The Talak End
Gibran's Jealousy

After getting the talaq from my husband, I filed for divorce for Gibran. Agree or not, I stick to my decision.

Gibran seemed to be desperately persuading me and Dad to give him a chance. But what he did made my mind suffer.

"I've signed him brother, now it's your turn!" I put the green map complete with the pen on the table.

"There's no chance for me, Farah. I promise you, I'll divorce Riana after the baby's born, I promise you Farah."

"I didn't have that much to keep an innocent child away from both parents for my own happiness. It's brother Gib, it's what you want, isn't it? With the way you cheated, it was very clear that brother wanted to part from me. Now I've given you that intention, and you can live happily without me."

"Hurry up, brother, I don't have time to wait patiently for you to sign."

With compulsion, Gibran smeared black ink on our divorce papers.

His hands were quite trembling while holding the pen. I stared intensely at the letter until Gibran had actually signed it.

"Ma, Pa, I'm sorry for everything. Please don't ever hate me for not being your ghost anymore. I will still consider you my parents. I'm sorry if I've been lacking in Mama and Papa's heart." I shed tears as I looked at them.

Mama Rani also shed her tears, she hugged me, "The mom who should be apologizing to you, Farah. Because Gibran has made your heart hurt. Never hate us, Mama and Papa will think of you as our daughter. If you like, stay in this house, son!"

"Your mom was right, Farah. You better stay in this house."

"That doesn't need Pa, I can still host my old place. Anyway I'll stay with Dad, so I won't be alone anymore" I answered them with a smile.

They can no longer prevent me. This is my life and I deserve to be happy. Congratulations to you Riana, for now you are the only wife to Gibran. I willingly split my marks for a collector like you.

***

I asked Dad to stay in Jakarta. He won't let me alone in the hostel either.

"There should be no need to pick me up again Brother Dim, I'm not your boss anymore" I told Dimas who suddenly came to pick me up.

Dimas laughed crisply, "I picked you up, Farah, not picked up my boss."

I digest Dimas' words to me.

"Sir Dimas deliberately picked me up?" Seeing him nod makes me smile thinly.

"Alhamdulillah, pretty bad at the cost of hehe," I managed to make Dimas laugh.

We went to the office together. Dimas though looks cute, but the level of the pressure is quite high.

After all, the chuckle was only for people who were new to him, but if he was familiar, he would look more chatty than the mothers who had been cheated on by ahhaha.

Before I got to the office, Dimas took me to the shopping mall.

"Cochere?"

"Just doang" he answered.

I just resigned and followed Dimas' footsteps behind him.

His footsteps stopped in front of the shoe store.

"Sir Dim, why are we here? Want to buy shoes? But this is a special girl."

"You!"

"Huh, me? Meanin?"

"I see your shoes are starting to break. So choose!"

"Sir Dim, it's expensive know, I where there's that much money until you have to buy expensive shoes."

"Bak, choose the best shoe size 38!" Dimas did not respond, but he was busy asking the shopkeeper to choose shoes for me. How does he know my shoe size is 38?

In fact, Gibran once asked Dimas to find a size 38 shoe for Farah, when he was Gibran's only wife.

"That's good, mbak, that's it!" Again he did not respond to me even busy choosing his own shoes.

"Sir Dim..

"How much mbak?"

I could only sigh waiting until Dimas was completely done with his shopping.

I kept looking for him with questions, but he always did not answer and instead switched the conversation.

All he said was..

"I bought it for you!"

I don't understand why Dimas bought me shoes, even though I felt they looked fine and were still very decent.

"Let's get off!" I opened the car door for me. What's wrong with her? His attitude is strange.

I got off Dimas' car and stepped into the office.

The man was following me from behind.

"Sir Dimas why did you follow me? We're different rooms, brother!"

"I know!"

"Then?"

"Pengen just saw you get to the seat," hahahha replied silly money.

pffthehh..

I fumbled Dimas' forehead.

"Not hot."

"Why?" Dimas slightly rewinded his body.

"Sak Dimas strange know no, I've been big times brother, do not need to be watched that. There-there's a way," I replied with a smile.

Dimas scratched his nape that did not itch. All the employees saw our togetherness.

"Mother is better suited to Mr. Dimas bu," shouted one of the division employees with me.

I just shook my head looking at her behavior that suddenly matched me with Dimas.

Dimas was good, but there was no way he would want to be with a widow, he himself was still a bachelor.

I was nervous before the fact happened.

Gibran who had just reached his full gaze longed to see me. As for me, I was being looked at strangely by Dimas.

"Besides being weird, sister is also a hobby of looking at me huh?"

"Eh." Dimas misbehaved and immediately turned his gaze in the other direction. I chuckled at him like a thief caught red-handed.

I knew Gibran was watching us with his jealousy. However, he divorced me for being forced to. But for me there was no other choice, farewell was the best path to my marriage to Gibran.

You too casually scratched the wound in my heart, without knowing the consequences. Now I regret it's too late, because I'm used to my life no longer caring about your business.

'So soon you forget me Farah, forget all our memories. I still love you so much, I had to divorce you. If only you could give me a chance, I promise to fix myself and a good husband. Is my fault the fatal? Never mind to talk to me, just looking at me seems to be too fed up for you. Farah, I miss you, miss the smile you're currently giving to another man. I really, really miss about us, ' Gibran was only able to watch me laugh happily with Dimas.

This is not how painful Gibran is, can imagine when you know I was making out with other men when my status was still your wife. Can you imagine the taste?

TB