“We should just get divorced instead of building a marriage only to keep fighting,” Romi explained casually.
Diandra’s eyes widened at what Romi had just said. How could he say those fateful words so easily?
“Divorced, Honey?” Diandra repeated, clearly shocked. “I didn’t hear you wrong, did I?”
The word slipped from Diandra’s lips. Her voice was faint, as though she herself still couldn’t believe what she had just heard.
Romi drew a long breath, then slowly let it out, as if he had no doubts at all about separating from Diandra.
“Yes. We should get divorced. It’ll be much better for both of us,” Romi replied firmly.
Diandra stared intently at her husband. Her eyes began to glisten with tears. She was on the verge of crying, but she still managed to hold them back.
“Honey, are you serious?” Diandra asked to make sure. “We’ve barely been married. Why are you asking for a divorce? Can’t we work this out properly?”
Romi fell silent for a moment, then studied Diandra closely.
“I’m too tired of all this, Diandra,” Romi admitted, giving voice to what he was feeling. “We have to fight about the same problem every day.”
Diandra smiled bitterly.
“So you’re choosing to divorce me just because you don’t believe I was a virgin when I married you?” Diandra asked seriously.
“It’s not only about that—”
“Then what is it about?” Diandra cut in quickly.
Romi fell silent for a moment. Diandra stepped closer.
“All this time, I’ve explained everything. I’ve never hidden anything from you, Honey. But you keep forcing me to admit to something I never did,” Diandra said, finally letting everything out.
“I don’t know who to believe,” Romi said softly.
“Believe your own wife, Honey.”
“I’ve tried!”
“No, Honey. You never really tried,” Diandra shot back.
Romi roughly rubbed his face.
“Every time I remember that night, I become more convinced you’re hiding something,” Romi accused her without proof.
Diandra shook her head, holding back her tears. She had never imagined that the man she loved would treat her this way.
“I’m not hiding anything, Honey,” Diandra explained honestly.
“Then why does everything feel so strange?” Romi replied, still refusing to believe the reality before him.
“Because you’re looking for an answer to something that doesn’t actually exist,” Diandra explained, beginning to lose her temper.
Romi fell silent for a moment. Diandra took a deep breath, then wiped away the tears beginning to roll down her cheeks.
“I married you while still protecting my honor as a woman. I never gave myself to another man. But from the very first day of our marriage, you made me feel like the most despicable woman in the world,” Diandra continued, pouring out everything she had been holding inside.
“I didn’t mean to—”
“But that’s exactly what you did!” Diandra cut in quickly.
Romi didn’t answer. The room fell silent again. Diandra studied her husband carefully.
“If you truly want to divorce me, I can’t force you to remain my husband,” Diandra continued, her voice trembling. “But before this all ends, I want you to know one thing.”
“What?”
“I’ve never lied about who I am. When I became your wife, I was still a virgin, and no other man had ever touched me,” Diandra revealed plainly.
Romi stared intently at her.
“And if you discover the truth someday, don’t come to me just to say you regret it. Because by then, I will never accept a man who has humiliated me,” Diandra said emphatically.
Romi frowned.
“Why are you talking like that?” Romi asked seriously.
Diandra let out a long breath.
“Because I know that one day, you’ll realize the person you’ve been accusing all this time was innocent,” Diandra declared with conviction.
Tears began flowing down Diandra’s cheeks again.
“But by then, everything may already be too late.”
Romi remained silent for a long time. Doubt began to appear on his face as he prepared to let Diandra go, but his pride made him cling to his decision to divorce her.
“I still want us to separate,” Romi continued, stubbornly holding to his position.
With a heavy heart, Diandra nodded slowly. She couldn’t possibly force Romi to stay with her.
“All right. If that’s your decision, Honey, I’ll accept it,” Diandra said, looking resigned to her circumstances.
“Diandra,” Romi called more gently.
Diandra tried to stay strong through the ordeal she was facing.
“It’s okay, Honey.”
She tried to smile, even though her lips were trembling.
“If that’s your decision, I’ll accept it.”
Romi lowered his head. But when Diandra turned to leave the room, Romi suddenly felt a tightness in his chest.
He began to realize that the words “We should get divorced,” which he had spoken so easily, might become the decision he regretted most for the rest of his life.
“I won’t regret divorcing Diandra.”
After leaving the courtroom, Diandra let out a long breath. For the first time after living under pressure for days, she felt a little relieved.
Today, everything was finally over. She and Romi were no longer husband and wife. Diandra adjusted the bag in her hand, then walked toward the vehicle that would take her back to her parents’ house.
“It’s finally over,” she murmured softly.
But that sense of relief slowly turned to sadness when she remembered how quickly her marriage had ended.
When she arrived at her parents’ house, several neighbors sitting on the porch immediately noticed her arrival.
“That’s Diandra, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.”
“Wasn’t she just married a few days ago?”
“I heard they’re already divorced…”