
"Mas, please don't separate me from my son, please" Intan shed tears and tried to reach for his son who is currently in Reno's arms.
"Of course, accept your fate. After all, you can remarry another man. Let this kid we take care of him." Saras smirked in satisfaction mocking Intan's fate.
"No, let me live with my son! Please have my husband, but don't separate me from my son!" Intan glared at Saras
"Shut up! this moment and this second as well, I'm chopping you up! we are no longer husband and wife!" Reno looks at Intan on the day that Intan gave birth to her child.
After saying talaq to Intan Reno stepped away with Saras by bringing along a new baby born by Intan.
Intan's heart was broken to pieces, because he had to feel a lot of pain. It was like falling down a ladder. Her husband cheated on her and she also had to part with the new child she gave birth to.
"O Allah, why should I experience this bitterness? I'm sincerely separated from my husband, but am I willing to part with the child I've been waiting for his birth for?" Intan cried bitterly alone.
"Son, why are you crying? where's your son, you want to carry him?" Mother Mita looking for a new baby born by Intan.
Intan is like a statue, only a thousand languages are silent. His gaze was blank, only tears kept flowing down his cheeks. Intan's attitude makes her mother more curious and wants to know what really has happened to Intan.
"Son, tell mom. Don't mind your problems you're self-serving." Mita's mother rubbed her son's black mane and occasionally wiped away Intan's tears that did not subside.
After a moment of silence and lament fate, now he only realized if there is a mother beside him.
"Mom, it seems like Intan is no longer able to live this life," Intan hit himself in the head.
"Son, istighfar. Don't be like this, all problems have a way out." Mita's mother held Intan's hand so as not to beat her head continuously and immediately grabbed her in Mother Mita's arms.
"Mom, I just got chipped up by Mas Reno. Not only that, the new child I was born with was also brought. He came here with his wife Siri Saras," Intan buried his face in his mother's arms deepened.
"Astaghfirulloh al adzim, you're patient son. I'm sure you can get through all this. You're a mother's most powerful son and don't despair easily." Mita's mother rubbed her son's black mane.
Intan continued to cry and cry, making Mita more panicked and confused.
While now Reno and Saras have arrived at the residence of Saras is very magnificent and luxurious like the palace of the king's daughter.
Saras was a wealthy widow who had no children. Reno was once a private driver from Saras. They love each other for a long time, and Reno is willing to marry Siri to Saras.
"Mas, I hope after this you are quick to take care of your divorce papers. So that we can get married officially. Because I don't want to be the wife of the series forever," Saras was spoiled in Reno's hands.
"All right, sweetheart. Whatever you want I'll do, it's all proof of my love for you." Reno kissed Saras' lips gently.
"All right, sweetheart. I hold all your words. And we're gonna take care of this kid together. Remember my message one thing, until ever do not tell this child that I am not his biological mother. I'll give you his name Larasati," Saras kissed the baby in Reno's arms.
"Ready, baby. Forever this child will be both of us." Reno rubbed Saras' black mane.
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So soon time passed, now Intan and Reno have officially held the status of widower and widow.
Three months later, Reno is officially married to Saras. Intan, who heard the news, came without being invited to their wedding, with the intention of asking for her baby.
In the midst of the rise of invited guests, Intan ventured to approach a pair of brides who were no stranger to him.
"Mas, did you invite Intan to our wedding?" intan whispered to Reno as he saw Intan stepping closer to him.
"No, baby. Let it be, maybe he wants to congratulate us." Reno replied to Saras' whisper.
"Welcome to a new life, may you always be happy" Intan extended his hand to the couple, but neither Reno nor Saras cared about Intan wanting to shake their hand.
"Go home, we don't need your congratulations, because we're going to live happily ever after." Saras glanced cynically at Intan.
"I'm just here to ask you to give me back my baby, however child I gave birth to, I have the right to take care of him. What's more he's a baby, still needs ASI," Intan stared softly at the faces of Reno and Saras.
Suddenly Saras forcibly pulled out Intan's hand and took her away from the crowd.
"Look good, I won't give up your son! after all, the boy would be happier if he lived with me."
"Look at you, who have nothing. Surely your son will be miserable if he lives with you, but it's different if your son is in my care."
"So go, don't make my party fall apart because of your arrival that we didn't invite!"
Such are the harsh words spoken by Saras on Intan. After that Saras returned to his security.
Intan just left with her mother. But again Intan shed tears when he came out of the wedding of Reno and Saras.
"Mom, I didn't take my son back." Intan walked away limp as if he did not want to live.
"Already, son. The important thing is that we have tried, sure that someday you can be together again with your child," Mother Mita embraced Intan while continuing to strengthen her with words.
Intan and her mother live in a very ugly old house. Intan and her mother dropped her ass on the chair.
"It was my poverty that kept me from being driven away by my husband. And I also had to be separated from the baby I gave birth to," Intan's mind as his tears were shed again.
Intan is determined to change her very poor life. He will work even harder, so that he can take his son back if he has been successful.
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After the wedding, Saras invites Reno to move out of town.
"Mas, we're moving out today as well. I'm asking you to change your phone number too. Anyway I don't want us to meet Intan back. I don't want one day, he's taking Laras from me. Because I have truly loved Larasi like my own son" Saras said
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