Divorce, Mother
Meet the past

Anwar occupied the same sofa as Adit. He felt a hostile aura from the eyes of his son.

"What's wrong?" after a moment of silence.

"Dad wants to apologize." looked at Adit who squinted his eyes. "Dad, want you to forgive Dad" Anwar said stammered.

"Dad knows, if Dad's mistakes are too much. You may never forget it either. However, I'm really apologizing."

"Remain sure, just to apologize? Not because there's any other intent, is there?" ask Adit.

Anwar who was so shocked. Disappointed at once. Because his own son doesn't believe him anymore.

"Dad, really sorry. Because after this, I'll go far. Just, I want to, before I go get your forgiveness."

"Will you forgive Dad? Earlier, Dad also apologized to Saka. And I'm sure he forgave Dad. So too with you. I want you to forgive me too."

"All right, but I hope. Don't you ever interfere and trouble us, Father's children. Please, never approach Mother again. Because I know, I was also going to see Mommy, right?" ask Adit. He was earlier on the phone by Saka. Tell Anwar to go there.

Anwar came out of Adit's room. He decided to return to Sarah's house. He wants to live there. Because Anwar was sure. Sarah must have accepted it.

Elsewhere, Vina was on her way home from Singapore. Now they have arrived at the airport. Vina was sitting in the waiting chair. Because Iqbal's clearance to the toilet.

"Vina ya" said a man not far from Vina sitting down.

"Yes. Sorry, but who are you?" ask Vina.

"Ampunnn, Vina. It's me loh. Picaroon. The son of Mr. Udin where you worked first." said Fikar.

"Oo ..remember. After all, his appearance was much different. How is Mr. Udin Mas." asked Vina.

"Hehehe, can you Vin. Father died long ago. Mom is sick again. Understandably old." said Fikar.

"coralpity ... Sorry, I don't know."

"It's okay, relax. You do what here. Who else to wait for?"

"Waiting for my husband Mas. By any chance, he went to the toilet."

Deg ... "Are you married?" asked Fikar surprised. Vina could feel an aura of sadness on Fikar's face. "It turns out that all this time, my hope and wait were in vain." murmured Fikar could not be heard by Vina.

"What about you. Is she married?"

"Yet. Because up until now I'm still waiting for you Vin. Didn't I promise to marry you once I agreed?" ask Fikar.

Vina. "Ma-sorry."

"It's okay. You're not wrong. It's impossible too, you've been waiting for me all my life. Anyway, I've been looking for you all this time. And today, we just met." wise Fikar.

"Doctor." said Fikar. Vina looked at me.

"Eh ... Mr. Fikar. Kok here." said Iqbal immediately embrace Vina.

Fikar stared at Iqbal's embrace without blinking.

"Mas." stared in surprise at Fikar. "Ooo ... know this my wife Vina." said Iqbal looking friendly wife. "And this is Mr. Fikar. He's one of the children of Mas's patient, in the hospital." Iqbal told Vina.

"We know each other. Coincidentally Mas Fikar is the son of the owner of the place, I work first." explained Vina and Iqbal just nodding his head.

Then Vina and Iqbal left. Stay, Fikar himself. Waiting friend? No, that's just the reason. Earlier, he was sitting. However, while looking around, he accidentally saw Vina. First love first. Even though Vina is hijab. Fikar still recognized him because the photo of Vina from still a girl until now is still stored in his wallet.

"It turns out I'm the only one who loves you. May you be happy." Inner Fikar, staring at the departure of Vina in the hands of dr. Iqbal.

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"So, dear Mr. Fikar said what the hell? Look at it." asked Iqbal. Now they're home. And Iqbal just finished a shower.

"It's just a normal ado. Asking if I was Vina." said Vina looking at her husband's reflection from the mirror. While he is combing.

"I'm jealous." kissed his wife's head. Vina just chuckled softly. She was happy to hear the word jealousy from her husband's lips. Because Vina knows. Jealousy is love.

"I'm afraid you're tempted. Moreover, Mr. Fikar is rich. And he's never been married" Iqbal said.

"You've made me fall in love every time. So, mama maybe I can leave you." chuckle Vina twisted her body. Then hugged her husband. And Iqbal, take the opportunity right away. He brought Vina on the bed.

Iqbal was always crazy about his wife. And Vina too.

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Sarah is coming to Anwar. He always accepted his. Especially when you hear the story about Masnya being deceived. Sarah felt sorry for him. He asked Syahril to look for the man. However, Shahril refused. Because he is still hurt because of the quarrel before. Sarah no longer forced her husband.

Sarah intends to share the savings of Bu Fatma with Masnya. For he also could not possibly let his Mas take too long with him. Moreover, the savings of Ms. Fatma a lot. Sarah couldn't have spent it alone. For they were both sons of Fatma.

"Mas, after Mom's departure. I just found out that Mom has a stash. This is everything." hand over the savings book. Some money and gold.

"What do we do with all this?" ask Sarah.

"Liar fair, we split two. After all, you've got a rented house. Even though I sold Mom's shop. However, it is natural for men to get more" said Anwar.

"alright. But can some of us contribute? Count up let the reward, for Mother still ngalir." Sarah's idea.

"If you want to be discordant. Donate, have your own. Mas do not want the ration to decrease" said Anwar began counting money.

"All right" said Sarah. Because I don't want to argue with him.

"After this, Mas will sell the store that I gave to Rania. Because all this time, the rent always goes into Nadin's pocket" said Anwar.

"But, it's better. The shophouse was Mas kasih for Madam Nadin only. Poor family's broke."

Anwar immediately stopped his activities. "Originally you know yes. Which causes Mas to be poor because of Nadin's parents. Because of her mother until she died. So, I won't give him a penny." Anwar said.

Sarah was surprised to hear what she said. He did not expect, if it was the actions of the former in-laws of Anwar.

"And Mas, didn't report it?"

"Be quiet, it's none of your business."

Anwar called his friend. He asked what the price of gold was in one gram. After that, he calculated the amount of gold and multiplied it by its market price. After counting everything. They each have 250 million.