The Perfect Life
Episode 13's

“Honey, are you sure you want a divorce with Zain?” Harti stroked her eldest daughter's hair.

“I'm sure of my decision, Ma.” Naziya. He told me about Zain's affair but not violence. He knew his parents wouldn't let Zain know that. He covered it up because he didn't want them to worry.

“Mama instead of defending Zain, but you have to think about Naya. He still needs a father figure. You don't know yet, right, if Zain really cheated.” Harti tried to persuade. “You investigate first, if only such a message, you can have a good talk with your husband.” Harti. He just felt the Nazis were too rushed to make a decision. He does not know what the real events are like.

Naziya was only about Zain's friendly chat, not the others.

Naziya. “Ngak, Mom. Naziya no longer wanted to. Naziya wants a divorce.”

Harti was breathing. “Have you spoken to your father?”

Naziya returned to shake. “Let's go after dinner.”

“As far as you are. Mama hope this is the best decision. Mama will always support you.” Harti hugged his daughter. Brushed the princess' fine hair.

The crying that Naziya had been holding, finally spilled. Shoulders vibrate. The Nazis were sobbing in the mother's arms. The longer the slice.

Harti parsed his embrace, erasing the flowing tear. He looked at his daughter. “Juest of all Mama.” Harti felt that the Nazis were hiding something. Her daughter's cry seemed to say that she was suffering greatly.

Instead of answering, the Nazis were even sobbing. “Zain also hit me.” Naziya finally spoke. His voice was stifled by crying.

“What?” Harti's pupils dilated. His eyebrows rise to the top. Mouth's open. His facial muscles are tightening. “Basic brash men! He can't be left,” growled Harti. He did not accept his eldest daughter who he cared for and loved with a full heart based on others.

“Ma.” Naziya touched his mother's arm. “I just want to part ways well. Please don't tell dad about it.” Naziya looked at his mother's bead expectantly.

Harti could not bear to see his daughter's face. Eyes warming. He held his daughter. Close-fitting. Her tears have washed the river. He regretted that he had told his daughter to reconsider her decision. “Im sorry Mom, Son. Forgive the insensitive mama.” Harti sobbing. He could not imagine how much his daughter was suffering.

“How long has Zain been doing it and how many times has it been?” Harti asked after breaking his embrace.

“It's been around a month. Three times”

Harti was breathing out rough. He growls. How dare Zain do that to his daughter. “Why didn't you tell me earlier with Mama.” Harti slightly regretted the decision of the princess.

“I thought he'd change, but he didn't. I'm sorry for giving him a chance.”

“Ma, please don't tell dad this problem. I don't want Zain reported to the police. After all he is still his father Naya.” Naziya reminded her mother.

“Yes, honey, Mama won't tell Papa.”

“Still, Ma.” He kissed his mother's cheek. I want to see Naya first.” Naziya stood up and came out of his parents' room.

Harti looked at his daughter. Heart's sore.

******

“I like it,” said Devina while glancing at the clothes she was wearing. The black shirt is a gift from Zain. He is on Zain's lap.

“You like it?”

“Yes, I like it very much. I seriously. You are the best,” said Devina then kissed Zain's cheek. “Thank you.”

Zain gently brushed Devina's hair down and draped it behind her ears.

“I'm glad you like it.”

“Your taste is indeed the best,” praise Devina again.

“You are also very suitable to use it,” said Zain while his hands were busy unbuttoning Devina's shirt.

“Really?”

Zain nodded.

“Do I look prettier than your wife?”

Devina pinched slowly on Zain's arm. "You're naughty" he said with a mischievous smile. He put his lips on Zain's lips.

Zain. They clenched each other, enjoying each other's bodies.

*****

“Pak Zain is in the room?” Naziya asked the Sissi-Sekertaris Zain.

“Eh, there, Mom. T-but there are guests now.” Rishi was a little nervous. Not long ago Devina walked into her boss' room. He knew his boss had a relationship with the apprentice and he had memorized Zain's behavior.

“Ok thank you.” Naziya smiled and immediately understood why her husband's secretary was nervous. He went straight to Zain's room without waiting for Resi's reply.

Rishi biting nails. “Ah, how is this.” He was worried and confused. Fearing that Zain would fire him for not being able to prevent his wife from entering. But confused how to stop Naziya. “Bu ..” he had not had time to prevent it, Naziya had managed to open the door that was not locked.

Naziya. Throat's choked. The view in front of him was absolutely disgusting. Devina was on Zain's body sitting in the chair. Fondled. Their clothes are not where they should be. Even though she had imagined what her husband was doing inside, it was still very painful. The Nazis tried to control themselves, remember what the purpose was to come here.

While Resi who was behind the Nazis only bit his lips. It's not a shock at all. He was in that position before he was removed by the apprentice. He only thought about what his boss would do to him after this.

Zain was wide-eyed, and so was Devina

“Sayang ..” Zain soon mastered the situation. He immediately pushed Devina to the point of falling and immediately put on her clothes. He didn't think his wife would come to the office.

Devina grimaced in pain. Piqued.

The Nazis who had been able to control their emotions immediately approached Zain's table. “Sorry if it interferes with your activities. I just want to drop this off.” The Nazis put a map on Zain's desk. “Please continue your activities that had paused.” Naziya. Walking elegantly like nothing happened. However, of course his heart felt squeezed. Be ill. His body trembled trying with all its might to not fall down.

Zain quickly put on his clothes and chased after his wife.

Rishi smiled looking towards Devina. He secretly thanked the misfortune of the apprentice who had dared to seize his position.

Devina grumbled, fixing her still disheveled clothes.

Zain continued to pursue his wife. “Honey,” call it. Some people look towards him.

Naziya hastened his steps. He didn't want to talk to the man. At the parking lot he entered his car. And at that moment, everything spilled. He roars. Banging his chest that feels squeezed. He didn't care about Zain knocking on his car door, begging him to open it.

“Honey, please open the door. I can explain everything.”

Naziya ignored her husband's pleas. He kept crying. He then started the engine and drove straight away. Along with the passing of the car, his tears also continued to flow as if racing against the speed of the car.

******

Zain returned to his room in annoyance.

“Sayang.” Devina. Piqued. Jealous of Zain chasing after his wife and leaving her. He approached Zain, about to hug.

“I don't want to be disturbed. Now get out of my room.” Zain wasn't looking at Devina. He sat down in his chair. Restoring hair frustrations.

“But, babe ..”

“I said get out!” Zain shouted which made Devina aghast.

Devina did not argue. He was angry but could do nothing. Zain's face looked scary. He came out with a face. Slamming the door and staring at Rishi dislike. He saw the woman smiling as she fell.

Resi gave a quick glance. No matter but laugh in my heart.. He was busy with the computer in front of him.

Devina walked over to her cubicle. Some people looked at him satisfied. They all knew of Zain and the apprentice's relationship.

While in his room, Zain tried to call his wife. Six calls, no answers. “Damn it!” He hit his desk. His gaze was then fixed on the map that his wife had given him. Frantic, he forgot about the map. He picked it up, read the sender on the cover. ‘Jakarta’ State Court Her forehead wrinkled. “Don't his wife have already registered their divorce.” He mutters. Soon he opened the map. And true. His wife has signed their divorce papers. He did not expect that his wife had gone that far. He berated in his heart why not immediately pick them up when the Nazis left the house. He thought the Nazis would not seriously want to leave him.

He lifted the letter. Tear it. “Don't expect me to divorce you Naziya. That's something I'll never do.” He then went out. Hurry to the parking lot.