DIVORCE PAPERS
The Voice of the Heart of Sifa
The car moved further and further away, leaving a place that had been storing millions of memories that Arka could not possibly forget. Although his love ended, but his story will be a living story that coloring the beautiful story he once soy sauce.
Tears increasingly abundant, filled his eye sockets and drenched all over his cheeks. Because this is very disturbing, especially his vision and concentration, then he decided to pull over his vehicle for a moment to resolve the turmoil of taste that was so stifling his respiratory cavity. He really did not expect to part with the woman he did not love anymore was still able to tear his heart. Long enough Arka enjoyed a pain she did not understand in her solitude. Isn't this what he wanted but why his heart and soul are still inflamed, he should now be supporied with this freedom.
The man who a few days ago confidently said that his love had been eroded to the wife who had given a little girl Sholeha and accompanied her with great respect and love was moved to the point of his body was shaken as if he had just realized that he had just made a terrible mistake. Even now he cannot fix it even though he wants to.
Long enough Arka was drowning in a miserable mood, she felt so stupid and useless as a man, husband, father and daughter-in-law. He felt a real failure.
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Farhan sat pensively on a long bench that was widely found in the park where he used to take off the rubble. His mind was muddled up this morning spinning in his brain like a video featuring a scene of a very sad movie. His beloved sister's small family is waiting for a judicial decision because Arka will apply for divorce. Yes, her only sister will be divorced. Remembering that Farhan's chest rumbled his hands clenched hard until his knuckles turned white. Apparently, his feeling all along was right, the misgivings that raged in turn turned out to be a hunch that his sister's little family was not okay, he said, until this morning the culmination of his premonition was fruitful in the fact that the ark of love they lived was in the last phase and seconds.
Farhan felt his head throbbing pain along with the tightness in his chest that made him more tormented. If the last few months he was so enthusiastic to get married and build a family as happy as his sister's small family. In fact, he had devised a plan to do ta'aruf with a girl who sholeha through the intermediary of a kyai, the nanny of a boarding school that is the father of his coworkers.
The first time he saw the girl who had disturbed his heart when he went to the cottage to follow up on the cooperation of leadership training and advertising organized by his company in order to capture a generation of talent in the field. The girl in the hijab is as wide as her older sister, Tika, uses. At that time he was very impressed by the manners shown by the girl when serving drinks and various snacks. Although only paying attention at a glance, but his figure is able to make him intoxicated.
Several times visiting the cottage makes the opportunity to steal the view even higher. Until one day, the kyai known as Kyai Mahmud was sniffing about it and finally revealed the identity of the girl who had been pasted in prayer for the third of the night. The girl who stole his heart was named Siti Rahmatin, an orphan girl who had not been fatherless and named since infancy, her father died in an accident while she was still a few months in the womb while her mother died shortly after giving birth to her.
Based on the explanation of Kyai Mahmud who turned out to be Rahma's father's older brother. Since then Rahma has been in his care. She nurtures Rahma and her son Reihan, Farhan's co-worker with affection. The age difference is only a month difference causes many people to think Rahma and Reihan as twins even though Rahma was born after Reihan was 6 months old. Rahma's father left no small amount of property and is currently managing it under the supervision of kyai Mahmud. Rahma is still not willing to take over the treasures of his parents under the pretext of still wanting to concentrate on demanding knowledge.
At that time Kyai Mahmud offered to share his nephew's promise when he was ready to marry and wanted his nephew to be his aunt. At that time, Farhan's heart was very flowery. He was looking for the right time to convey his intentions berta'aruf with the idol but his brother-in-law gave a surprise that in a matter of seconds destroyed his hope, but his brother-in-law, the story of the older sister's household that he had been proud of and he made a suritauland now on the verge of destruction, his heart slipped along with a sense of pride that was broken into pieces. He really could not understand what was really going on in the family of the older sister he loved so much. He never thought his sister and brother-in-law would prefer a divorce. Is it so fragile that the households they build can no longer be saved.
It was already afternoon but Farhan was still not budging from his seat, his eyes blank with no spirit of life and his mind wandered somewhere until the melodious voice of the adhan maghrib restored his consciousness, he got up and left the city park to go to the nearest mosque to perform the Maghrib prayer.
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Tika tears drenched in her cheeks, she spilled her sigh in the prayer that she prayed after performing the prayer maghrib. He now really has to try hard to accept the fact that the man he loves so much goes from his side. It was very desirable that he still curbed the husband of love, but the humanity in his soul made him refrain from doing so. He prefers to keep the wound of his heart because he had to part with his love rather than stay together but his loved ones are stretched, desperate, tormented and feeling down because they had to live with a woman who is not loved anymore. Shown in her eyes keromantisan that is always created in every togetherness with the husband that ultimately drowns his love in the navel of divorce.. Tika was stunned without a sound until the greeting from the baby she loved surprised her.
"Assynogaikum, bun". Sifa said as she walked through the half-opened door.
"Wa'alikum Salam". Tika replied in a hoarse voice without looking over.
The young mother of one was busy wiping her tears trying to hide her grief and heartache. Heart wounds that he tried to save himself and did not want to be known by others, including his only daughter.
Sifa approached her mother who was still on her back. He rested beside his mother and placed his head in the lap of the mother. Tika stroked her daughter's hair and smiled bitterly, her heart aches because now her daughter must feel the loss of warmth of a father's affection.
"Mom why does Sifa feel so sad, huh?. Dad's only been out of town for a while. Sifa's heart grew sadder because since father left earlier everyone lost their cheerfulness. Mother prefers to stay in the room, grandmother does not talk much and om Farhan also came home lethargic. Sifa feels dicuekin, bim."
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