Take Off Yourself
Divorce Letter

"Signature, ma'am". Yasmin, holding out the divorce papers and pen. It was very draining, asking her ex-husband to handle her. How cute are you, Mas. Not like before, your appearance.I'm very sad, but I feel happy.

"No, I don't want Yasmin". Reject Faris, a few times. "Give me a chance, again. To fix our household, I beg you". Faris, want to touch Yasmin's hand. Damn, why did I talk about Yasmin at that time. Aarghh.... Apparently, Yasmin is smarter than me.

Yasmin avoided it. "Don't touch me, ma'am. We are, not muhrim anymore. Did you forget, have you stabbed me? Remember that, mama. Sign the divorce papers, I'll drop my charges. Faris will be free and start a new life again". Yasmin said, with ease. Yasmin, you have patience not to get carried away by emotions.

"Yasmin, are you not kasian to me. Look, how's my condition? Me, I don't have anything. What's more, my family's like that". Faris said, with pity. How'this? Wherever possible, I linger in prison. Do I accept Yasmin's offer? Deal later, I'll think again. At least I'm free from here.

"Me, don't care about me". Deny Yasmin, directly. "That's your life risk. Enough is enough, I am patient and give you another chance. It hurts, my heart hurts". Yasmin, point her finger towards the chest.

"I,....".

"Enough, sign this right now. After that, you're free". Yasmin, cut off Faris' conversation. As much as possible to hold back her tears, so as not to drip. Yasmin, did not want to be looked at weakly by her ex-husband.

Faris, took a deep breath and signed the divorce papers from Yasmin. "I promise Yasmin, someday. I, will come back again. After, I've been really successful".

"Good,mas. It's changing for the better". Yasmin said, smiling immediately. He stood up and walked outside.

Faris, back to the bars again. But his gaze was blank, regretting what had happened.

Beautiful, looking in wonder at Faris. "Faris, why is Yasmin coming? It's been 4 months, it's been nongol". Beautiful grouse, poking her lips.

There was no response from Faris. Make it beautiful, upset for him.

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"Thomasdulillah,nduk. You, home". Aminah, welcoming her son.

"Yes,bu". Yasmin said, trying to smile. He, sitting on the living room couch. " Mommy, why did our old house collapse". Yasmin asked, so many memories of her old house.

"eeee... Last night, it was raining heavily and the wind was strong. The roof of the house, break down son. How, your problem? What's done, Faris wants to handle the divorce papers". Ask Aminah, curious.

"Alhamdulillah, mother. But, Mas Faris is free. It's the only way, how to get her signed". Yasmin replied, with a heavy heart.

"Nothing, at least he felt what it was like in prison. Hopefully, in the future he doesn't bother you anymore. Hope, don't see you again". The chuckle of Amina.

"Yes, Yasmin doesn't want to see them again. Enough is enough, Yasmin felt heartache". Yasmin said, bowed sadly.

For 4 months, he lamented his fate. The house his parents gave him, Yasmin rented. Rather, empty the eggplant and income extra money.

For 4 months, Yasmin was waiting for a divorce. Impatiently, she was completely separated from her ex-husband. His heart, completely closed and there was no intention of coming back again.

With a large chest, Yasmin assumed the status of widow. He still refuses to work. Not to mention the scorn of the people around, who always kepo with the life of Yasmin.

"Yasmin, you're home, son. Is, smooth on your business". Jamal sir, just arrived.

"It's okay, Yasmin. What matters is that you are free. Your Iddah period is also over, what if you marry Hanafi boy". Mr. Jamal said, no more ba-bi-bu.

Deggs....

Yasmin, frown. That soon, he married again. As for him, it is still traumatized to have a domestic relationship.

"Sir, what is not speed. Yasmin, meanwhile, just got a divorce. Understand, our child's feelings". Ms. Aminah, immediately calmed her husband's mind.

"Sir, Yasmin needs some time. For now, Yasmin is unable to live the household anymore. Understand the desire, Yasmin". Pinta Yasmin, her tears are dripping.

"Yasmin, follow your father's words. Try it, you obey your father and do not marry Yasmin. Surely, you are happy with Hanafi. Mumpung Hanafi, still want to marry you. Even though, you are a widow. Now Hanafi, become a foreman in the oil palm plantation. Your life, guaranteed Yasmin. Mom and dad, so relieved". Jamal sir, speak at length.

"But, sir...".

"Nothing, but-nothing Yasmin. Follow my father's words, it has been enough to refute my words. Now what,ha? you, already smeared the face of father and mother. What else, your ex-husband's behavior. Don't always argue with Yasmin, now it's your turn to obey your father. In the past, my father followed your wishes without refuting a bit". Firmly Mr. Jamal, making Yasmin immediately silent.

"I'm sorry, mom. What your father said is true. Mom, you want to prepare your father's lunch". Ms. Aminah, followed her husband into the kitchen.

Yasmin, breathing heavily and staring at the ceiling of the house. He, confused what to do. "Well, I have to see Hanafi. Why, would she marry me who is this widow? What a thing, he loves me". Yasmin muttered, still remembering the incident 2 years ago.

Where Hanafi, alone and came to his parents' house. Intention to propose to Yasmin, he said he liked Yasmin for a long time. Mr. Jamal, warmly welcome and bless Hanafi. Yasmin refused it outright.

"Father, I don't want to accept Hanafi's proposal. Because Yasmin, you have a lover in town. We're getting married soon". Reject Yasmin, make Hanafi bowed lethargic.

Mr. Jamal, looks uncomfortable with Hanafi. Because his son, did not want to receive a proposal from him.

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Faris and Beautiful, free from prison. As Yasmin promised, she would not lie to her ex-husband.

"Good, we're not in jail for long. That's so rude, Yasmin". Beautiful grouse, with annoyance."Come on, we go home and see mom. Surely, mom was happy. You, there's money. There's a wallet and a cell phone. Good thing, to eat us and cost us there".

Faris, again silent and did not answer the words of her brother.

"Faris, where are you going? Don't run,". Prevent the beautiful, when Faris takes the city bus.

"Release,mbak. I, uh, want to catch up with Yasmin. I, don't want to lose him again". Flinch Faris, the goal is to get back to Yasmin.

"Don't be crazy, Faris. Did you forget, that he put us in bars ha". Beautiful jerks, not understanding why Faris still hopes with Yasmin. Jesus, is he crazy? Still hoping, with that cunning woman.

"Whatever, what said Ma'am. Me, don't care". Deny Faris, directly. Yasmin, wait for the mas to come. Maa, meet you.

Beautiful, clenching both hands. He was, really infuriated with his sister.