Chapter 9 9. Irritating

Chapter 9. Irritating

"I am willing to accept your wishes but I ask..."

My words caught in my throat. I felt like my body needed a place to rest for a moment.

"What?" said my stepmother.

"I ask that from now on you don't see me! I also ask... from now on we have nothing to do. In my eyes you are dead, not only you are dead," I said in a trembling voice.

I will not cry for this sadness, breaking up with a man who has hurt my life for a dozen years, even on this day he boldly took away what I only have, which is a new family called marriage.

He took away the only happiness I had, after my mother's passing, I had no other happiness but this marriage. A flat marriage.

"What do you mean?" Asked the man narrowing his eyes.

I flashed a faint smile staring blankly at the man with the title Father.

He should be the man protecting me right now.

If he had even the slightest bit of compassion for me, he would have told Devina and Mas Bima that their actions were wrong.

"Two weeks ago my mother passed away," I managed to make Bapak's face pale, maybe he didn't realize that I was in such a bad situation.

"Saidah... She..."

Bapak's words trailed off and his eyes glazed over.

I moved from my seat, but my gaze couldn't escape as I stared at the face of the man, a man who was already middle-aged.

"I will go and get up. But I beg you not to come near me again. I also beg you to consider me dead and focus only on Devina. I will also consider you dead and consider myself an orphan," I said with a voice that felt choked in my throat, while the tears I could no longer hold back.

"Please support Devina. I only ask that you forget about me as a child and today is the last day I call you father," I said then stepped away but the man had only taken three steps.

"Wait Diandra! I apologize if this moment is really inappropriate with your current situation. I didn't know that..."

"No need to explain anything!" I said as I turned to the man, deliberately cutting off a remark that wouldn't be pleasant to hear in the end.

"That's okay, sir. Just let him break off the relationship with us. Just watch out if one day she needs our help," he said again.

I smiled sarcastically at my stepmother.

"Need your help? When? Isn't that wrong? Isn't it you guys who need my help? Even the father who knelt down three years ago, humbled himself before me to cover up the shame of what his beloved daughter, Devina, had done," I replied firmly.

"You spoiled Devina so much that her behavior was outrageous and arbitrary," I said.

"You brazenly shut up and stop bringing up something that has already passed, it's been 3 years, you better move on and get up if you can really live without us, then just leave here, let the house be inhabited by Devina because from the start the one who should inhabit this house is Devina, you understand!"

Mrs. Lisna looked upset, offended by my words, the woman even glared at me. Too bad I didn't care.

"I hope you no longer ask anything from me! And I hope gusti Allah gives justice to me and to you! I swear that you will pay for my heartache!" I said as I walked towards the children's room.

Heh don't be the most oppressed you! Haven't you been enjoying the luxury of being Bima's wife for the past 3 years?! It's not enough to be a substitute wife for 3 years!" Mrs. Lisna shouted. I didn't care. I rushed into the room to see how my kids were doing.

It turned out that the twins had gone back to sleep and were already sleeping in the baby box, while Mas Bima looked at our two children in turn.

"Tell Mama to come here," I pleaded. From this day on, I broke off my relationship with Mas Bima. And from this moment on, I will not call him Mas.

"Bima! Send Mama here to discuss our divorce!" I ordered again.

The man turned his head to me. For the past 3 years, this was probably the first time I called him by his name directly.

Sorry... I no longer have respect for you, Bima!

"No! We'll keep our divorce a secret from my mama!" Bima's refusal managed to make my eyes perfectly round.

What?

Mas Bima wants to keep our divorce a secret from his mother?

What is this nonsense?

Does Mas Bima's mother not approve if I divorce from Mas Bima?