Grasping
The Part 53

*My presence cannot bring me happiness, even though I have fought all over me. I have already given my heart to be pierced mercilessly, to expose the pain that never subsided.

The tears were reddened, but still in vain.

I'm weak. I can't scream at those who vilely hurt. These lips choose to clench tightly, while inwardly scolding themselves, condemning this inhuman helplessness.

Can't I dream, can't I be happy even if I just taste it? Which I think the pain is getting whackier, to myself swallowing the wound. Matter is matchless, the more heart decays the more formless. Hopefully at the end of there I can find it happy so that peace can I guess*.

•

Niar was pensive in the car, the view was always blurred filled with puddles of tears. Repeatedly wetting the cheeks despite having been wiped.

From the rear seat of the steering wheel Kelvin's eye tip, several times glanced at the passenger seat. I felt sorry to see Niar speechless with a blank look.

"Miss, it's almost dark, are you going straight back to the village?" ask Kelvin.

Niar leaves a beautiful view of the city lights that glow like an orange sky. The woman looked. "Yes, Secretary Kelvin. I'm going straight away from Mr. Yusha's house."

"Peace Mr. Dedi just returned home must return to the village," muttered Kelvin who can still be heard Niar.

"I can go home by train. Before that, may I trouble you? Please take me to Jaya Abadi Station."

Kelvin's forehead shriveling. Wouldn't it be easier to get on the bus? Why did she choose to take the train?

"Why not take the bus?"

"No, I want to enjoy the train ride."

"Eum, okay."

The silver metallic car had arrived in front of Yusha's house.

Niar felt a little different as he entered the magnificent mansion that had been occupied these few months. He complains about every corner of the room that is passed, storing into memory so that when he misses there is still a picture of the atmosphere here.

The foot stepped into the room. As he headed to the bed, his heart beat again rattled loudly. He wanted to hold back the sobs that were about to break. However, getting detained is like storing a time bomb that still explodes violently.

Nanar looked at the side of the bed, where the man often lay and gave a warm hug. Everything will go down today. There will be no more togetherness, no more laughter throwing jokes at each other. All will end with the passing of dusk, the emptiness that struck.

He closed his eyes for a moment. At that time the fear was getting closer, said Istigfar slowly, and then remembered to do the three rakaat prayers so that the heart quickly reconciled.

•

Niar had finished climbing his belongings into a small bag. Yusha's gift was left in the closet without a single one being carried.

Hand knocked on the door, but it was not opened.

"Miss ...," he called.

"What the hell, just interrupt!" The jolt coincided with the opening of the door. Sheli's eyes looked at the bag Niar was holding. "You want to go?"

Niar nodded. "Tadi ... Mr. Yusha has dropped talaq. So, I'm ready to get out of this house."

"Good, don't think you've been stabbed this fast. I'm not tired of whining with Yusha."

Such was Sheli, in front of Niar he did not cover his dagger.

"I'd like to say goodbye, Miss."

"Alah .. pamit-pamit all, do not want to say what not. I'm glad you dropped out of here."

Niar exhaled. Choose to reduce frustration. "I respect you as the owner of this house. It would be rude to just leave. And I still remember, when I left this house there were no items given by Mr. Yusha that I could bring. Now please search this bag for Miss to believe." Niar carries a tote bag in front of Sheli. The woman seemed to think that she would take or let Niar go.

The clothes that have been neatly arranged must fall apart again the brutal hand of Sheli to tear apart the bag. "Nuh ... Sono dah's gone!" banish him.

"Thank you for your kindness and Mr. Yusha. Sorry if I was wrong. May your marriage last and be happy ...," Niar's unfinished speech has been dragged by Sheli.

"Okay .. don't be so good. Denger ya .. My marriage with Yusha will last until anytime. Without your prayers our marriage is always happy. So, don't pretend to be good! Huh .. tired of seeing it. I have pity on you, whether there are still people who want to be not the same kind of woman you are."

"Assalamu'alaikum." After greeting, Niar turned around and went down the stairs.

When the foot stepped out, it was greeted with an orange light bias that began to fade. Some of the sky almost darkened. Like the picture of his heart that will be pitch black for the future.

"You done, Miss?" Kelvin welcomes Niar. Ask for the bag the woman brought to carry. But Niar refused, he wanted to bring it himself.

Back the car breezed on the highway to Jaya Abadi Station.

"Until here only Secretary Kelvin, I can pesen own ticket," prevented Niar when Kelvin wanted to accompany him to buy tickets.

"Mr Yusha asked me to wait for you to get inside the carriage."

"I won't do anything, you just go home. I'll be tired waiting for me."

Kelvin did not budge, the man continued to accompany Niar.

'She is a good woman, but unfortunately her fate is not good. Actually, Mr. Yusha is lucky if he maintains his marriage with Niar rather than with Sheli, the Demon Woman. Lately Mr. Yusha's attitude has changed more cheerful and happy. Not as straight as with Sheli, the selfish Career Woman. Unfortunately, they had to separate so soon. Hopefully Mr. Yusha does not regret throwing away the female sholehah in order to defend the female demon.' Inner Kelvin raged over Niar who was busy booking tickets. Not that he did not want to help, but Niar persistently refused and kept telling him to go home. So he chose to sit and watch.