"Please sign below."
Bara affixed a blue folder with black ink."
Sandra, who had just completed her hair, cocked her head to the side. Words that are ablaze burn in your ears. She defeats the catapult she just launched.
"What is that?"
Sandra took up a map that appeared frantic. Her interest was more intense. Without receiving a response from Bara, she uncovered the enigmatic map.
"Papers for divorce?"
Sandra gazed in awe at the item she had just unzipped. Her piercing eyes shifted to her husband, with whom she had been in a relationship for three years. His attention shifted from the map to Bara, and so forth.
"What is the intended meaning?" She did not scream with all her might.
"Yes, I desire a divorce! The crackle of smoldering coals, his hands folded in his pocket."
"Oh." Only that single syllable escapes her lips.
Sandra swiftly extracted the unused pen. She removes the cap with her teeth. She only diminished her anxiety. She was able to sign her name with her heart still intact.
"This." Sandra gave her husband the map, who has since divorced her.
"Thank you—" Bara received the folder that Sandra provided. "Let's celebrate our breakup with Em. Share a meal with me."
Sandra could only nod in response. She pretended to be organizing her tools without glancing at Bara.
"The apartment is indeed yours. I will also send you regular payments while you are still unemployed," said Bara to encourage Sandra.
"Thank you, Sir."
Bara nodded, then exited Sandra's bedroom. His steady pace darted fast toward the exit. He abandoned Sandra by herself.
***
She could no longer maintain her composure, sobbing. Sandra wept uncontrollably. The separation that had been haunting her shadow had reached her.
The delicate physique had to crush the heart again. She is legally divorced. In an elevated condition, pregnant.
"Don't worry, little one, we'll get through this together. Okay!" As he rubbed his stomach, she commented.
Bara is unaware of her illness. She was even unaware last night. As she complained of sudden nausea and dizziness, She went to the pharmacy without first consulting her schedule. Her sole purpose was to purchase a pill for nausea and vertigo. However, with her description, the pharmacist gave her a setback. In fact, she lines up two.
"It is designed to give your father a child. The good news is that she prefers to separate. However, you still have your mother. Your father also merits happiness. Likewise, we will as well."
Sandra had stopped crying. She could not have persisted in her suffering. She should be prepared. The flight to Canada will depart in 3 hours.
She planned to drop her second class. The news of this pregnancy was the most difficult cause.
The plan must start from the outset. She will depart Indonesia. Leave her husband and everything else behind. Include the privilege of being a Bara. She too found it difficult to go from the tomb of her mother and father.
Sandra will go far in life.
***
Soekarno-Hatta Airport appears broken. A woman wearing jeans, a black cardigan, and holding an airline ticket in her right hand. With the fingers of his left hand, he dragged his large bag.
"According to the schedule, it should be two hours once more."
Rolex's Datejust collection has a wristwatch with gold and diamonds. She instantly recalled that the fancy item was a birthday present from Bara.
Before realizing that it did not, he tossed his head back harder and chose to look at a magnificent clock displaying five o'clock. The flight lasts seven nights. There is still plenty time for him. Sandra snuck to Uncle Sam's distinctive eating stall.
She decides to stuff his stomach, which is already full. She could not even recall when her last meal was. Perhaps last night. There is a developing seed if you do not remember. Sandra is more likely to win her rashness. This time, she cannot be self-centered. The fetus is not guilty. His error in substituting his father for his son.
"Not a must-be kid ... Do you get it? It is therefore not elite to sense you."
Sandra rubbed his stomach once more. She has not yet seen it, although belonging to the category of svelte individuals. It has a healthy body, standing 170 cm tall and weighing 60 kg. His beautiful lips contain weightless problems.
"I really anticipate our meeting."
The waiter delivered the ordered menu. The restaurant is not particularly busy. The condition causing its suspension. The tables are largely vacant. Facilitating Sandra's comfort with food.
***
Since leaving Sandra's apartment, Bara's smile has not ceased. He enthusiastically seized the paper in his hands. No matter how long it takes to reach nightfall. Sandra's application event has reached full maturity. He will complete the task as quickly as possible. Imparts a sense of profundity.
He will submit a second application for Sandra. Make it a complete wife. Bara is aware that Sandra only considers him a spouse who pays for her body. Bara was served perfectly on the bed. For the remainder, he received nothing. The Bara did not disclose his marriage to the public. Others are aware that he is married, but are unaware of his lucky wife.
"I'll locate it. She has the right to everything. The finest applications, the finest rings, and a splendid reception party. Sandra ought to be content. I will demonstrate my absolute affection for her," stated Bara.
He had never been present at this time to await nightfall. These past three years are long enough. He can only possess his own heart. This time, he will disclose it. It seems genuine. Their closeness and their steamy nights conceal a secret love that neither of them is aware of. And Bara desires, Sandra is aware.
Skye Bar & Restaurant will return to see their success. In this eatery, they met. As though you wish to repeat the same action.
The candidate for his wife's campaign was surprised. The 5-star, 5-star is specifically created for him. The tables and chairs do not require removal. Simply place it in the center of them.
Initially, a chandelier hung from the ceiling to create a dim environment, which was then surrounded by small candles. They became more energetic and romantic with his assistance.
The Bara arrived too soon. Even the sound of the horse's place of worship has now ended in our immediate vicinity. Also, the chef has not completed his duties. He only returned to check in. His flawless planning will be realized. Without emotion, time passes quickly. The figure's long-hour needle is moving. While the figure is short and agile. In around five minutes, his sweetheart would arrive.
""Oh, Sandra must have been traveling; I cannot wait to watch his gorgeous face flush."
The Bara considered a smile, contemplating what would transpire. The musicians on his line have been impacted in just seven nights. These seven numbers have been calculated. The sweetness of the passionate grandmother. Unfortunately, neither has the romantic partner.
"Sandra, have you come? What is a reference?"
The Bara started to feel anxious. Several times, he wiped his face. Fear of anything that would accompany his sweetheart. His anxiety increased. The culmination of all of his plans is before our eyes. The word order yawned in his direction.
The Bara could no longer hinder his parents' automatic fireworks display, which he now enjoys. Take pleasure in the nothingness. It is false. Her lover decided to depart. Even without approval of the Bara's farewell region. Sandra declined to join her for supper.
"Where do you intend to travel, San? I will not again annoy you. May you be happy despite my existence."
***