DIVORCE PAPERS
Last Night

Pure ma'am's question was still ringing in Irfan's ears. He could not understand the question of Pure Ma'am if Arka prepared a large suitcase for a trip. Their projects outside the city are all done just inauguration, it was not implemented in the near future. Irfan's head was throbbing, what parting between his two best friends was really going to happen, he was really not out of thought. But when viewed from the intimacy he saw throughout his visit to the boss' house there was no doubt that their relationship was not okay. That means their relationship is not problematic. Arka and Tika seemed to enjoy their togetherness even several times he found the two to be friendly. Especially when picking vegetables and sharing them with neighbors around their homes, the father of their mother and child who ayu look so compact. It was also vividly illustrated in the photos of their holiday at several tourist attractions in the city of Palembang which implied how harmonious and happy the boss' family was.

Irfan breathed his coarse breath. Tread his temples and hit the steering wheel slightly hard. The car he was driving had already entered the elite settlement where he lived. The car went slowly along with the turmoil of the driver's mind that seemed to be controlled and began to loosen.

"Huh ..Hope their relationship is okay. Unfortunately, if the family is harmonious it must run aground the story of the household". Inner Irfan.

The handsome young man's car stopped in the courtyard of a minimalist two-story mansion. The house purchased from his own sweat that he hoped could become a palace for the small family he would build.

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POVS. Tica

Tonight, the routine thing that Sifa and I have always done is to accompany her to study and teach. We are trying to prepare our daughter to enter the world of education in the coming school year. After accompanying Sifa to study as usual, Sifa's father went to the mosque to perform the prayers of the congregation with Farhan, my younger brother, after both of them left, I rushed to help my son finish his books and pencils and put my daughter to sleep by reading a fairy tale. Not finished I told the story of the little obedient girl who was packing it was completely lulled in her beautiful dreams. I chose to go into my room upstairs. Sifa's father had not been seen the trunk of his nose, maybe he had not returned from the mosque, When I passed the living room, I did not see Sifa's father or my mother. Maybe my husband hasn't come home from the mosque or maybe he's in the room. For the mother, he said he wanted to sleep early so as not to wake up late, he was diligent in fasting sunah Monday Thursday. I just saw Farhan was engrossed in smiling himself while his hands were busy flipping through the sheets which turned out to be a photo album whose creation was initiated by my only daughter, Sifa. My son really makes me nervous, though, as I tried my hardest to release his father who had ravaged my soul by cultivating the sincere taste that I gathered little by little but he even lightly incised the sweet memories neatly arranged in the the photo album is currently being viewed by his uncle. And of course one more thing, I have to prepare my mind if someday the album becomes my most powerful painter. I can't do much just shake my head and shake my shoulder. I was about to step over me

I stood on the balcony of my room enjoying the atmosphere of the night that I thought was so shahdu. Tonight is the last night I have the status of a wife because if according to plan tomorrow morning Arka will leave the responsibility of myself to my mother and Farhan as my guardian. I feel like laughing out loud, it turns out my love and devotion as a wife still does not guarantee my husband's love can be stronger in me. Recalling his words when he said that his love had been eroded from his heart, my heart was completely torn apart because his figure had dominated my heart even all my joints. I was so shocked that for a moment I collapsed and ended up in the hospital. My heart is really hurt, I tried to make my household ark cruise run aground because the nakhodanya is no longer in line, we have different tastes and thoughts. My love for the skipper made me really enjoy this cruise, I poured out all my abilities so that this cruise felt comfortable. I help my son to always be able to face the waves ready to face with affection and loyalty. I don't mind the tiredness that sometimes comes stabbing demands a sacrifice, I make sure my shoulder is clean without the stain of the bubbling. My smile expands, I think this is the voyage of dreams. Nakhodaku marches and makes sure that this ark will be safe until its destination. But the fact that all my dreams and hopes were lost to me, whether since when, I knew that my son could no longer drive me, he will leave me in the middle of the ocean and leave behind millions of memories.

I sighed softly, my hands resting on the balcony guardrail gripping him tightly. Actually, Sifa's father asked me several times to continue the story of our household life but I refused it. It's not that I'm no longer in love or acting like a selfish mother. But I don't think I'll be able to do it anymore if I have to taste disappointment and deeper heartache. For Sifa, I believe that my separation in a good way will be better for her development than one day having to face the separation because her father has met a person who can shake his heart, hating his father for thinking he hurt my heart. After all, Sifa's father had prepared enough materials to guarantee our daughter's future. For the matter of affection, I also do not need to worry and doubt, he loved his daughter very much, beyond my love for the little girl. Of course he will have his own way to channel his love to our only child.

The night was getting late but I still felt at home enjoying the beautiful night accompanied by the stars that seemed to joyfully accompany me who was being hit by a storm. They comforted me and said that losing someone dearly loved would not bring my world to an end. God will send me more love.

I was still so engrossed in the inner voice and the burden of thought that took hold of my brain as I was struck by a burly hand slipping through my side, hugging me tightly and placing his head between the recesses of my neck. Although surprised I did not refuse because I knew he was my husband, Sifa's father. My nose is very familiar with perfumes and the typical body odor that has accompanied me the last 6 years has been memorized. There are no words spoken from his lips, while I still so enjoy the warm embrace of the man who until now is still the adoration of my heart. I close my eyes, hoping time stops right then. My husband turned my body around without letting go of his embrace, while our eyes clutched, there was a sad look full of wounds there. I don't know, I really don't understand why those injured eyes still perched there when I agreed to his wish to part with him. Although it was hard for me to let go of my love story and the husband ended the next day when the talaq was dropped on me.

Without my husband's cue to link his lips to mine, *********** gently and passionately. I just quietly enjoyed, deliberately I did not reply because I did not want to be too late in the waves of intimacy that these two days always treated me. after the previous day we took the time to cook together, after the previous day we took the time to cook together, eat together, pick fruits and vegetables together and share fruits and vegetables with neighbors together. This morning until the afternoon we spent some time together.

The dim sun that seemed friendly made us not realize that the morning was over and now it was day. Exactly at 11 we arrived home, cleaned ourselves and rested Rahat unwind. After lunch and dhuhur prayer, Sifa's father took me and Sifa shopping to the mall and children's playground. My husband really spoiled both of us, we ended the weekend with a meal at a fast food restaurant. The picture of a dreamy little family, maybe it was pinned by the people who saw the romance of the three of us. Without them knowing, the family they praised was a family that in a matter of seconds would become a mess. Hm it's really sad. Smile and my heart is not in rhythm.

Sifa's father stopped her pagutan when a little prank escaped without being prevented.

"I'm sorry dad, bun". The words of Sifa's father were barely heard.

His outstretched hand rubbed my already wet cheek by a puddle of tears. I held her hand and I kissed her palm slowly. I shook my head. My tears flowed more and more, as hard as the rain that suddenly fell as if to mourn the fate that now befalls me, to love a husband who clearly no longer has any sense of me.

I saw Sifa's father's eyes flushed with difficulty he tried not to cry, but his defense finally broke down as well, he could not resist the rate of tears that forced out. Sifa's father brought my body into his arms

Along with the earthy sobs with my sobs, also the sobs of nature make the night atmosphere that had felt syahdu turned into a roar.

"I'm sorry dad, bun".

"I'm sorry dad".

"I'm sorry dad".

"I'm sorry dad, bun". Say Sifa's father again

I once again shook my head in his arms. Until I heard her sobs that were getting jarring without any hesitation and embarrassment. His embrace is getting tighter. Actually, I don't understand why he was crying like that, it's so weird in my opinion, he should be happy right?. There is no need to live one roof with a wife he does not love anymore. Is it as sad as it is to pin the status of a widow to me tomorrow as she already said.