The Talak End
Yolanda

"Shttt, my head is so dizzy" muttered Gibran, who had just woken up from his sleep holding his head.

Tonight, Gibran did not come home. He fell asleep at the club, more precisely in a rented room.

Feeling quite aware, Gibran saw the bathroom door knob that moved. Someone came out of the bathroom with her wet hair and was drying it with a towel.

Gibran was seen repeatedly rubbing his eyes looking at someone.

"You...! Why are you here?"

The person smiled with his steps approaching Gibran.

"Did you forget? Our last night...

"You must have set me up."

"Ck, is that sure?"

"Yes, because I know who you are, Yolanda!"

The woman who owns the name Yolanda Maharani laughed wildly. He feels getting the right soft target, what else the target has long been targeted.

"Gibran, Gibran, you're still the same as you used to be, handsome, but also smart. It's good that you finally realize me, yes you used to refuse me just because Ayu, your boyfriend. And now, I can taste it too what I've been harepin. One of them makes yours completely."

Yolanda Maharani, Gibran's first classmate at High School. I know Yolanda liked Gibran at that time, even whatever way he would do to get Gibran, even though it had to be dirty. Until finally Gibran and Ayu broke up it was also because of Yola. As for me, the position of only a junior sister who happens to know almost one school because of my championship in the singing competition. And loving my upperclassman secretly, Gibran, who is now my ex-husband.

"Sorry, Yol, I'm married."

"Reserve Yola! It's not love, you're just obsessed with me. Love is not like this, Yol."

"Everyone has the right to express their own feelings and in their own way. In my opinion, this is an expression of my love for you, not obsession."

"One more time, you mentioned Farah's name, what is Farah the geeky?"

"He's not geeky, but he's..

"Lo's wife?" Gibran did not answer.

"Lo doesn't hurt Gib, don't let go of Ayu, keep on as if there's no other choice, so you marry the geeky. Jeez Gibran, there's my darling, prettier, my body is also plump, and my game is quite challenging isn't it?" Yola whispered in her last sentence.

"I told you, he's not geeky. Move over!" Gibran got out of bed and opened the doorknob. But unfortunately after several times trying to move the doorknob, the door of the room did not open.

Yolanda again approached Gibran, his hands curled in Gibran's belly.

"Lo know? What I said to myself when I met you. I will not let go of you Gib, even let you go from before me. I will never do that!" Yola said steadily.

Yolanda's hand went into Gibran's shirt, he felt the chest of his field and played a small object there. Gibran seemed to close his eyes, as if he was enjoying the touch of Yolanda's hand.

Slowly the hand began to come down, looking for weapons to do battle.

"Gue likes having lo, Gib." Whisper Yola in Gibran's ear with a tone he made a slight sigh.

TBC.