Grasping
Part 52 (Detach)

"You don't want to know, end it all before the public sniffs out your scandal with your cheap lady!" mr Mahendra.

"Ma ...." Yusha wanted to refute, but his words evaporated in the air.

"No objection!" Mr. Mahendra's index finger was pointing right in front of Yusha's face.

"How did Sheli not complain of such a big problem. He must be depressed and eating heart because of your lust with that woman! Brash kid. You forgot how you fought to get Sheli? Now you hurt him just like that." sizzled Mr. Mahendra again.

'If Papa knew, this was all a plan that Sheli had devised. He told me to marry Niar himself.' Yusha wants to tell the truth but the man considers the circumstances, it could be complicated when the lies in his household are exposed. This is not the right time. Moreover, Vivian's condition is still not stable, he can not take a big risk.

"Please him and tell him to leave! Give him whatever money he asks, as long as your relationship ends right now!" Mr. Mahendra looked at Yusha, a second later turning to look at Niar. "Don't disturb my son's household anymore!"

"Your deeds are not as innocent as your face! You cannot judge people only from the outside. Muslims are not necessarily well-behaved. The closed ones can be cheap!" the middle-aged man's great-grandson lowered Niar's appearance.

Deg ...

Perih, pain, no sketch that can describe the pain felt. Declining self-esteem is untenable. 'Cheap lady. Your actions are not as innocent as your face. In fact, those who disguise Muslims are not necessarily well behaved.' the sentence rotates and continues to ring in the ear.

It was as if it was no longer a melt of tears coming out of the corner of his eye. The invisible bloodstains had smeared the full face of the lara.

Niar lowered his head, unable to raise his face to pay attention to either Mr. Mahendra or Yusha. The woman wanted to leave, ran away until she was out of sight. If you need to leave this world. The mortal world is full of hypocrisy. The mortal world was full of cruelty, oppressing the weak to contempt. To glorify the dignified without glorifying the ungodly.

Is it fair when someone is brutally accusing without wanting to dive into the real events.

What sounds can he make? All swallowed in pain. Only able to swallow bitterness without being able to defend. The one who has money is the one who has power.

Both hands squeeze each other tightly to injure the surface of the skin. The blisters on the skin are not comparable to the blisters on the heart, feel sharpened all over the body. He was convinced that the world was very cruel to him. Born a weak hearted woman, unable to resist the cruelty of those who hurt her.

Taking a breath and exhaling it slowly, as hard as she could harden the heart that had been broken. "Master Yusha," he called out almost inaudibly. Mr. Mahendra's attention with Yusha immediately turned to him.

"Please divorce me right now. Sorry I can't continue with everything. For a hundred and twenty-five million as the redeemer of my family's debt, I still consider it a debt. Although not sure when I have money, but soon will pay off the debt. And, I'm not asking for your money even after the word talaq is spoken. As soon as I'm going to leave and won't bother your family anymore."

Yusha stood stiffly staring at Niar with a hard to interpret look. Half-heartedly did not have to let the woman go. The togetherness that passes feels comfortable and beautiful, the days change color since the proximity is intertwined. How should he let go of that?

The helpless man condemned the unfriendly circumstances. Why is it all revealed so soon, forcing it to end.

"Pa, please give us some time to talk about this matter." Yusha begged his papa. Hope there is another way for the divorce not to be spoken.

"Yushaka! No time strain! Say it right now!"

'My tongue feels funny. My brain is slumped to string the word talaq. What should I do to get out of this situation? Time passes too short. What is this the destiny of our journey. You just stopped by for a while, then just left? Or does God want to answer my doubts about the true destiny of a soul mate? To make Sheli my source of happiness? Not you?'

"Niar," called Yusha in a heavy voice. "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing wrong and there's nothing to forgive."

"I can't keep my promise to take care of you and make you a strong woman." Highlight their eyes meet, clashing in sorrow.

In the anguish and disappointment felt, the woman did not forget to show the round arches of the sickle in her lips. Although the tears glistened incessantly, able to compensate with a smile. Niar nodded. "It's okay, Sir. Thank you for the effort you have made. God willing, I can be stronger."

It was not a sedative word, it even made Yusha even more crushed with guilt. When the pain and insults were flung out, the woman always covered with cliche words 'I am fine. I'm doing fine.' Wasn't the woman great, able to cover the pain with a sentence and a smile.

"Shouldn't say thank you, just say a curse to me that has brought you in this state."

"Don't forget our situation to help each other. Regardless, you once helped my family, and my thanks for that." The woman looks repressive even though inside it is fragile.

"Hopefully after this you can find your way."

"Aamiin's."

Yusha was silent for a moment, lowered his head and set his breath to calm down. Slowly he began to speak.

"Niara Livia Princess, right now, this second I forbid you over my body. From this moment on, our relationship ends. In a sense, you are no longer my wife. I'm chipping talaq for you."

Deg ... Deg ...

The heart beats faster, hurting the chest cavity. Breathing is thick, feels tight. The woman has raised her heart. But, when the word talak sounds fragile hearts are getting crushed with nothing left. It felt rained thousands of needles until his heart was formless. The blood is not dry, the more swift like a river flow, flooding the floor to reach the feet. If they knew, unfortunately, everything is invisible.

Niar's body was limp as if it were boneless. From now on she is not the second wife of a man named Yushaka Demitri Mahendra. From this moment on they are both strangers. He must be ready to make lonely friends, return to life alone without having a shoulder to share. 'Cruel, fate is cruel. Lord, strengthen my heart to be friends again with my arms.'