Divorce, Mother
episode 36

"Mas why? I've seen it since. It's like there's a problem. Is there anything you want to tell me?" ask Vina gently. They are already in bed.

"Mas." call Vina.

"Heum, what's wrong?" ask Iqbal.

"Mas is why. I noticed that there was a problem. Daydreaming continues." said Vina. "Mas, what's wrong? Why don't you tell me the same story." said Vina.

"There's nothing. We're sleeping." take Iqbal. Pulling Vina into his arms.

"Well, if I make a mistake. Do you want to forgive him?" ask Iqbal. After a long silence. Rasti who was almost asleep, was surprised by Iqbal's question. "Please promise me that you will continue with me" Iqbal said.

"If there really is a problem, tell me, are we not married to complement each other and share? Complementing every deficiency and advantage. Sharing joy and sorrow? So tell me, whatever your problem is." said Vina. She knew her husband was having problems.

Vina could conclude, if Iqbal is a husband who is very caring for his wife's feelings. Iqbal is a husband who always hides his problems.

Finally Iqbal recounted the incident a month ago, and ended up showing the contents of the chat from Rasti.

"Sorry, I just don't want you to be thinking. I was wrong for not telling you. I just don't know if Rasti is intentional about doing that" Iqbal said.

"I'm disappointed, not because of Rasti. But because Mas who did not open the same as me. I want Mas, share in every problem. I know your intentions are good. But with Mas involving me in every problem. That means Mas values me as Mas's wife." explains Vina.

"Tomorrow, we will both meet with Rasti." said Vina.

"Well, tomorrow I'll pick you up, when you're done" said Iqbal.

"Tomorrow, I'll go to the hospital. We just go from there." said Vina.

The next day, Rasti again sent a chat to WA Iqbal. Iqbal who happens to be on break watch the chat from Rasti. Then he passed it on to Vina.

"Later to go to a moon star hotel. 111 Rooms. Just go in. If you don't come. I'll send all the photos to your wife." chat from Rasti.

Elsewhere, Rasti was very confident that Iqbal would come to see him. Because Rasti knows. Iqbal is a man who does not want his wife to be burdened, even if it is only a trivial problem, Iqbal will definitely solve it himself.

After sending a chat to Iqbal. Rasti decided to buy lingerie. He was from the salon. Rasti wants to make Iqbal fascinated with beauty and kemol* body s*ksi.

"I'll make sure, you stay with me Mas." Inner Rasti.

After buying all his needs. Rasti went straight to the hotel that had been booked before.

In the afternoon, Iqbal got ready to go home. Vina was waiting in front of Iqbal.

"Sorry baby, it's been a hassle. Why wait here?" said Iqbal, kissing Vina's cheek.

"And I just sampe Mas, so I guess Mas still has work. Rather than bothering Mas work." replied Vina. "Now we go straight to Rasti's?" ask Vina.

"Heum, but you remember what Mas said back in WA?" Iqbal. Vina nodded her head.

"Key code for our wedding date. You can't possibly forget Mas." sign in again chat from Rasti.

Iqbal just pegged in front of the door. He continued to fight his lust as a normal adult man. Rasti got out of bed. He picked up a glass of prepared drink on the nightstand.

"I know, Mas will definitely come." said Rasti approached Iqbal.

"What do you want? Accelerate deleted all the photos." cried Iqbal as Rasti approached him.

"Where are you really going? Why rush?" rasti asked while making a circle with his finger on the button of Iqbal's shirt.

"That's enough, Rasti. You don't have to be a cheap woman to tease my husband." cried Vina who pushed the door. "You think my husband is tempted by a woman like you? Even you're cheaper than prostitution*r out there." taunted Vina again.

"You." show Rasti. "And you, you must humiliate me. By bringing her here." annoyed Rasti.

"I'm not the one who embarrasses you. But you are the one who humiliates yourself." Iqbal asserted.

"Ooo ... Yes one more. You don't have to bother sending that photo to Vina. Because I told him. Along with CCTV from the hospital parking lot." continued Iqbal.

"It's still good, no I'm Viral you're Rasti. Because I'm still thinking about not shaming you to the people out there" Rasti said. Then he and Iqbal left the room.

"Thank you, because it involves me in every problem" said Vina. Now they're on their way home.

"The grateful person. Because you are always there for me. In the future Mas promised, will always tell every problem that Mas faced." promised Iqbal.

Rasti, though, could only cry. He could not accept that Iqbal and Vina treated him like this. He had to figure out a way to separate Iqbal and Vina.

"Awas you Iqbal." shouted Rasti in the hotel room.

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The relationship between Shahril and Sarah is getting closer. They even walked both ways. Ms. Fatma also agreed, especially Syahril who is a hardworking man. Now he wants a daughter-in-law who works hard even if not rich. What matters is that her son is happy.

"I'm sorry, I can't be a romantic guy." cried Syahril when proposing to Sarah.

Now they're in Iqbal's cafe. Syahril proposed to Sarah in front of the cafe visitors. With the background of Saka who plays a guitar pitched sacred promise song from Yovie & Nuno.

"It's okay, Mom. Gini I'm happy." cried Sarah while glancing at the ring on her ring finger. "But why didn't I sing? It's more like that." continued Sarah.

"Because I'm afraid all customers will run away to hear Mas's voice. Iqbal pity you, so loss." joked Syahril. "Mas's voice was ugly." honestly Syahril made Sarah laugh.

"Later Mas will propose to you in front of your mother. Also next week bring Iqbal and Vina to your house. Because it's just them, my family." said Shahril.

"Mother is happy, with your good intentions. May you be happy forever. Take care of your son, he's your favorite. And Mother, ask that after marriage you stay here. Accompanying this old and useless woman." sobbed Bu Fatma then.

Now they are in the house of Fatma. Shahril had already said her good intentions were to marry Sarah.

"Mom, relax. If Sarah marries me, then I'm ready to take care of you like my mother. I also miss the parents who can think of me as their child. Think of me as your real son. Reprimand me, if I hurt your daughter. Remind me that I have to make your son happy." Iqbal explained.

Madam Fatma finally agreed. And Syahril also agreed to live with Ms. Fatma, if she was married later.