Friend:
"You know, I was once mistaken. I meant to introduce F to Mas XYZ one day".
Me:
"Uh huh" (listening intently).
Friend:
"But then I couldn't find him in his room. So we went back to F's cubicle. There F told me that she was about to marry in three weeks! When I met Mas XYZ, I told him to forget my idea of introducing F to him".
Me:
"So Mas XYZ really means it when he said he's going to look for a second wife."
Friend:
"Oops! Didn't you know it? He just divorced his wife".
Me:
(Stunned)
Too many times I heard of the word "cerai" (English: divorce) being spoken lately. It's no longer a word that I frequently hear being said on TV; It's a word that now becomes spoken so often like the word "getting a baby", because it's not just celebrities who dare to commit divorce nowadays. Sadly, the "divorce" virus has gotten to people close to me. To mention a few, there have been my ex-office mate and current office mate; my ex-campus colleague; and my cousin who have been through the awful experience.
The reason of separation is different between one person to another, but the grand theme is the "unfit that cannot be tolerated anylonger". For someone who hasn't got married like me, this epidemy creates a new sense of fear. Previously the question that keeps bugging me is "Will I ever get married?", now a nouveau tingling question adds to my things-to-worry list: When I eventually get married, will my marriage survive to the day I (or my partner) die(s)?
Men.
When they don't worry, they complain.
