majored in college that was not in accordance with the wishes of the father who wanted him to follow in his footsteps as a politician. After college, Abe continued his studies to earn a master's degree with his own money earned from a side job. Working on the thesis of his lazy classmates doing the final task.

After earning a master's degree, Abe tried his luck following the recruitment of employees of the largest private bank in Indonesia and succeeded. Until now Abe is still working there and occupies a pretty good position. His career continues to climb, soon he will also get a promotion. All thanks to his watered-down brain and hard work. But unfortunately, his father never appreciated his achievements so far.

Abe awakens from his sleep when he manages to remember who Vicky is. He did not know her but often saw her at the club where she gathered with her friends. The man was a little worried because Vicky was not a good man. He was familiar with the night world and also drank hard. It is not impossible that the man is also a free adherent of.

With a slow step Abe went into the bathroom to clean his body. Cold water in his head was able to refresh his nerves that stiffened due to the amount of work to be completed earlier. Not to mention he kept thinking about Vicky. His heart was worried between warning Sansan or leaving him alone. Most importantly, the goal of canceling the match will soon be realized.

Bodo is very, he wants to be with Vicky or who, the important thing is the affairs of matchmaking. But pity is also a child. Even though he's nice, it's a pity that Vicky's a jerk. Why am I a poet myself.

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Fahrul crumpled the paper in his hand in annoyance. He had just arrived someone claiming to be a lawyer whom Maira had sent to take care of their divorce proceedings. The man shouted loudly letting go of all his frustration, leaving the servants near his room shocked. It is in vain that his struggle to get sorry and melt the heart of the wife. But Maira flinch and stick with her decision to divorce.

Fahrul walked back and forth in his room. His brain was thinking hard how to thwart this divorce plan. His determination has been unanimous to maintain marriage and start a new life with his wife. He immediately snatched the keys and cell phone from the table then rushed out of his room.

The car Fahrul was driving arrived at Denis' residence to coincide with his best friend was preparing to leave. Fahrul got down from the car then approached Denis who was heating his motorbike.

“Lo where to go?”

“Gue there is a shooting schedule at the top.”

“Lo has not recovered bener.”

“Udah nothing. I had a two-week break in the hospital.”

“Lo get there by motor?”

“It is, time ride odong-odong.”

“Pake my car aja,” Fahrul threw his car keys on Denis.

“Tar lo to the office how?”

“Mildly, later let my employees pick up.”

“Ok, yes. Thanks.”

Denis turned off the engine, then put his backpack in the car. He went back inside to say goodbye to Maira. After that Denis immediately left in his best friend's car. Fahrul immediately went inside the house as soon as Denis left. The house looks empty. The man immediately headed for the room Maira occupied.

GECK

GECK

GECK

“Mai.”

GECK

GECK

GECK

“Mai.. can we talk?”

Before long the door opened, Maira came out from inside the room.The two then headed for the dining room to talk. Fahrul took a bottle of cold water from the refrigerator then poured it into a glass. In one gulp, water has entered his throat. He needed to calm himself down before talking to Maira.

“So someone came to see me.”

“What is Dawn?”

“He who will represent me takes care of our divorce.”

“Mai..”

Fahrul paused his speech, he stared at Maira's face that could not be described what his expression was like. This woman before him was truly stubborn. All sorts of ways Fahrul had done to persuade the wife to cancel the divorce, but Maira's determination was unanimous to separate.

“What makes you always reject divorce? Isn't that better? You can be with Reisa. And I won't say anything about you guys, you'll still be fine.”

“I don't care about my parents' threats anymore.I want to hang on with you not as a guarantee for my life but because I want to start a new life with you.”

“Then Reisa?”

“I broke up with him. I realize she's not a good woman.”

Maira grumbled to hear it. He already knew about the problem of Fahrul's relationship with Reisa from Denis. The man had already told all of Reisa's rottenness and was listening to a recording of her conversation with Reisa.

“Then after you decided on Reisa, you feel entitled to come back to me?”

“Not so Mai.”

“Then what? You left him so knowing he only loved your money. You left her when you found out that she was just using you and came back to me. Do you think I'm a substitute? Backup player that you can use after your main player is out of the game arena?”

“Ngga like that Mai.. I really want to start a new life with you.”

“But your attitude shows like that! If you leave her when I ask you, maybe I'll consider continuing our marriage. But you did it after knowing the rot. You did it for your own sake, not ours!!”

“Mai.. What should I do for you to believe that I really chose you and want to continue our marriage.”

Fahrul holds both of Maira's shoulders. Both of his eyes stared deeply at the wife's neutrality. Hope Maira can catch the sincerity from her eyes.

“Certify me. That's what you have to do now.”

Maira let go of Fahrul's hand grip on her shoulder, then walked towards her room. His determination is unanimous, will not be melted with all the sweet promises Fahrul and continue the divorce process. Maira went into the room, but as she was about to close the door, Fahrul's hand held her back. He walked inside and locked the door. He took the key and put it in his pants pocket.

“You what are you?”

“Talk we haven't finished Mai.”

“There's nothing more to talk about.”

“There's Mai. We have a lot to talk about. Tell me what I have to do to get you to annul this divorce. Tell Mai, I'll do it.”

“What's wrong with you? I'm offering you freedom, but why are you acting like this?”

“I don't want a divorce. I want us to continue our marriage. I love you Mai.”

“Love??”

Maira laughs when Fahrul says love to her. The words of love that came out of the man's lips sounded like a joke in his ear. Maira stared intently at Fahrul.

“There is no love between us. Stop boasting, I'm not the kid yesterday afternoon who could be devastated by your false love statement.”

“Mai.. Why are you so stubborn?”

“You made me like this.”

“Okay.. if you insist on divorce, then I will also continue to maintain this marriage no matter how,” Fahrul forward approached Maira.

“A.. what do you want to do?”

“Something I have to do a long time ago.”

Fahrul continued to push forward, Maira's reflexes went backwards. The feeling began to feel bad to see a different gaze Fahrul.

“Stop there! Stop!”

Fahrul heeded his ear, he continued to come forward to his wife. Maira continued to step back, fear began to ambush her. Fahrul's distance was getting closer and he couldn't get anywhere anymore when his back touched the wall behind him.

“Fahrul. Let's talk carefully.”

“It's too late Mai.”

Fahrul forcibly pulled Maira's body to hit her body. Quickly his hands locked onto his wife's movements. He pulled Maira's nape and then forcefully kissed her. Maira thrashed, trying to break away from Fahrul. But the man's power was too great. Fahrul continues to kiss Maira while bringing her closer to the bed. Then he threw Maira's body into the bed.

Maira inched backwards, her eyes starting to dew as soon as she saw a different face of Fahrul. The man started unbuttoning his shirt one by one then released it from his body. Maira attempts to escape, but Fahrul manages to catch her leg. Then the man climbed onto the bed and restrained Maira underneath.

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Maira's tears kept flowing remembering what had just happened to her. Fahrul forcefully vented a desire at him. Although legally and religiously, the man was still her husband, but her heart was not willing when Fahrul touched her. Time and again the woman convinced herself that what happened was a halal relationship. But it still did not alleviate the pain in his heart.

Slowly Maira woke up from her sleep. For a moment he looked towards Fahrul who was fast asleep. While holding the sting at the bottom, the woman stood up and picked up the clothes scattered on the floor. Re-worn clothes to cover his plain body, then took the key from Fahrul's pants pocket. With a step he walked out of the room and into the bathroom.

Maira's cry broke again as she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Several red patches appear to adorn his neck and chest. So many traces Fahrul left there. This is not the kind of love she wants. If Fahrul had been nice to him, he would have done it willingly. Not in this kind of forced way.

While inside the room, Fahrul slowly opened his eyes. When he found Maira was no longer by his side, the man immediately jumped. He hurried to put on clothes and then walked out of the room. Fahrul can breathe with relief once he hears the gurgling of water in the bathroom. He then headed to the dining table and pulled up a chair and sat himself there.

The man seemed silent. He had to do all that to Maira. His mind was deadlocked, only one way came to his mind so that Maira would not divorce him. She had to get Maira pregnant. Fahrul's daydreams were blown away when the bathroom door opened. Maira came out wearing full clothes but with her wet hair down.

Maira glanced at Fahrul and continued into the room. Fahrul got up from his seat then followed the steps of his wife. Open an unlocked door and then enter it. He sat himself on the side of the bed. Her net kept watching Maira who was sitting in front of the dressing table.

“Mai.”

“Are you satisfied now? You have earned your rights.”

“Mai.. sorry, i.”

“Do you think by doing this then I will change my mind? I stick with my stance, we're divorced.”

“One month. If you are not pregnant, then I will grant your request.”

Fahrul got up from his seat then walked out of the room. Maira let out a long sigh, it turned out that this was Fahrul's plan to ignite him. Isak Maira is heard again, fearing if Fahrul's plan succeeds begins to overshadow him. Moreover, he did it in his fertile days. Maira patted her chest softly, hoping that the tightness she felt could be slightly reduced.

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