Divorced My Husband on My First Night
chapter 71 three years later

As days passed, my career as a lawyer grew. Three years of pioneering a career from the bottom, makes me so grateful for the pleasure of success that I am currently feeling. Now I no longer live in a boarding room, but with great effort and tenacity, I can buy a simple house that I also make an office.

I'm ready to go to court at 10:00. Later I will accompany my client in a child custody hearing. She was a woman who was abused by a husband who acted arbitrarily, beaten, and cheated in plain sight. The divorce decision has been tapped hammer, but the husband even concerns the custody of children who he thinks as a father will not be able to prosper his child if he lives with the mother. Because the husband, who is a rich man, always demeans his wife who only works as an online cake seller.

"Madinah" is my client's name. At first, he didn't want me to be his lawyer because he felt he couldn't pay me. But I was so called to help her as a fellow woman who had both been hurt by a man. So I free my service to help those who are unable but in need of defense. I only charge a high fee if the client is a rich man with a very heavy case.

At 10:00 we entered the courtroom, today the first hearing for child custody. My eyes pierced sharply at the man sitting next to Madinah's ex-husband; she was Deni, my nemesis. Damn, again I have to fight arguments with him. Last month we also met in a child abuse hearing. He did not defend his client at that time, only begging for leniency.

"Trial's starting!" the magistrate's hammer has been tapped three times for signs the trial will begin.

"Forced Public Prosecutor, please read your claim!" said the judge.

"Thank you, my honorable judge, I am here as the Public Prosecutor accompanying my client named Pak Angga Herlambang. My client, Mr. Angga, wants custody of his two children who are with Madinah's mother, Verre Florinda, 8 years old, and Vanno Kurniawan 5 years old. Because he, as a father who is so in contention, will certainly be able to prosper his children than if taken care of by the mother of Medina. The education of children is guaranteed, as is the place of residence. Sorry, in this case my client is not condescending to the life of Madinah's mother. He just wanted to ease the responsibility of Madinah's mother. Madinah's mother was allowed to meet with children, she did not forbid. I hope the judge can grant my client's request, Mr. Angga. Thank you," Deni ended his words which he thought were of no weight at all. Sharp she kulirik.

"Alright, thanks to Prosecutor Daniel, it is now the turn of the Attorney Defender of Madinah Mother. Prosecutor Reyna," the judge invited me to read the defense to Madinah's mother.

"Thank you to the noble judge. I am here as the Attorney Defender of Madinah Mother, pleading with the judge to consider all this. That the custody of minors must still fall to his mother, in accordance with the formal juridical Indonesian Islamic law, Inpres, number 1 of 1991 on the Compilation of Islamic Law (IPR) article 105. Although here Mr. Angga thinks Madina's mother will not be able to provide welfare to her children because Madina's mother's work is only a sale of cakes, but also the, Pak Angga was well established and rich and Madinah's mother was very sure her children would prosper in her father's hands, but Madinah's mother was worried about the morals of children who would be formed from a father who likes to cheat and play women."

"Doubt, Your Majesty!" refute Deni while raising his hand.

"Defence denied! Prosecutor Reyna, continue your review!" said Mr. Judge.

I smiled cynically at Deni, always continuing to say, "Pak Angga is indeed rich, the company is everywhere, but my client is not sure he can educate his children properly and correctly. Because his daily time will only be spent with maladeni women and chatting in love. One more thing that his mother feared Medina, he did not want his children also beaten like he used to be. What would it be, a child who is a minor is in the care of a father who does not know the religion, does not practice his religion, and is rude. I love to play if I am under the influence of alcohol. Slowly I do not want his children will follow the habits of his father who everyday only fun and play women. Madinah's mother, my client, was only selling cakes that she marketed online, but she was sure she could properly educate her children. That is my presentation. I hope Mr. Judge can grant my client's request. Thank you." Thank you." I ended the defense to my client.

For a moment, the judge was seen whispering with the advisers. The mood became quiet.

"Okay, we've listened to the words from both sides. The trial will be adjourned for another two weeks with evidence and witnesses from both sides. The trial is closed" Mr. Judge again knocked on his hammer three times.

I smiled at Madinah's 35-year-old mother. He held my hand and unceasingly thanked me for the defense I had given him.

"Mother Madinah, take it easy. We can definitely win custody of this, let alone the evidence and witnesses are ready." I clasped his hand and strengthened the thin woman.

"Thank you, Reyna. You are very kind, may Allah repay your kindness." I nodded and put it in my heart.

The kid? When I remembered that word, I remembered the child I had brought into the world in the bathroom in a lifeless condition. The shadow of her pale face and the amount of blood in the bathroom made my head spin so I had to hold onto the wall to keep from falling.

"Reyna, what's wrong with you?" Someone's hand is holding my shoulder.

I raised my face and brushed off the owner of the hand whose voice was very familiar, then held the head that was still circling. With one hand, I pushed Deni's body that looked very close to me.

"Go you, I don't need your help!" I pushed him rough.

"Reyna, are you sick? Come on, I'll drive you home!" He even embraced my knowledge.

"Deni, don't touch me!" I said irritatedly as I brushed off his hand and hurriedly walked towards the seat that was near the parking lot.

I closed my eyes for a moment while controlling my feelings, why am I not feeling well? Did I get caught by that damned baby spirit? I exhaled in annoyance because my head still felt swirling.

"Reyna, have a drink!" Deni came again and sat down beside me with a bottle of mineral water.

I glanced at him irritatedly, but my throat felt dry as well.

"There's no dope in this water, right? Or maybe there's a sleeping pill, and when I pass out, you and your gang members will attack me in a bunch again!" koko's chatter with her head still hurting.

"Reyna, just look. This mineral water still has the seal! How could I possibly put in the dope? Drink, so that your headache can subside a little," said Deni.

I glanced and grabbed the bottle of mineral water, then opened the bottle cap and took a sip. My chest was relieved after drinking water, my head also started to feel light. I closed my eyes for a moment and managed to catch my breath, hoping that the pain in my head would subside.

After that, I opened my eyes and felt a little better. I better get out of here. The lingering around Deni made me want to beat him up, moreover he had already gotten a hard slap from me twice.

"Reyna, can I take you home?" Deni's chasing my steps. I paid no heed to his pretentious offer, and just waved at the taxi passing in front of me. Deni ran towards the taxi and opened the door for me. I looked at her even more irritatedly, and without saying thank you, I immediately entered and closed the door loudly.

The taxi was headed to my house, and I hated the pale-white-faced man even more. Don't know why? He always tried to act like an angel when in fact he was a friend of the demons, and surely he got the predicate of the demons from me. Hmh! I pressed the shoulder of his former touch with disgust.

Seriate.