Don't Blame Me for Taking Your Wife
chapter 53

In front of the house that has been almost five years since Ayla married Alfa. The beautiful widow knocked on the tightly shut door.

Tok tok tok tok

There was a voice from inside shortly, and the door was opened. The wrinkled and old face of the wide-veiled woman looked surprised. Then the fibers of a happy face are engraved with a smile.

"Aylla. Thank God, why don't you go get your mom, son?" Ms. Rahman hugged the child she missed so much.

"Sorry Mom, just get to go home now, Ayla don't tell me to be a surprise." Ayla grin. In the day the two women of different generations embrace each other.

"It's Uwais, mak." Ayla's voice that had been crying that day, brought Uwais in front of her body. Bu Rahman looked very happy, then hugged Uwais full of haru and dear.

"It's grandma, son."

"Sir! The father! Your son's coming home sir!" Ms. Rahman called out to the house.

"Let's go in, son." Take Ms. Rahman.

" It's this big Grandma's granddaughter." Said Bu Rahman Semabri holding Uwais and then showering him with a smile.

"Where's your husband, ay?" Ask Bu Rahman because he did not see Alfa with them, had not been answered, Bu Rahman had spoken a little loudly again calling her husband."pak! Your son's home!"

"Yes, it's mak e." Rahman from inside.

"Mr!" Ayla rushed to kiss her father's hand. And hugged my father.

"My girl. Are you healthy, son?" Ask me to be late in the day.

Ayla nodded with eyes that started to glaze over again.

"Where's your husband? Where's Alfa? Not coming?"

Ayla smiled bitterly, her parents did not know about her divorce. Ayla deliberately did not tell because she did not want them to think.

"No sir. Maafin Ayla, Ayla's story will be."

Mom and dad throw each other a glance.

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In a very quiet living room. My mom and dad were both sad and disappointed. Sad because the ark of the household his son had to ship just like that. And disappointed because Ayla just gave it to them now.

"I'm sorry Ayla, Mom, sir. Ayla can't share a husband. Ayla can still survive in the most difficult economic conditions. But, to share the bed with another woman. Ayla is not able to. Forgive your weak son, sir, Mak." Ayla's cry broke under the feet of Rahman's father and mother.

Ayla hugged her mother, while Uwais sat on her grandfather's lap. The innocent boy did not understand the situation at all. He was silent with the toy in his hand.

"Ayla can stay here, ma'am."

Ms. Rahman chuckled a little, hitting her daughter's arm. For her, Ayla is still a girl despite being a widow.

"This is your house, son, why can't you."

Ayla laughed in her day. Feeling grateful her parents were able to accept her decision and divorce well.

While in her hometown, Ayla decided to open a small food stall in the suburbs. Not too far from his house. With capital from a salary for almost five months working at the Roxy residence he kept.

During her stay there, Ayla did not even spend a penny. Because everything is provided, starting from eating, toiletries and others. Until his salary is neatly stored in his personal account.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the earth.

Roxy was busy by her work, momentarily forgetting about Ayla. Yes, just for a moment, because when he fell asleep just a little, his memory will return to the woman who owns the sweet smile.

For several months in his own country. Roxy meets with her old friends, with family, and also relatives. Spending time with the crowd, but Roxy felt lonely.

His heart and soul were empty.

Roxy enters a chapel not far from where she stopped. The handsome man stared at the simple building with all his agility.

Roxy gamang, his whole life never once he felt this balanced. On one side, he is faced with his love for Ayla. And on the other hand, she risked love for her God.

Roxy stepped closer and sat on the second row seat from the front. The bule man circulated the gaze at every corner of the chapel. Roxy's hand touched the end of the bench backrest, smiling wryly.

There was sadness and unwillingness in his heart. It has been so far fought for the woman who continues to tease him, who accompanies him day and night. Who dyed each day with love. Should it just end?

A beautiful veiled woman who is always firm on her stance. That makes Roxy crazy and stupid. But it was the woman who kept him open, making the cold man warm. The man who was hard became soft.

Roxy looked straight ahead. His eyes were glaring, his heart was in a dilemma. He stacks both arms on the back of the bench in front of him with a slight bend.

"Lord, I am not a religious person, nor am I a devout one to you, but ... To release.... I'm..." Lirih Roxy looked ahead. Her throat was sore from being choked by the stifling thrust from her chest.

Roxy is on the verge of a shock. It was the greatest test of his life. If Grandpa Yaris is not in trouble and open. Even freely give the decision to Roxy. However, it is different from Roxy himself. There was a heavy weight holding her feet stepping into Ayla's world.

Roxy rubbed her face rough. And hid his handsome face between those two resting arms. His shoulders shook slowly.

"I'm sorry, God. Forgive my weak heart..."