Loving Women Depression

Loving Women Depression
You're Lebay


Mira's already hurting my heart, like we can't eat without her. I'll sell my entire family legacy for our capital if you don't want to work there. Stop communicating with Mira. Then, I will not ask for separation," threatened Arini again.


"You're lebay. Just because Mira said such words, you continue to be hurt. Very boyish, Arini. Let him speak whatever is important we come back to life as before. Calm, comfortable without any shortcomings, and does not ask for Grandpa's mercy. I received Satya. I accept we have no children, it's over. Enough's enough!"


"Let me live a life of deprivation, if Mas is still familiar to Mira. Divorce me! Maybe with Mira you can have the offspring you want, Mas."


"What's wrong with you, Arini? Divorce, are there no other words? Look at the mothers of twelve children whose husbands like to be drunk, they are patient, never even complain, let alone ask for a divorce."


"Have I been complaining all this time?" ask Arini to challenge. Ah, Ilham cursed his mispronounced mouth. Women are not compared. "That's not what I mean, Arini. Take a lesson from those whose lives are more miserable, they trust her husband. Sometimes I go home at night and sometimes I don't go home. Look at the artists, how much gossip was spread to tear down their homes, but, they brushed it off. Survive knowing it's all just gossip."


"My husband is not an artist and I am not a celebrity. So ... enough!" Arini's tears fell. It hurts so bad.


"Arini .. how many times do I have to explain to you, I'm not interested in Mira. Is our love journey from High School doubtful?"


"But, you just keep quiet when he talks about you so affectionately to me, Mas."


"What do I do, Arini?" Inspiration begins emotion.


"If he wants to do a job with you, in the office only, there is no need to get to this house. The smiles and laughter of you both cut my heart."


"Arini, you weren't this possessive, why is it changing now. What's wrong with you?"


"I didn't change, you changed. How many times have I told you not to work for that company. The family has many companies. Mama Meli also has many foundations."


"You know I don't fit in with them. You know them and mom like South and North? If working at the Mama Foundation obviously I'm not good at it, I don't have a background in education. Mama does business in the valley of education just like you do business in the world of screen printing and sewing, I can't."


"The blood is eternal, there must be a little love in their hearts. Rather than in that company, you'll keep meeting Mira."


"Mira again, Mira again, don't test my patience, Arini."


"What patience?"


"Seven years is not a time to wait for the baby, I am patient. Even I am willing for you to adopt Satya to make you happy. Then what else? What do you think I am? I want to have my own kids too!" shouts Ilham.


The silhouette seemed to fly touching Arini's chest. She rubbed right in her heart. Grumpily.


"So actually Mas really hates Satya in this house? So actually Mas objected because we had a child for a long time. God has not given that. Mas objection? Even Satya was the suggestion of mama."


"Whoever the man may desire his flesh and blood, not the flesh of another. Enough, it's Arini! Let's not talk about this anymore. I'm tired of fighting with you."


"No. If you don't want Satya. I'll take that innocent child with me. Maybe with Mira you can give God the command to create your flesh and blood."


Because the quarrel they discussed it has often happened. This time Ilham thought to make Arini just deterred.


"Enough!" yell Arini wrathfully. "Let me live with that proud Mira."


"alright. If that's what you want. I divorce you, I release you from today" he said defiantly. Inspiration thinks he intends by divorcing he can teach Arini a little snappy lesson.


Glerrr.


The inspiration that had an unstoppable emotional character, finally let go of the sentence. Talak has fallen. Inspiration intentions really want to make Arini understand, teach his wife a lesson, so as not to have a childish way of thinking. I like to be prejudiced and others.


Inspiration drop talaq. Unfortunately not so in Arini's mind. The psychologically driven woman is falling apart. Especially the sentence before the talaq falls because of the child.


Satya is considered the bearer of plague. Arini's heart ached like a wound that was given salt.


A three-year-old boy who doesn't understand anything is the target of adult error. Arini ran to the room.


Carrying the sleeping Satya. Crying as much.


"Honey, believe in Mother, son. Unda will take Satya with him wherever he goes. Even if no one is with us. Believe, Son. One day we will find people who love us without any burden, blood or not." Despite realizing that the boy did not understand, Arini still spoke like an adult. Satya. The cute boy who had just been good at slurred speech cupped Arini's cheeks that broke into tears.


"Jan nanis violet, atia edih, Nda. Atia dear Unda." The boy woke up hugging Arini as if he understood the sadness his foster mother had experienced.


"Dear one, Mother also loves Satya." Arini nodded. Clean up all the things, prepare to leave the house of Inspiration. Inspiration from a man who easily ignited emotions, but Arini knew, Inspiration loved him, until he survived to learn to dive into the world of Inspiration.


Unite differences in the household. Seven years they sow love. Cultivate with happiness.


But unfortunately ... all have already passed. Looking at Arini's departure. Ilham is sure Arini's purpose is the home of his parents, Meli-Mama Ilham is very fond of his daughter-in-law.


They must have gone there. Thought Ilham, not saying a word when the suitcase and Satya in a sling passed him at the door. Divorce is the thing God hates most.


Divorce is the bomb that rocked Arasy.


The word that Allah cursed the most is divorce. If there is another solution, why divorce? Emotions, satanic seduction, the hormone seduction of egoism have won against a little blob called the heart.


The first disaster in the Arini-Ilham household.


(So, there's a divorce. Should I cut the tumpeng?)


New status meets Mira homepage. Arini glared in disbelief. Not five minutes from her leaving the house, Mira already knows.