FORCED CHEATING
269 #DEMANDING DIVORCE?

Day crept during the day, Via fell asleep next to baby Nala who was also sound from earlier. After two nights of keeping the baby in the hospital, of course Via felt tired and he missed the atmosphere of his own room. A cool gust of air entering through the wide-open room window adds to the comfort of his nap.

Miss Harni is busy in the kitchen with Tia, they are preparing lunch. While Ica fell asleep in front of the TV accompanied by her father, the boy had a slight lick because he had not been allowed to play with his cousin.

Ting tung

The bell of the front door sounded loud.

“Ica, there are guests. Open the door, son,” pinta Arya on Ica who still has a sour face.

“Dad, Ica's legs again pegel,” both eyes do not switch from the glass screen.

“Hem, dad's son still craving apparently yes?” chubby cheeks Ica.

His lips did not respond to his father.

Ting tung

The doorbell sounded again.

“Daddy, how come it's diem anyway? There are guests!” Tia appeared wiping her hands with the apron she was still wearing.

“Yes, this is also dad want to open Bun,” immediately step into the living room.

“Assalamualaikum,” greeting greetings immediately as soon as Arya opens the door.

“Wa aleikumsalam,” Arya rather surprise, “Dena, Om Jaka, Pak Haji?” he took his three guests in turns.

“Why are you, how shocked are you?” tegur Om Jaka's.

Wrong smile, “no, kind of surprise only Om.”

“Mas Arya, Via sama Nala has returned home from the hospital right?”

“Udah, really. They are in the dalem, let's go in everything,” let them enter and then go to the kitchen to tell who came.

“I'm coming into the kitchen, can I?” trailing Arya after greeting Ica in the living room.

“Dena? Oh Allah, why not nagabarin would come here?” welcome Tia, “Whose name? Amara where?”

“I stay at home Mbak, fear of fuss,” reply with cupika cupiki. “Mother how are you, healthy?” saluting Ms. Harni. “This is a little souvenir for Nala Sama Via,” handed me a parcel containing fruits, various cakes and gifts containing toys.

“Ya Pardon, why bother everything?” receiving with a big smile, “while yes, mom see Via in the room first, Arya please settle this yes,” leave the parcel to Arya.

“Open Yes Mom, let it be eaten together.”

“Iya may,” step towards room Via.

The door of the room opened slowly, visibly Via lying beside Nala. Some doubt that Miss Harni is approaching. “Vi –“ touched arm Via slowly.

Changing his sleeping position to his back to Bu Harni.

“Vi, outside there is the same Denaya Om Jaka and Pak Haji,” shrewd Bu Harni is afraid to harass Nala.

“Hem,” buzzing while opening his eyes, “Denaya?”

“Yes, he came to see Nala. Meet first there, not good if not found.”

Nodding, then rising slowly. After washing his face immediately came out following his mother.

“Vi, are you sleeping? ouch, sorry to disturb your rest,” welcome Denaya stretch her arms to hug Via tightly as if she had not met for years.

“No, I just fell asleep aja nemenin Nala.”

“Chat in front there, soon we will have lunch yes, already almost mateng nih.” Tia Say.

“We are in the middle room alone, in front of the fathers,” memgamit arm Via to sit on the sofa of the family room.

Seeing his aunt was having guests, Ica immediately took the initiative to enter the room to accompany her cousin's sister.

“Oya, where's Amara? How not to be invited?” just remembered the Amara he hadn't seen.

“I live in the same house Bi Siti, afraid of fuss, because she just healed him,”

“Amara also out of pain?” little surprised.

“Yes, it's just kids, that cold cough. So sorry change yes, I did not see Nala in the hospital, just stamped now.” Grabbing Via's hand apologizing, “Mas Jaka also just returned from out of town last night,”

“Yeah, no papa Dena. Lagian Nala is also healthy kok.”

“Well, here's the drink.” Miss Harni came to bring me some pandan cocoa syrup.

“Wah, why bother Mom? I will be able to take it myself if you want to drink,” Denaya smiled widely.

“Testu is king,” reply Bu Harni with a smile anyway. “Kuenya also eaten yes, very good you know this was mom already trial.” Putting down a plate of banana bollen studded with grated cheese is tempting.

“Mother make cake?” Via asked in wonder.

“Dena who brought. There is the same fruit gift for Nala also kok.” Immediately go to the living room.

Looking at Denaya, “thank you yes, so ngerepotin right?”

“Ngak ngerepotin really, just doang,”

“Hani! This is the cake pan we brought huh?” sounding Om Jaka somewhat shouted from the living room made Denaya immediately approach.

“Yes, why the hell, Beb?”

“Our time brought, we also eat? How the hell is it?” the Om Jaka Protest.

“No papa, there are still many behind.” Sahut Bu Harni's.

“Ya already if maksa, I cicipin ya Mbak Har, hehe ..” grinning the horse makes Denaya bobbing heads, then immediately back on Via.

“Hem, if there is good coffee while smoking. Arya, we're out yok.” taking his coffee mug. “Let your mother-in-law nemenin my father-in-law, both are old.” Ngeloyor cuek towards the front porch followed by Arya.

“Dik Jaka that yes, his behavior does not change from the first,” Said Bu Harni who was familiar with the behavior of Om Jaka.

“Yes that's how my daughter-in-law,” Pak Haji Barkah smiled.

“Please Mr. Haji, the tea is drunk still anget,” Bu Harni welcome.

Grabbing the cup in front of him. While Pak Haji was enjoying his tea, Bu Harni thought about finding what kind of chat topics were roughly appropriate to discuss.

“Oya Pak Haji, I want something, can I?” instantly get a brilliant idea as chat material.

Nodding, “wasanya about what, Miss Harni?” put back the cup after sipping the contents that are still warm.

Looking back for a while as if making sure no one would listen to the conversation.

“What conditions can a wife file for divorce with her husband?” ask carefully with a soft voice.

Forehead Pak Haji immediately wrinkled in wonder, “means Bu Harni?”

Shifting his sitting position closer, “ini about Via and Mirza,” once again looks towards the back ensuring the situation is safe. “Pak Haji must have known the condition of the household Via and Mirza?”

Sighing for a moment, most do not like to interfere in the affairs of others. “Ya, I'm sorry.”

“I want to ask how is the law in Islam if a wife sues her husband for divorce? And in terms of how the divorce can be filed?”

“Bu Harni want a long explanation or a short one?” asking because there is no reason to avoid the point of question Bu Harni.

“Which is clear and clear, Mr. Haji.”

“Alright,” again sighed for a moment because he knew where the direction of the conversation Bu Harni. “Holest law.”

“Haram?” stuck, but immediately covered his mouth with his own palm.

“Ya, if there is no reason syar’i underlying.”

Miss Harni was silent for a moment like thinking hard.

“As the word of the Prophet SAW in a hadith, any woman who asks for divorce to her husband without a justified reason is forbidden the smell of heaven on the woman.”

“But if the reason is clearly allowed right, Mr Haji?” chase Miss Harni.

Nodding, “indeed basically allowed, Mom. It's just –“

“Then under what conditions is the lawsuit allowed?” cut off Bu Harni impatiently.

“Ekhem,” relaxes his sitting position, “first, if the husband is unable to fulfill the rights of the wife. It has to do with the birth and inner living. Second, the husband degrades the wife. For example, the KDRT. Third, wicked husband. As he committed great sins, the fourth, the husband left in a long period of time –“

“Nah, Mirza is included in the number four,” jumped happy as if he had just successfully completed a puzzle.

“There is still number five Bu Harni, which is if the husband suffers from a dangerous disease and can be contagious,” added Pak Haji.

“No, Mirza is not sick. He's healthy walafiat, fresh fit. Number four was suitable, it can be used as an excuse for Via to sue Mirza divorce. because Mirza has been gone for approximately three months,” said Bu Harni is very confident.

“Why should I divorce? If Via is still given a living and he is pleased with Mirza's departure, it doesn't have to be divorced right? Mirza isn't going to be gone for a long time anyway, Mom? He used to go up to six months when sailing.”

“But this time Mirza left without saying goodbye, no one knows where she went,” assured Pak Haji. “Again I believe Via has not been given a living, he even had to sell vegetables from his garden to connect life,” added Bu Harni rather dramatized.

“I can't keep quiet, Mr. Haji. Via must immediately take a step for the sake of his own future as well as Nala. Mirza was abandoning his son and wife because they did not fulfill the rights of Via as a wife, this entered the number one point earlier,” Bu Harni excited to forget the volume of his voice. “She has also demeaned Via as a wife. This is point number two. He could be charged with gugagat in layers. He defends his mother more, he is not assertive as the head of the family, and worse he ever had an affair.”

“Who cheated, Mom?” tau-tau Via appeared from behind making Bu Harni choked. “Same mother Pak Haji again who is talking?” asked flatly but the look in his eyes was aiming suspiciously at the mother.

Try to calm down even though his heart is overwhelmed with anxiety. “Sit here first, Vi,” invite Bu Harni who has no other choice, Denaya follow and sit next to Via. “The mother asked Mr. Haji about how if a wife sued her husband's divorce.”

The deg!

“Mommy wants me to file for divorce for Mas Mirza?” staring in disbelief.

“Listen to mom first, Vi –“

“How many times have I said, Mom, don't ever talk again about my household situation with Mas Mirza,” press Via with a face that starts to blush, Denaya immediately embraces Via's shoulder to calm him down.

“But I want to see you happy Vi, not like this, without clarity, kasian Nala.”

“What kind of happiness do you mean?” the two neutrals began to condense. “Mother wants me to obey mom's desire to divorce and remarry another man so that Nala and I are happy, is that it?” clear water dripped on both of his cheeks. “That's mom's happiness, not mine and Nala's. I just follow my ambition, I don't care about my feelings at all!” sobbing was no longer able to withstand the heavy hit in his chest.

“What's the matter of noisiness?” Om Jaka appears on the doorstep of the living room with Arya. “Vi, you cry? Why?” looking at Via's wet face.

Denaya closed her eyes to her husband as a gesture to not ask much and then grabbed Via in his arms, whispering words to be patient.

Silent for a moment, the living room felt mute, each loyal to his place no one dared to shuffle things.

“Mom's sorry if it's too much for you,” says Bu Harni at last. “But Mirza has abandoned you and Nala for three months, she no longer supports you. What else do you expect from him?”

Moving slowly from Denaya's embrace, wiping the two neutrals that were still wet. “Mom should know, every month I still receive transfer money. I don't know who that is from, but I'm sure it's from Mas Mirza.”

“How much is it?” surprised by the Via. “What is 10 million according to the terms that I submitted?”

Both netra Via widened even more in disbelief, “Mother apply what conditions are the same Mas Mirza?”

Ms. Harni immediately regretted her words, but it was definitely impossible to pull them back. In his heart he cursed the self that could not keep his own mouth. This is what Riri once feared, Via would be angry if he found out about the affidavit that Bu Harni had made for Mirza a few months ago.

“My answer, Mom. You apply for the same terms Mas Mirza?” demanding answers full of curiosity.

Swaying, weighing between having to say the truth or not.

“Why is it, Mom?” via's voice trembled, he knew his mother was trying to hide something from him.

“Vi, I'm sorry –“ highlighted Via full request, then flowed the story of the incident on baby Nala aqiqah day a few months ago.

Disappointed that felt Via is certain, why Miss Harni could force Mirza to agree to all that. Via could not justify the attitude of the mother even though it was all for the good of her and Nala. Even though the affidavit was never signed by Mirza, her mother was already very burdensome to her husband.

“The letter of the agreement has the mother torn and the mother burned in the trash can, again the mother apologized Vi,” Irene full of regrets, she knew her son's heart was very hurt.

Everyone was silent to give time to both .

“Dena, Om Jaka and Pak Haji, sorry I entered first,” said Via later. “I want to go to the room, my head is dizzy,” rise slowly.

“I inter, Vi,”

“I can myself, Dena,” try to review smile.

Via stepped back to his room, Tia who had been listening from behind the living room looked at the sister with concern, she wanted to comfort Via but this was not the right time. Maybe I need some time to myself.

Not how long Denaya was saying goodbye. The plan for lunch together finally failed because the situation felt less comfortable. On the way home, Pak Haji recounted his chat with Bu Hani.

“I think Ms. Harni is too involved in household affairs Via,” Denaya said.

“Yang name mother would want the best for her son,” timpal Om Jaka with eyes fixed focus on the streets.

“But kasian Via, he's depressed.” Implying concern, then look back to ask the father who sits in the middle seat, “emang time three buan was already able for a wife to sue for divorce yes, Yah?”

“We can see on the talak taklik of the husband,” justifies his slightly sagging sitting position, “after the marriage contract is usually a husband read and sign the talak. there are points that a husband must obey. Jaka, you still remember the contents of the talaq taklik?”

“Lho, how am I the one being asked?” Om Jaka was a bit of a surprise, “who wants a divorce right Mirza, why am I being asked?” his protest.

“You have been married twice, remember what it is?”

“Hemm,” knocks his finger on the steering wheel trying to remember, “Leave the wife 2 years in a row, do not give mandatory living to her 3 months, hurting the body or body of the wife, Leave the wife 2 years in a row, I have not cared for my wife for 6 months or more, and because of this act my wife is not free and filed a lawsuit with the Religious Court, then if the lawsuit is accepted by the Court, then if the lawsuit is accepted by the Court, then my wife paid Rp.10,000, - as an iwadh or a substitute for me, my talaq fell to her. To the Court I authorize to receive the iwadh money and hand it over to the local National Amil Zakat Agency for social worship purposes, period!” wiping his forehead a little dewy, quite ngosan feel like a son of Kindergarten was told to go forward as his teacher to memorize Pancasila.

“Currently, Beb?” she looked at her husband between amazement and disbelief.

“He em, was married twice, hehe ..” grin wide makes Denaya want to shake his head.

“For Mirza, she has been gone for a few months, but if she still gives a living and Via Ridho with all that, yes no problem. Although the inner living may not be given, but again the important point is the pleasure of a wife,” Papar Pak Haji.

“The wife is ridho, wong is still in love. Who is not ridho precisely his mother-in-law,” welcome Om Jaka like mengedumel.

Unconsciously Denaya and Pak Haji mangosteen agreed with Om Jaka's speech just now.

“Beb, if you think about it I think Bu Harni is the same as Bu Een, yes? Equally ambitious pingin misahin Via sama Mirza,” denaya chirped later.

“Iya anyway, but Bu Harni play more smooth not like Bu Een Endang Bambang Gulindang, grusah grusuh gedabag gedebug, kick there elbow here.”

“Bu Een Endang Bambang Gulindang is ready for you yes, Beb?” glancing at the husband.

Spontaneously turned, “neighbors!” om Jaka's annoyance made Denaya laugh.

Om Jaka's car did not feel that it had entered the courtyard of Pak Haji's spacious house, they arrived at the house almost 1 pm. Haji went down first.

“Eh Beb, earlier Via said that he still received transfer money right?” remembering the words of Via.

“Yes, why the hell? Good right, meaning Mirza emang still cares about his son and wife,” take off his seatbelt.

“Kalo we check to the bank, can be traced right from where the money was transferred?”

“Means?”

“We can tell from which account the money was sent. For example from a bank in which area, well that way we can know the position of Mirza now again where. Aye right?”

Quiet without a word, think hard what to say.

“Yes right, Beb?” she shook her husband's arm.

“Emh, yes –not necessarily Mirza transfernya from the bank, it could be through mobile banking. If he is again in the middle of the ocean, is it impossible for him to come to the bank?”

Staring straight at the husband, “so Mirza is sailing again? You know something about him, Beb?” the highlight gets sharper.

“Eh, ng –no, I mean –“ stuttered confusion.

“Petan says where is Mirza?” leaning her body towards the husband, “kamu really do not mind Via lost track of Mirza? no matter if his son he is sick again, tell Mirza Cepetan to call Via now!” yelling right in front of Om Jaka's face.

“Hani, what the hell are you?” trying to calm the wife. “I don't know where Mirza is, really!” lifting his two index fingers into the air as a convincing oath.

“You lied!” making Om Jaka's position cornered, his head had reached a helpless window. “Review yes, if until I know you lied Beb, don't expect me sorry you!” Denaya then immediately came out slamming the car door hard.

BLAM!

“Astaghfirullah!” Om Jaka stroked his chest, his face was overwhelmed with worry, jiper was also him with the threat of Denaya. Can be critical if Denaya to the real snack, then quickly-cepa he followed the steps of the wife who had reached inside.

“Hani, wait, grab Denaya's wrist. “I didn't lie, I swear, suer, really suck!” put a face between melas and fear.

Nah!

Denaya stopped her steps.

“I don't know where Mirza is, really! I'm not lying!”

“You didn't lie, why did you come so far? Are you afraid of being caught?” staring cynically. “Maybe you don't know where Mirza is, but surely you're still in touch with her right?”

“Ng –gak, no Haniku,”

quick shaking.

“Okay, I believe. But tonight and forever you sleep outside, until Mirza meets!” stomping feet towards the room.

“Hani, wait!” back reprimanding. “Ngak can do it dong. If Mirza doesn't go back and forth, what about dong? As for the fate of the otong, the time must be idle?” looking sad at the anus.

“Kalo so tell Mirza to go home now!” spring entered the room and locked it from the inside leaving Om Jaka wailing miserably.

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Hi, dear.....

sorry just got up. 🙏🙏

maybe not routine every day kayak first, but strive up until the end of 😊

Sorry also if there is a mistake, discuss talaq and divorce sensitive pepper 🤭 and othor science knowledge is still limited. 🙏🙏

note; the above Hadith quotation is narrated from Abu Dawud, Al-Tirmidhi, and Ibn Majah.

other sources from google.

Thank you for always being there,

I love you all 🤗🤗🤗😘😘😘