THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 44 - RETRIEVING DIVORCE PAPERS

Finally, Genta and I decided to go to Irsyad on Sunday without being honest with Jonathan.

This is my personal unfinished business.

Besides not feeling good because I continue to be helped by my future husband, I must be able to make a decision as soon as possible.

After lying to Mas Jo that we were going to visit relatives in the capital, Genta and I went to Jakarta by bus.

Mas Jo insisted on taking us to our destination. But if that happens, my lies will surely be exposed. So I went back to lying to cover up another lie.

Hhh...

At nine in the morning, the city bus has arrived at one of the major terminals of Jakarta. With the microlet we continued our journey to my former home.

My home.

Our house when we lived together and still as a happy married couple.

I gulped staring at the black gate of the house from a distance.

One by one, memories returned to the shadows.

Oh, my God, my God! Please strengthen my heart!

Genta. He wanted me to continue walking to the house that Irsyad and Katliya now live in.

His house fence is in a lock. Not as usual.

I also looked at the building next to him that was tightly closed.

My online shop! Why does it look lonely?

I held the fence of the house whose paint began to dull peeling. Recollects the past when we both built this house.

"But! I want the gate to draw this bird!" my sulking at that time and immediately marked Irsyad made me blush and pinch his slender waist.

"Why should birds? Khan's in his bird pants!" goda.

"Ish, Brother! That bird is different! Hihihi..."

"It's good!"

"Ga wants! I want this one, it's elegant, Bang!"

"Yes! Whatever. Want a picture of a pheasant, want a picture of a pea cake, it's up to Neng Liana! Hehe..."

"Ih, Brother! What the hell!? Hihihi..."

Very happy at that time.

My tears unconsciously drip. Crying silently at the thought of why my beautiful and harmonious household could run aground because of the third person. And her choice of woman is no better than me.

Maybe if Irsyad was captivated by a beautiful girl, smart, bohay and famous maybe he would not browse and reject my marriage and divorce at that time.

It's only natural that he's interested in a pretty girl. So thought.

But I can't take it, because Katliya turned out to be her choice.

Katliy... The girl I helped five years ago. A good girl, innocent and indeed never looked strange let alone flirt with my husband. Turns out...

What irritated me even more was very angry, it turned out that the ordinary-faced girl was already pregnant by my husband Irsyad.

Oh, my God, my God!

Genta who had been traveling around the house and covering the neighboring house asked where Irsyad was and Katliya came back to me.

"Sister!"

"Gen, this house is empty! The guy's on the exit like him!"

"Katliya is in the hospital said Ms Darmi!"

"Katliya? Why her?" ketus.

"Miscarriage?"

"Eitherway! He said he was treated in Siloam! Are we there because it's our responsibility to come here to collect your divorce papers from Bang Irsyad?"

I looked at Genta. Thinking about the next step. But it's true too. We are taking responsibility to the city of Jakarta. If it does not produce results it feels free and useless.

Finally Bajaj took me and Genta to Siloam Hospital where Katliya was treated.

Katliya. Should I cheer up at what happened to her?

All this time I no longer care about the life of the land crocodile and the female fox.

I've had double happiness.

I also never once remembered them and cussed over the bad things for both.

My prayer to Allah Ta'ala is one, please lift my sorrow and suffering all this time. That'sallthatis. There's nothing else.

And now when I find out that both are not okay, I'm happy. God gave him the recompense of his own actions.

"Sister! That's Bang Irsyad!"

Genta pointed towards the chicken porridge cart not far from the hospital parking lot.

Is correct. That's my ex-husband!

I looked at him from a distance. Irsyad's body looks thinner. Whereas last month I met him who is still a god-level songong.

Back to remember the word Genta who reportedly Irsyad business is faltering. He is also under police scrutiny for being dragged into online gambling cases.

Thats. Do not sow the seed of evil if you do not want to reap misery.

"That's Irsyad!" calling Genta made the man turn his head towards us.

His eyes that had dimmed were now gleaming with anger.

Heyo!? I should have been angry. Why is he? Does he have no shame? Is it crazy?

Irsyad rushed over to us.

But suddenly he hit me. I embrace my body like I'm kissing me.

Of course I slapped him in the face and took a few steps back.

"Crazy people! Even on public roads your behavior is out of control!!!" pekiku angry. Even to make people who pass by so look at us.

"Liana! You... don't miss me?" tanyanya with a hand rubbing the cheek that hit the slap earlier.

"But! Control yourself!" Now Genta intervened by being the shield between us.

"Where's my money?" ask Irsyad to Genta. It makes my emotions rise to him.

"What money? Which money?" my question as I was about to throw a slap back but Genta prohibited.

"Your brother borrowed my 50 million!" irsyad is like a drunken man.

"What's? Borrow fifty million?"

"Then my house? Which gono-gini treasure share? My online store money? Whereabouts? Whereabouts? Car avanza is also a big motor that I bought from the results of my online business where? You want to count? Let's count in the notary if we need to go back to the religious court for more clarity!" my shout made Genta embrace me immediately.

"Sister, take care of your emotions! It's on the street in front of the hospital! Come on, let's get things done!"

I'm calm, there's Genta. But I'm not calm, Genta's position is also not that strong in front of Irsyad.

The bastard pressured Genta with an obscure charge.

Our main goal is my divorce papers.

Oh my...

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