DIVORCE PAPERS
Restu Although Forced

It feels like my morning this time will be so hard to get through with a calm heart. My anxiety last night was not gone, now my brain again contaminated by dreams that adorn my sleep as long as these eyes sleep. Although it was just a dream, it greatly affected my mental state.

Still with a worsening mood, I set foot to flush this body with water that I believe can make the body more fit and healthy and to further perform the worship of two rakaat, he said, to honor Allah SWT and ask to be given peace of life and be kept away from all bad things either for me or for my family, especially my daughter's family, I pray that my dream is just a sleeping flower and will not come true. I prayed so long that the sound of knocking on my door broke my concentration, Sarmi called me to breakfast. I finished my prayer and answered Sarmi's call.

"Yes, mbok. I'll be there soon". Answer me a little loudly.

Mukena I left and I kept it on the nightstand as usual with neatly folded conditions. For a second I threw my ass into my soft bed. I set my breath in such a way that my turmoil was not realized by my children, daughter-in-law and little grandchildren. With my mood not improving, I moved my feet towards the dining table.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was a little different than usual we enjoyed our breakfast so cold, there was no usual joking, everything was engrossed with the dishes on each plate. Only the romance of my daughter and her husband is occasionally clearly visible.

"Please don't leave this dining table first, Han!. There's something important we want to tell you and mom". Tell Tika to her sister

Farhan, who was about to leave the dining table, abandoned his intentions. He had to throw his butt back in his seat. It was time to hear what her sister wanted to say.

I finished my breakfast with a cautious heart and was far from calm. My brain and mind are still heavily influenced by my dreams last night. I pray that my dream does not come true.

It didn't take us any time, we all finished our breakfast and were ready to listen to what my daughter and daughter-in-law were saying to me and her sister, Farhan.

After everyone finished breakfast, I saw my daughter clutching her husband's left hand and nodding her head to signal her husband to start the conversation.

"Previously, Arka apologized to the mother for all the mistakes of Arka during Arka became the daughter-in-law in this house. So do you, Han. Brother apologizes for all the wrong things about your sister's khilaf during your sister-in-law". Arka said softly but very clearly sound mam Murni, Farhan and Tika.

The apologetic words spoken from my daughter-in-law's lips further made my mood worse. The word "during being a son-in-law" really sounds uncomfortable to use as the opening sentence in my ear, especially the word coupled with an apology.

Tika is seen bowing her head and her hand grip is getting tighter on the

on the husband's finger. Me and my son ,Farhan looked at each other and he shook his shoulders while shaking his sign slowly he also did not understand what was meant by the words of the man who was the head of the family in this house.

"Today I leave this house and return Tika with all my rights and obligations as husband to mother and also Farhan as the legal guardian of her mother Sifa." Continue Arka again with a vibrating sound and increasingly raucous.

"You mean?".

"Sister mean?"

Farhan and I simultaneously asked, My son was no less surprised than I was even very visible once the eyes of anger at the twinkle of his eyes.

I looked at my daughter-in-law's face with this pile of pain that was raining down on my chest, as a mother there was a sense of disbelief in me my son was treated like an item I lent him, he casually said that he would return my daughter and throw his responsibility as the husband he had been with since the pledge of the qobul ijab in front of the late father Tika. My chest really felt tight, why did last night's dream really come true. I feel like my body is not boned. While the loser in front of my eyes looked down at the compact question from me and his brother-in-law was seen once if he was frightened to the point that a cold sweat as big as a corn seed poked on his forehead. I don't know why his guts suddenly shrank.

I am still trying to negotiate with my heart and mind and hope that things will improve and my son's household can be saved.

"What's really going on, Arka boy?. What do you mean take your responsibilities and obligations and leave your wife to us?, where are you going?, Please tell us why you're doing this, son!. What's the matter? please be honest!". I asked in a soft tone.

Again I saw a couple looking at each other, Tika nodded her head while smiling to support her husband to continue his sentence, conveying important things that must be known by me and his sister. I think Tika's attitude is so strange. How can he be this calm when the household is in a condition that is not okay.

I looked back at Arka who was trying to inhale as much oxygen to fill his respiratory cavity, then exhaled slowly.

Under these circumstances, I kissed a gelagat that was not right would happen to my daughter's household. With great worry and curiosity, Farhan and I waited for Arka to explain everything as clearly as possible. It was seen how much the man beside Tika was so depressed and like bearing a heavy burden that was mentally shattering.

"We...we decided to end the ark of our household, ma'am. We're getting a divorce". Obviously Arka was nervous.

The world seemed to collapse hearing the word 'divorce' that slid from the lips of my daughter's husband.

The words of my son-in-law were like lightning in broad daylight, without any wind or rain suddenly booming, shocking everyone who heard it even capable of making me very shocked.

I looked at my daughter and daughter-in-law in turn, disbelief in her hearing, how could the son and daughter-in-law she was so proud of suddenly decide to divorce, my lips felt muddled, shakes without being able to say a word, tears are no longer able to stand that in the end without cues through the corner of this eye to flood my wrinkled old cheeks signify that this heart is really injured even though it does not bleed.

my son stared intently at his brother's husband with eyes twinkling with anger, hurt and very disappointed, his teeth were clenching and his hands clenched firmly until the fist seemed to tremble. He got up from his seat without letting go of his angry look at the sister-in-law. Before her fist landed on my daughter-in-law's body, Tika had already tried to calm Farhan down and rubbed her brother's arm so as not to commit acts of violence. As wise as possible she advised her sister not to be rash let alone commit acts of violence to maintain the honor of her husband. I am saddened to hear my daughter's advice to her sister. How much she respected her husband so much that she was still kind to the man who wanted to signify him. Though I as his mother wanted so badly to beat him up that he realized that my daughter who was married to him was not worthy of this kind of treatment.

and rubbed the arm of his sister's hand to make it calmer.

Resisting his anger, Farhan sat back down sighing violently. My son looks really disappointed and doesn't accept this.

"Why are you doing this, son Arka. What's mother's daughter's fault?. Can't everything be fixed?". I asked with a loud voice.

My eyes glazed over, crying silently withstanding the tightness in my chest because I was still completely shocked to accept the fact that my daughter's household was on the edge.

"I'm sorry Arka, Mom". Answer Brief arcs. A clear thread rolled at the end of his eyes.

"Don't you think about how your son is. Sifa desperately needs affection from both of you. Can you not be selfish by thinking about your heart. Remember among you there is Sifa, do not let your beautiful daughter become a victim because you prefer divorce". My advice sounds like a whine.

I felt my fingers clasped tightly, I opened my eyes and I saw my daughter crouching with her hands clasping mine. My heart is very sad and sick as sick as it hurts, how not, he who I think is a wife who is almost perfect now threatened to be doubled her husband, what a tragic fate.

"Mom, the love of Sifa's father and mother will not be reduced in the least must we have to separate. We will still be the best partner to raise Sifa. We still want to part ways because we don't want to hurt each other more deeply. We just want Sifa to know and remember the good things in ourselves, not to plant each other's hate and resentment. Forgive us, ma'am". Obviously my daughter with tears in her eyes.

Can't stand the pleading gaze that strengthened from the look of her eyes on as a mother I can only bless what my daughter wants even with a sense of constancy because I love her more than I love myself. My daughter slammed into my arms as if she was relieved that I had approved of her divorce. We were immediately swept away in a very heart-wrenching mourning atmosphere and heart.

Bugh....

We both gasped when we realized that Farhan had raised his fist on Arka until my son-in-law fell. I quickly helped Arka up and Tika blocked her sister's arm with a disappointed look.

"I told you to solve the problem, Farhan. You make mbak into a wife who can not keep the honor and glorify the husband even in the last seconds. Try what you can say if Sifa sees her father battered like this, huh. Lying?, is that what you want?. Ma'am really disappointed in you, Han". Omel Tika with a sharp eye highlight made a silent bow.

I looked back at my daughter-in-law's battered face. My son's fist hit it hard enough that his nose and lips were bleeding.

"Why should you divorce my son, Arka? wh why? huh why?. I asked while shaking both of my daughter-in-law's shoulders who could only look down on it.

"Get your head up, Arka!". Garangku shout.

Plaque.... Plaques

I couldn't hold my palms anymore two slaps floated onto the cheeks of that son-in-law I loved so much. A deep disappointment that was so unbearable made me dark in the eyes to give him two slaps that I now regret. I looked at the palm that had slapped my son-in-law, the more regret pervaded my soul especially now that blood was pouring more and more from the nose and the corner of his lips.

An increasingly mountainous sense of regret made me scatter hugging his daughter-in-law with increasingly heartbreaking cries.

POVS. Pure end

APOLOGIZE FOR A LONG TIME NOT UP BECAUSE OF THE BUSY TEACHING AND FINAL EXAM SEMESTER YES