
Dimas still did not believe what Yanto had said. Dia shook her head.
“Gue can't believe you're going to do that,” murmured Dimas in the heart.
He realized Yanto was no longer there, and Dimas finally stepped back into Susi's shop. He no longer found Yanto there, Dimas' best friend was rarely hanging out in Susi's stall, because according to his wife the association in Susi's stall was not good.
The friends of Yanto and Dimas who used to hang out there are mostly friends who do not know the religion and often leave prayers.
“Where to from, Dim?” susi asked when Dimas was back sitting in Susi's shop.
“There is a similar affair Yanto,” replied Dimas.
“What solution?” ask Susi curiously.
It just so happens that Susi's stall starts to quiet as the night gets late. There are only 3 young people who play their cell phones.
“Mhm,” Mumbles Dimas.
He was reluctant to tell about the issue he had just discussed with Yanto.
“Oh, if you don't want to tell a story also nothing, kok,” said Susi.
Susi was now sitting next to Dimas.
“Then how are you related to Fitri?” susi asked curious about Dimas's household relationship.
The crack of the Dimas household was no longer a secret to them, but all the citizens already knew about it.
“Neither, I myself do not know,” Dimas replied in despair.
“If in my opinion, you better stay with a woman who can't take care of herself,” said Susi began to heat up Dimas.
“A wife who has dared to cheat does not deserve to be maintained,” Susi said again.
Dimas was still quietly listening to the words of Susi, he himself did not know what exactly was going on and he also did not know what to do in the future.
Hate for his wife is getting bigger, so to see a woman who is still legitimate to be his wife, he feels very disgusted.
“I know, you must have been very hurt by what your wife did, but you must not give up. Your path is still long, you can still continue your life without her being by your side,”, Susi continued to instigate Dimas.
Dimas's heart was closed to consider what Yanto had just said, and Dimas was now far from his Lord. He no longer carried out his duties as a servant, he was negligent in worshiping in the only place to depend.
“According to you, should I divorce her?” ask Dimas to Susi.
“Mhm, how, yes. Divorce or not will remain the same, right? I don't think you need to divorce her, so she can't get married with her affair,” Susi said.
“You must want revenge for the betrayal he has committed, right? With her still being your wife, you can hurt her as you please,” Susi said.
Susi continues to instigate Dimas so that Dimas is really out of control, he just agrees with Susi's opinion. He also intends to torture Fitri's heart slowly.
Dimas never again provided for the needs of Fitri and Rasya, he let Fitri struggle to live in his village alone.
The days continue to be lived Fitri, now he began to draw closer to Allah, he more often came to the ministry to study religion.
The deeper the religious knowledge he gained, the stronger he became to continue living this cruel life.
Fitri is also still continuing his work as a writer, he continues to make the latest works so that now he already has a steady income from writing.
“Mother,” call Rasya when Fitri has just closed her phone after writing an episode in her novel and preparing to go to sleep.
Fitri turned to Rasya who had been asked since he was working.
“Mother still fighting yes same Dad?” ask Rasya plain.
Fitri let out a long sigh, she felt so hurt getting heart-wrenching questions out of her daughter's tiny lips.
Fitri hugged her little girl tightly.
“Honey, Mother and father are just thinking the best for Rasya,” replied Fitri.
He confusedly explained what was currently happening to his little girl.
“Honey, Mother tired. We sleep, yuk,” invite Fitri to his daughter so that Rasya no longer questions the maslaah of himself and the husband.
Inevitably the little girl began to close her eyes, not long before Rasya was asleep. As well as Fitri, she also slept next to her daughter.
The lonely nights they went through both without the existence of Dimas again with them. Slowly Fitri began to get used to his life at this time.
In addition to writing, Fitri is still doing business selling online, with the income that he can meet the needs of himself and his little girl.
At 04:00, Fitri woke up from his sleep.
He immediately abluted and then performed the tahajud circumcision prayer and hajat prayer. He surrendered to God for the life he now lived. He also asked God to be given strength in living it and to be given a better life after this.
Fitri worshiped and did’a until dawn entered, after the morning prayers Fitri carry out his usual routine, he cooked for himself and Rasya. She no longer cares about eating Dimas.
Just now Fitri finished cooking, heard the door of the house knocked on someone. Fitri fell silent, she remembered the incident that Dimas' father had done, since then she had always been careful at home.
“Fitri!” snapped Dimas from outside the house because Fitri did not open the door for him.
Fitri hurried to open the door for her husband when he found out that his guest that morning was Dimas.
“Abang? You home?” asked Fitri with a smile on her face.
Fitri felt that her husband had regained consciousness and now returned home to live with her again.
“I want to eat!” snarled Dimas on his wife.
No wind no rain, Dimas came and asked his wife for food. Fitri scrunched his forehead in wonder.
“Are you here just to eat?” tanya Fitri was upset with her husband.
“Iya! You are still my wife, you must serve me!” snapped Dimas.
Dimas pushed his wife's body until Fitri staggered and fell to the floor. Dimas stepped towards the kitchen. He saw a bowl of clear vegetables and tucked sambal.
“ What are you cooking this?” snapped Dimas.
Dimas threw a bowl of vegetables until it fell and scattered on the floor.
It made Rasya wake up from his sleep, he stood up and peeked at what happened between his Father and Mother.
“Only that I can cook, because I have no money,” Fitri replied.
“If you need money you can ju*l in*i, that's what you've been doing all this time, right?” bentak Dimas accused Fitri who is not.
“Astaghfirullah, Bang. You can hate me, but please don't accuse me of that!” balas Fitri is no longer resistant to Dimas treatment.
Seriate…