Widow Kepentok Duda
Smarter

Farzan drove the car through the streets with a thick night accompanied by a bright light. Every now and then the man shakes his hair back, thinking about his decision to sue Grisel for divorce. He used to promise himself to no longer hurt any woman after breaking the heart of an excellent girl—Joya. He regretted, to make him want to change himself and in the end still maintain Grisel as the last woman he would love.

However, fate and destiny do say something else. The intention of his heart to be good, in fact get a painful reply. The woman he loved and defended wholeheartedly, kept stabbing and stabbing a very painful fact. Relationships that are not harmonious and continue to be fought finally must run aground in the middle of the road.

Farzan decided with a heavy feeling, he had to lie with a promise that had been said, reneging because his soul was unable to face the reality where his wife never considered what she was doing, he said, a favor for their home.

“Why should I regret?” Farzan smiled bitterly considering how his struggle to maintain a marriage that in the end both had to run aground.

The man ended up driving a car at a club where he often came. Arriving at the club, Farzan walked to the bar and who would have thought there met Zayn who turned out to be drinking there.

“Ck .. I thought you were no longer drinking.” Farzan patted Zayn on the shoulder, then sat down next to his cousin's sister, as if they were close friends who had never had a problem.

Zayn was shocked as his shoulder was patted and saw who was now sitting next to him. The thirty-year-old single man smiled in anguish, before then chugging at the contents of the glass he was holding.

Farzan chose to order a drink, then sat down and drank with Zayn there. For the first time after so many years of strife, the two seemed so familiar.

“Why did you drink?” farzan asked, his gaze fixed on the brown drink in the crystal glass.

“Just take off the fatigue,” replied Zayn casually. He also looked at his drinking glass, then turned to Farzan and saw the face full of sadness his cousin's brother. “Why? You came in for another fight with Grisel?” ask Zayn to guess.

Not without reason Zayn guessed like that. Later that afternoon Kenzo asked for help to send the best model of his company to his friend's place, until Kenzo said if he had fired Grisel—wri Farzan as a model remained there. Now Zayn certainly guessed if Grisel must be angry and then invited Farzan to argue, as usual happened.

Farzan smiled bitterly at Zayn's highly targeted guess. He downed his alcoholic drink to the toilet, before then asking the bartender to fill the empty glass again.

“I sued for the divorce,” said Farzan suddenly without looking at Zayn.

Zayn was surprised to hear Farzan's words, but then smiled as if he was happy with his cousin's decision.

“It turns out you are smarter now. Next time do not choose a woman because she is good at playing in bed only,” said Zayn teased his cousin's sister.

Farzan glared at Zayn's innuendo, impulsively hitting his cousin's sister's back hard. “Damn you!”

Zayn laughed at Farzan who was upset by his insinuations, but the two did not quarrel and instead enjoyed the night both of them, spending a few glasses of alcohol to relieve the fatigue and pressure gained.

**

Grisel went to a nightclub, a different place than Farzan. He was too stressed to think about the termination of his employment contract with a fashion company that asked him for cooperation, as well as divorce lawsuit filed by Farzan. Now he sat in the club with a glass of chocolate, downing slowly before smiling bitterly.

Grisel pulled out his phone and called his manager.

“Halo!” Grisel's voice sounded like a drunken man.

“Why is your voice like that? Where are you? Why so noisy?” ask the manager across the line.

Grisel smiled bitterly, before then raving. “You know, you know how angry I am!” Grisel spoke while patting the chest, even hiccups due to consuming too much alcohol.

There was the sound of rough breathing, before the manager spoke. “Already, Gris. Why do you keep making trouble. Focus on your career only at this time,” said the manager advising from across the call.

“Can't!” Grisel won't listen to his manager's advice. “You know, do you know, huh? Farzan just sued for my divorce. He wants to divorce me!” Grisel spoke while crying, patting the chest that felt so painful.

Inaudible to the manager's voice, it seems that the woman chose to shut up and listen to the grievances of the model.

“I have to teach them a lesson, I can't let them live quietly!” Grisel ended the call before the manager spoke.

He again downed the ordered drink, making him now drunk heavily because of consuming too much alcohol.

“Hey ... Aren't you a model?” A man observed Grisel who was already heavily drunk. The man had been observing since, to make sure if the woman who was drunk and raved was Grisel.

Grisel turned his head with narrowed eyes, half consciously answering the question of the unknown man. “If yes why, huh? Want to accompany me?”

Of course the man didn't waste a chance, let alone Grisel as if giving him a chance to get close.

“If you allow, I will be very happy to accompany,” said the man. Sitting in a chair next to Grisel, scanned the woman's body from toe to head.

Grisel still continued to gulp down the liquor, ignoring the man sitting beside him. He stared at the crystal glass in his empty hand, then turned to the man who had only been staring at him since.

“Why don't you drink? Didn't you say you wanted to accompany me, huh?” Grisel spoke with a drunken stupor, even lifting his chin because the man beside him was smiling.

“I want to accompany in other matters, do you want?” The man reached out his hand, stroking the side of Grisel's face.

Grisel was silent about the man's treatment, staring at the smile of a man he hadn't seen for a long time. I don't know how long Farzan hasn't shown a smile for him, it's probably been years. He saw Farzan's smile only when he gathered with the family, it was because he had to.

“Try smiling again!” grisel ordered, his eyes almost closed because he was already heavily drunk.

“Do you like to see my smile?” ask the man.

“Originally that sincere smile, then I will love it,” replied Grisel half-consciously.

The man's hand moved to the back of Grisel's head, then slightly pressed until Grisel came forward and was right facing the man.

“Close with me, then I make sure you will get a sincere smile every time,” whispered the man.

Grisel could feel a warm puff of breath from the man's nose, poking at the skin until his fine hairs stood up.

“Why should I come?” grisel asked, his eyes looking at the face of the man who was very close to him.

“Because I will force you to come,” replied the man.

Not yet Grisel responded, the man had already grabbed his lips, pulverized and sipped repeatedly. Grisel wanted to dodge and push the man's body, but the touch the man gave, made Grisel unconscious and forget himself.