"Mbok Yum, Pak Gino, Pak Mono, could you please be witnesses? Because Mas Rafif is going to divorce me,"
Syahla said this calmly to the household staff working in her home.
The three housekeepers looked shocked, glancing at Syahla, then at Rafif.
Just like them, Rafif hadn’t expected his wife to say it so casually.
He had hoped she would beg him not to divorce her — but instead, she looked so ready, as if she wanted the divorce badly.
Seeing her husband's expression, Syahla raised both her eyebrows and asked innocently,
"Why? Ah… having witnesses for divorce is not mandatory. But to avoid forgetting or disputes later, it's better to have witnesses."
"Heh. Forget? You think Mas Rafif will come crawling back to beg you for reconciliation after divorcing you? That won't happen, so don't be so full of yourself!"
Mara sneered again, interrupting Rafif's silence, clearly unable to accept how much Syahla seemed to want the separation.
Still calm, Syahla raised her hands to her chest and shrugged.
"Who knows!?"
Mara wanted to say more, but Rafif opened his mouth first.
"Will you really be okay after we separate? We could—"
"No!"
Syahla cut him off firmly, knowing what Rafif might suggest — polygamy.
*"You're not the kind of man capable of handling polygamy, Mas. I know that better than anyone. Besides, I refuse to share a husband with someone like her,"
she added, glancing at Mara disdainfully.
"What do you mean by 'someone like her', huh?! I—"
Mara flared up.
"Nothing," Syahla interrupted again.
"Just a 'good woman' who ruins other people's marriages. So, I’m just trying to avoid any... diseases."
Her tone may have risen at the beginning, but Syahla quickly shifted to a calm and elegant demeanor, making her look strong without being aggressive.
"What do you mean, diseases?! You think I'm some dirty woman who spreads sickness?!"
Mara's anger exploded.
"Good if you understand."
"You—"
"Mara is not that kind of woman!"
Suddenly Rafif cut in emotionally, defending Mara before everyone present.
Mara beamed proudly, basking in Rafif's public defense.
"Don't slander Mara with baseless accusations. I won't allow it!"
Rafif added sharply, staring at Syahla.
His wife smirked again, clapping her hands mockingly as if celebrating Rafif’s 'heroism' in defending his mistress.
She turned to the three household staff standing awkwardly.
"You heard that, right? One day, if the truth comes out and things turn upside down, just pretend you know nothing."
Mara wanted to lash out, feeling humiliated, but Rafif cut her off again.
"Why are you so eager to corner Mara? You must still hate her for taking me away, right? You’re just pretending to accept this divorce!"
Syahla chuckled.
"Look! I even called witnesses for you to divorce me. How could I possibly want to stay with you? 'Taking you'? Oh, please… I’m willingly giving you away, Mas. I'm tired of living with you — and especially with your family."
"Liar! You’re lying!"
Rafif refused to believe she was letting go that easily.
Syahla frowned.
"Strange. Why are you upset? Shouldn't you be happy that you can get rid of me so easily?"
"Yes, Mas, what’s wrong with you? Hurry up and divorce her now! Remember your promise when you proposed to me earlier!"
Mara chimed in, urging Rafif, as he kept staring at Syahla.
Syahla waited calmly. The house staff looked annoyed at Mara but kept silent out of politeness.
Finally, Rafif, after a long pause, spoke.
"Fine. If you really want this. Syahla Inara, today I divorce you. From this moment on, you're no longer my wife, and it is forbidden for me to touch you."
Syahla gritted her teeth briefly, holding back emotions she had restrained for so long.
Yet, she forced a smile.
"Very well. I accept your divorce."
Mara immediately smiled broadly and clung to Rafif’s arm.
"Thank you, darling. You’re the best man, always keeping your promises. I love you!"
Sadly, Rafif remained silent, his eyes still fixed on Syahla, who was speaking to her housekeepers.
Something felt off for Rafif.
Why? Why do you still seem so unfazed?
Was your devotion to me really just duty?
Rafif struggled with a flood of troubling questions.
A wave of disappointment swelled inside him.
Why? I thought I didn’t love her anymore.
I should be happy after divorcing her.
But why does it feel so suffocating?
Rafif snapped out of his thoughts when Mara’s angry voice rang out.
"What the hell?! Why are you giving Mas Rafif a suitcase? You should be the one leaving this house right now!"
"Because I..."
Syahla said casually,
"will still be the queen of this house!"
Mara laughed mockingly, lifting her chin proudly.
"Queen? Seriously?!"
"Of course! I’ll be the one living here because Mas Rafif and I will marry soon!"
Not only Syahla but even the housekeepers sneered at Mara’s arrogance.
Mbok Yum, who had been itching to speak, finally blurted out,
"This is Non Syahla’s house! Don’t even dream of being queen here. YOU are the ones who need to leave!"
"W-what?!"
Mara's eyes widened in shock.
"She’s lying, right, Mas?"
To be continued...
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