My Bride, Amazing
Chapter 88. Divorce
“Zan,” call Maharani very slowly. His views followed every movement of Fauzan. The man stepped slowly but firmly. A sharp glint from his bead of eyes gushed out anger.
Fauzan held out a document inside the stopmap right in front of the Maharani. The woman scrunched her forehead.
“What is this, Zan?” maharani asked weakly staring at the document. His hands were too weak to move, so he could not reach them.
“This is a divorce letter. I want us to get divorced soon, Maharani. I'm sick of all your behavior!” berang Fauzan threw the document right in the Maharani's face.
Both eyes of Maharani are wide open. His mouth was open, “What? Divorce?” Maharani shook her head, both corners of her eyes began to be layered in a clear liquid that was ready to fall.
“Yes! Sign the divorce papers soon!” fauzan insisted without further ado.
“No, no! This is impossible. You must be kidding ‘kan, Zan? You cannot divorce me ‘kan?” elak Maharani did not believe it, he strengthened himself to get rid of the document.
Fauzan squinted his eyes, folded his arms around his chest while saying, “Since when do I like to joke, huh? You've ruined my good name, and even you've nearly bankrupted the Isvara family! Why else would I keep a woman like you!” fauzan spray pointed at the face of Maharani full of emotion.
Jihan who heard it also trembled in fear. He did not want his father and mother to divorce. Jihan is not ready if she has to lose the luxury that she has been getting.
“No! I don't want to divorce you, Zan! The video just misunderstood. I can explain everything. Actually it's just a job, nothing more, Zan. Really am! With Mr. Arief Wandana, he was indeed my foster father, thanks to him I was able to become a popular star back then, Zan. This is not what you think,” said Maharani trying to explain. He did not accept Fauzan's reasoning.
One corner of Fauzan's lips lifted up, he looked down at the Maharani, both hands propped up on the bed. His sharp eyes now met with the eyes of sayu belonging to Maharani.
“Listen to me carefully. I don't care at all what you say. Sign the divorce papers now!” fauzan's assertiveness is full of emphasis. He said he no longer cared.
Maharani laughs discordantly, then cries and laughs again like almost crazy, “I know, know until now you even still love Stephanie, Khansa's real mother, ‘ right? You never treated me gently in the least. Like you treated Stephanie. I'm your wife too, Zan!” his strangulation was angered with tears streaming down his two temples.
“Don't ever equate Stephanie with you. He's clearly different. Unlike you who are sneaky and can only make me embarrassed also a big loss!” fauzan's jolt is right in front of the Maharani. The woman closed her eyes tightly.
“You don't pretend to forget, Zan! I also helped you a lot in developing your business during this time!” elak Maharani shouted in disbelief.
“In reality you just always make trouble and increasingly make big losses, Maharani. I don't want to know, sign the divorce papers!” fauzan pressed a document and a ballpoint pen against Maharani's chest, then sauntered away from the room.
Fauzan slammed the door of the room until it made two women in it jump in shock. Maharani was crying.
She felt pain all over her body, now divorced by her husband. The pain layered until it pierced his heart.
“Bu,” Jihan walked shakily close to her mother.
She was crying hugging her mother. Suddenly Maharani felt tightness in her chest. It made Jihan feel panicked.
“Bu, mother why?” tanya Jihan put a hand on the forehead of the mother. “Mother is hot!” frightened shouting. Jihan is confused as to what to do. He never took care of anyone who was sick. He panicked and just paced around the room biting his nails.
Jihan ran out. His first goal was his father's office. Jihan knocked several times and ventured to open it.
“Dad,” call Jihan scared.
There is no word from Fauzan. Jihan lowered her head as she walked closer to her father's desk. Fauzan looked at him coldly.
“Dad, please call a doctor for mom. He has a high fever and also feels daddy-tightness. Jihan please, Jihan's afraid of mommy why-not, Dad,” pinta Jihan cupped both hands in the chest.
“So you carelessly entered here because told by the beard lady, yes?” snapped Fauzan pounding the table.
Jihan jumped in shock. His heart rate is increasing. Her tears started to flow. During this time Jihan was always treated like a princess, she was very spoiled by Fauzan. He thought he could draw his father's sympathy.
And today, Fauzan snapped at him heartlessly. Instantly his confidence was shattered into pieces. Fear now binds his heart. Jihan's guts grew shrivelled, her head lowered deeply.
“Bu .. not like that, Dad. Mom didn't tell me. It's my own initiative. Please mom, Dad,” said Jihan Lirih barely even heard.
“What do I do to help women take turns like him?! I don't care about him anymore! Get out of here Jihan!” snapped Fauzan pointed towards the door.
But Jihan was still unmoved, and she dropped her body on her knees before her father. “Dad, Jihan please. Poor mother in such pain,” Jihan's pinta broke into tears.
Fauzan stood up from his seat, Jihan thought the man would agree to it. But unfortunately not.
“I emphasize once again, from now on I don't care about that woman at all!” said Fauzan lowered his head right in Jihan's ear with great emphasis. He refused to even mention the name of Maharani.
After saying that, Fauzan came out and slammed the door. Jihan's body slumped to the floor. He hugged his knees while crying.
Fauzan was leaving the house. Accidentally, in a passageway he saw Khansa walking gracefully and meekly.
His eyes clashed with each other. Fauzan's eyes showed a ray of affection for his daughter. His steps swallowed in order to take longer to look at his daughter. There was a little regret from his heart. Both lips were tightly locked, no words were spoken even if just greeting.
Khansa, although there was a little longing, was drowned with all the disappointment and heartache in the man who became his father.
Khansa ignored him, continuing to move, passing Fauzan just like that. It was as if the man was an invisible statue. Fauzan stopped looking at his daughter's back.
Severely wanting to swallow his saliva, Fauzan finally turned around and left, the light of the lamp on his back implying longing and hurt.
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