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May all readers be healthy and happy.

Warm regards, dear,

The author is always slow up hehe.

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I shed tears.

Papa's words this time made me very sad.

I'll be considered a stranger again.

But my son strengthened me. That now my heaven is with my husband. I'd rather stay with Yugo than papa.

"I'm sorry if my attitude and behavior bothers you, I say goodbye, Assalamualaikum" I finally replied.

Immediately I went up to my room and took my backpack and college files.

Papa left and didn't answer me at all.

My son took me out of the house, and he took me home to Yugo. It's like I haven't seen my husband in a long time.

I miss her so much.

I looked at the magnificent house I grew up in, I cried. The car and all the possessions you gave me I didn't bring any more, I stayed all in that house.

My heart aches like it's pierced.

I lost you Papa and all the memories in that house.

"Let's go in, don't be sad, maybe papa just for a moment just angry" exclaimed the son.

I nodded and got into the car that was opened with the same door as the son. My son let me in.

Then he sat down next to me with the car.

I wiped my tears with my hands.

"Patience well, you are a strong woman, I know that" said the son.

"Am I a bad boy?" ask my son.

Son shakes.

"No, you are also still politely and in good language rejecting your request. You are now the dependents of your husband, disobedient if you fight your husband, what else if he is not pleased with your behavior, your life will not be the blessings of the world and the hereafter" explained the son.

I'm nodding.

"I was wrong with her a lot, but she was patient with me" I replied.

Son smile.

"Yes, from this moment on so is the woman who submits to the husband, apologize if you are wrong with her, accompanied her difficult and happy, and sorry, may you two be together one day to the Jannah of Allah. Aamiin" said the son.

I smile.

"Aamiin" I replied briefly.

Along the way I kept asking the son.

"Do I not deserve to be happy?" ask me.

"Hust, can't say that. Everyone deserves to be happy, no matter what circumstances we are grateful for, the world is indeed a place to be tired. There will also be a break from all things in this world. When we are called by God to come home. Many are grateful and patient, Surely Allah is with the patient" explained the son.

I cried again, too many favors that God gave me, but I was not grateful and still complained. What kind of servant am I.

"Udah, don't be sad, God has everything. Ask God for peace of mind, happiness and all goodness, hopefully you can soon get pregnant again, Aamiin" said the son.

I also with the spirit of meng Aamiin speech from the son.

"Well that's dong, spirit" he exclaimed.

Not felt, we have reached the front of the house, but there is no yugo. The door was locked and I disappeared into the duplicate.

"Duh so how dong" I exclaimed.

"We walk around ajja yuk all nyari Yugo" invited the son.

I also meng it.

"Where are you going?" ask putra.

"Is it possible that yugo went home to my in-laws?" ask me.

"It could be" replied the son.

"Yes, we've been there ajja first, to my in-laws' house, dimas' house" I exclaimed.

"Oh yes yes, no" he replied.

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Once there is no sign of life. Silent. There are no cars in the house. In front of the fence written house on sale call 08xxxx

I stared in the doldrums.

"Where did they move?" exclaim me.

"Call Yugo where" replied the son.

"Well" I immediately took my phone and called Yugo but he changed the number as papa requested, he did not allow Yugo to meet and contact me.

"Why? not on the phone?" ask putra.

"His number is off, like his change of number" I replied listlessly.

Our journey began again. Where are you going to find Yugo?

We traveled around town down the street. We had lunch at the nearest restaurant.

I asked my son to buy something at the mall.

After what I need can. I glanced towards someone who was cleaning the mall floor.

"Yugo?!" my screeches.

Yugo glances but he covers his face with a hat. He was wearing a mask but I could recognize him.

He wears a cleaning service uniform at the mall like everyone else.

I wanted to hug her. Yugo just avoided me.

Am I wrong?

No. gabe.

My son is chasing me.

"Yugo, it's okay if you meet lidya, papa won't forbid you anymore" explained the son.

Yugo opens the mask.

I'm sad to see the current appearance of Yugo.

"I'm sorry, I can't be a good husband to you" he said.

I'm shaking.

"Son, you're the best husband for me, I'm back for you baby" I replied.

"You're not ashamed to have a poor husband, I have nothing now" replied Yugo.

"No, we can start all over again, I'll accompany you from 0 to success later, so where's the key to the house? my keys are gone so I can't get in" I asked.

Yugo looks at me sad.

"I'm sorry baby, that house I sold, now that I contract around this place of work, I can't take you with me, I know you're used to living a luxurious life, I know you're used to living a luxurious life, I'm afraid I can't make you happy so I'm according to all your papa's words" replied Yugo.

"What's? why is it sold? keep mamah papah and Dimas where too, I see his house is also sold" asked me again.

"I sold it to them, I couldn't bear to see them living in a cramped rented house, selling my house for two with them, the rest I shared for his tuition fee dimas" yugo.

I smile.

"No problem, I go wherever you are" I replied steadily.

"I'll be home from work soon, I'll show you where our rented house is, well, I have to continue working anyway, and be angry at the boss" yugo answered while looking around scared at the look of the supervisor was busy chatting.