Separated and Reconciled by Ciggaretes (Part 1)

Indonesia version on Kompasiana

In a light blue walled house located on the corner of a village road, I heard the sound of a husband and wife arguing. The sound was so loud that the quarrel was heard from my house right in front of their house. The house is inhabited by a husband and wife who just got married a year ago and is still not blessed with children.

"You took my cigarette?" Herman shouted

"Ahh ..... I took only two or three cigarettes, why the heck!" said Reni, his wife.

Bamm ... bamm ...! It sounded like the ashtray slamming. Herman, a middle-aged fat man was angry while slamming the ashtray on the patio table of his house. Reni was no less angry, he threw a pack of Herman's cigarettes on the table to the floor.

"You ... take my cigarette often too, right?" Reni said, puffing out her plump chest as if challenging her husband into a fight.

Reni, in his thirties. His face is sweet, fair-skinned, although for me the size is not too beautiful, but has an ideal body portion.

Herman and Reni are both heavy smokers, even the cigarette brands are the same. So it was common if they took or steal cigarettes each other. Suddenly again heard the cry of Herman which was the ultimate overflow or the peak of his anger.

"Okay ... let's just divorce, I do not want to keep fighting about little thing!" screamed Herman with his eyes that looked fierce and glared as if he wanted to pounce on Reni.

"Good ... good ... you think I'm afraid. Let's just divorce!" Reni answered as he entered his house and slammed the door hard. Shortly after, Herman picked up the cigarette on the floor and then lit a cigarette and took a deep breath. Seen he thought and pondered while enjoying the cigarette. (hpx)

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