Transmigration to a Beautiful Man
Transmigration and Divorce

Haris is sitting in the living room in his villa with AC on 16°C. There were two people in the large living room, Haris and one who was sitting in front of him, namely a lawyer who specializes in divorce cases.

"So this is what it's best to do …."

The lawyer had just finished his long speech, looked at the watch on his wrist and handed the document to Haris.

“Pak Haris, as long as you sign this agreement, you do not need to deal with anything else. I'll be responsible for handling the divorce without taking up your next time.”

Haris had been waiting for this sentence. "You talk too much. I'll sign it."

Haris read carefully and signed his name. Then, he handed the documents across the conference table with both hands, looking very learned and his movements looking calm and graceful.

Lawyer, "..." He is easily persuaded!

I who had prepared a lot of persuasion and coercion, seemed to think too much!

Her client was a very shrewd actress, who completed a property-sharing agreement before marriage. It was so tight, so tight that the divorced side got nothing.

Even as a lawyer, who is used to divorce cases like this, feels it is too much because it does not leave even one NNM (NNM: the currency the author uses in this novel). In short, if Haris approves of the divorce, he will leave the marriage without anything alias will not get money and property.

But Haris is innocent in this marriage in short. If there's something wrong with the marriage, it's definitely his wife's fault for not loving him.

Her client, Haris' wife, filed for divorce. The only reason given was simple evidence of two years of separation. And his own marriage lasted only two years and never stayed home, not a single day!

It is difficult for a normal person who would accept this kind of condition. The lawyer thought it would be difficult for Haris to accept it, but everything went smoothly without any problems. This was unexpected by the lawyer!

But this is a good thing. He is a professional lawyer, focusing only on the settlement of divorce cases itself.

The lawyer knew that as long as he persuaded Haris to put his signature on the divorce papers, the rest would be easy to deal with. It would be so easy that he almost felt sorry for his artist client who paid a large sum of money to get his services. 

The lawyer examined the signature Haris had set up happily, gathered the documents, and nodded towards Haris. Then, he got up and left.

"In that case, I'll permit a farewell. Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Haris."

The lawyer opened the door and as he closed the door, the lawyer's eyes swept over the figure of Haris, who was still sitting by himself, and happened to see a profile beside him. Then, he stopped in awe of Haris's good looks.

Haris lowered his head slightly. Her wavy hair wrapped around her neck, and her long legs were crossed under the table, elongating forming a beautiful indentation. She had sharp good looks, and her entire person was beautiful to the point of oppression which made people want to prostrate themselves because of her good looks.

'Sihh .. so look! Why would my client want to divorce her?' Saying in the heart. 

'It was definitely a very attractive appearance, so why would my client want to divorce her? Is my client blind?'

The lawyer then looked away regretfully and closed the door gently, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

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It was late afternoon, and there were no lights in the room. The lines of light and shadows that separated illuminated the young man. Haris looks like a raflesia flower that becomes more concentrated because of the night, colored maroon by darkness, presenting a certain impression of beauty.

Recognition and appreciation of beauty are relative, and individual understanding of beauty and good looks vary. This is clearly shown to the artist. Each of them has their own standards. What a celebrity artist desperately seeks is revealed to be dust by other celebrity artists. But, each of them would be infatuated with this image. Haris itself is the pinnacle of beauty and beauty, which should not exist in this world.

About two years ago, Haris transmigrated.

As Haris opened his eyes, he heard the sound of radio electronics in his ears and he was confused at the same time.

Dreaming yet?

Haris thought so at first, and then he remembered that he was actually dead!

As soon as Haris realized something was wrong, a great feeling of dizziness struck out, and the chaotic feeling of confusion made Haris a little sluggish in thinking. It took a while before he slowly sat down from the bed.

"Where am I??" Baffled.

Haris' head still hurts. He just stopped thinking about it and leaned on the head of the bed, looking around, trying to find some clues.

Except for the large beds and floor lamps, there were no other furniture in the entire room. However, it can be seen that there is an attention to detail. 

"It doesn't seem like a hotel."

"There's a carpet on the floor and a pair of cotton sandals on the door."

Haris left the room and discovered that it was a small three-story villa. There is a master bedroom, a second bedroom, and a dressing room on the second floor. The living room is on the first floor, and the sauna is on the third floor. The whole house is decorated simple and beautiful. Anyone can stay comfortably at any time, but it feels a bit strange because because Haris is still unfamiliar with this place.

There will be traces of people in the house. For example there might be a cute red doll in the corner, or there would be a random flower in the vase just picked from the yard. However, this house feels more like a hotel, as if the owner would pick up a suitcase and leave at any time without staying at home at all.

Haris looked around and found a clue as soon as he arrived in the living room. He barely even bothered to look for clues. There's an android phone and a marriage certificate on the table in the living room.

It was very striking, as if they were afraid he would not see it.

Haris saw some things on the table and hesitated for a while before finally unlocking the phone with his fingerprint and it lit up.

"Thankfully there's no pattern lock on the HP screen."

Haris was fixed on the word for a while and then turned to look at the marriage certificate on the table.

Anita Susanti's name is printed right on top of Haris Reynaldi. One line is when he married his wife, Anita Susanti.

"It looks like I'm in a body called Haris Reynaldi. This name is the same as my name in my previous world."

If he guessed correctly, Anita Susanti was his wife.

Haris wants to ascertain her gender. He put his hand inside and finally knew his gender. 

Haris kept looking for some clues in the villa and found some documents and read them. He eventually found out that he had no father or mother because he was an orphan.

"I transmigrated to a new body, but I have no memory of it!" He couldn't help but complain a little.

Haris compares the date on HP with the date on the marriage certificate.

"The wedding was yesterday! I just got married yesterday?!"

Haris touched the type screen and sent a text message –let's get divorced–

After that, the text message displays the notification of the sent message. But there's no reply.

Haris tries to send other messages and tries other methods such as voicemail and calls. But unfortunately, he did not get a reply from his wife who did not know who.

“It's okay. It's okay as long as he replies to the text of the message tomorrow.” Haris comforted himself with great optimism.

Days passed and at this point, it had been several days since he woke up, and the wife did not reply to the message she sent and she had not returned at all to her house either. 

"It's like getting married but it's the same as not getting married!"

"Is there something wrong with my marriage?" Soon, Haris discovers that things are not as simple as he thought.

"There must be a story behind this marriage."

The next day, Haris introduces himself to his neighbor. 

After a few weeks, Haris felt alone in this world, with no relatives, no family, no friends, and not even a job.

Haris was still very excited about planning his second chance in life for the first few days. After a few months, Haris began to feel anxious.

Haris has been sailing seamlessly in her life since she was a child. Due to her outstanding performance and good upbringing, Haris has almost no setbacks and difficulties in interpersonal communication.

But he's not a guy with a very strong mentality. 

His loneliness this time was magnified several times. He was isolated from this still unfamiliar world and this feeling almost drove him crazy. Even worse, his perception of emotions was very sensitive.

He even wondered if he would fall apart or not in this second life.

In his most desperate times, he even started texting and calling his only contact on HP - his wife.

The message was sent successfully, and there was no response. The number is active but there is no reply!

His wife on the other side never answered his call, as if the number had no owner at all.

After a few months, Haris had finally calmed down. He no longer made any futile attempts to send messages and make calls, and tried to adjust his emotions. He used the number as a diary, and he started to make simple notes in it every night before going to bed.

Haris never recorded his negative emotions. He pretended everything was fine by deceiving himself that everything would be fine.

–I met a yellow or orange kitten today. And when he saw me, he climbed into the tree and ran away and fell.

–Eating ostrich eggs, it tastes a bit strange, but the meat is delicious.

–Rain again, does the cat have a place to hide from the rain? I'm a little worried about him.

- There is goat meat to eat, but I am not tasteful.

….…

It has been two years of recording curses in type HP without a day of interruptions.

And now, he did not need to record anymore by typing his daily life on the HP screen.

Haris sat in the living room in a soft chair, sighed and leaned back on the chair.

"I'm finally divorced and I feel like I'm freed from a life of emptiness."

"I'll move out soon and find a job. Isn't the restaurant looking for a staff member? I'll be there later."