Loving Women Depression
Jealous

Time to go to the afternoon. Arini returns home to that simple type of house. Diamonds guard Dena.

The handsome face of the beautiful first welcomed them, Arini and Burhan, on the doorstep, who else if not her ex-husband. Arini wants to open doors made from Jepara unique and classic.

Yes, Ilham renovated all the ornaments of a small house to be large and artistic. The man in front of them smiled outstretched his hands.

"How are you, dear Arini? Why is my wife getting prettier every day, I can't wait for us to get back together and sleep in bed."

Inspiration wrapped her hands around Arini's waist. To kiss the ex-wife's forehead.

But alas, the hand of the woman who was swallowing friday, brushed off the strong circle on her waist.

"We are not husband and wife, Ilham. You must remember, I am now Burhan's wife. And it hasn't touched a damn thing. Do not say you have converted, because in Islam it is not legal to marry if you intend to divorce. If Burhan had intended to divorce me from the beginning, the marriage would have been void."

Burhan just shut up. Of course, it was never in his heart to divorce Arini. But, he also does not know, where the estuary of their marriage will be.

The call of Mas who was so spoiled had disappeared from Arini's lips. Change me and you.

"Yes, I remember. But soon you will be my wife again. Burhan must have divorced you."

"If divorcing? if no? How many times do I have to explain, Burhan can't divorce me, before you tell your errand boy to fuck me."

"Hey, Burhan! didn't you hear? Why don't you act immediately." Burhan was silent, glancing slightly towards Arini.

"What does Father mean?" tanyanya pretended not to understand.

"You must be as soon as one room. I want to get married to the lover of my hereafter."

"No ambition is needed, Inspiration. There is still an iddah period if Burhan divorces me, and you have to wait for that time, usually I spend three holy times for three more months" Arini said glancing sharply at Burhan.

Burhan is walking behind Arini. Down deep, not wanting to get into trouble with the boss, despite the inspiration of his childhood friends since elementary school, who often provide services. Without Inspiration I don't know what Burhan would be. Good is expensive for her pay.

It is time for Inspiration to demand a reward. He must be a Muhallil.

"Darling, I missed having dinner with you by the beach. Do you mind if we both go?" Inspiration touched Arini's right cheek.

Burhan's feeling was uncomfortable, he clenched his hands, trying to withstand a surge of emotion not to punch the boss in the afternoon. His heart was really hot looking at the manner of Inspiration.

Repeatedly Istigfar, but failed, the focus of his eyes continued to scan Arini who was rejected Ilham, although evasive, Arini looks uncomfortable, Ilham still focused on pranking Arini with his naughty hands.

I'm who? dare to act anarchically to the boss. Burhan clenched tightly, his fingernails crouching, ringing.

For some reason, even though their marriage was on the basis of a covenant letter, only as a muhallil.

However, the kabul phrase from Burhan's lips is not kidding. Although Arini impressed jutek, judes and blak - blakan. He never wanted to play with the bond that God intended.

Burhan sincerely considers Arini his wife, although he knows, this sense should not dwell too deeply. The weak man was afraid of not being able to escape the charm of the boss' ex-wife.

Will Arini ever fall in love with her?

"You want me to come back to you, don't you?" tanya Arini sneered towards Ilham.

"Of course, honey. As soon as."

"Then follow the religious procedure. Today I am Burhanuddin's wife. Please respect my husband. Try pulling it on you. How would you feel if your wife was poked by another man" said Arini sarcas. The eyes of Inspiration glared inadmissibly.

"Hey, Burhan, did I forget you were here? If it wasn't for my wife's request. Where might I give a week off for you," said Ilham pulled the corner of his lips similarly mocking.

Burhan. Look seriously at Inspiration. Breathe as hard as he can. Fear of oxygen being lost from Earth.

"Wife? Look Ilham, I'm Burhan's wife right now, stop saying I'm your wife, do I have to explain by yelling in a toa. I'm not your wife, listen! I'm not your wife at this time. Burhan's more entitled to me."

"Yes, yeah. Sorry ... dear. Sorry I am yes. It's up to you, honey. What matters is that we will be back to what we were. "

Arini stepped in leaving the two men at the door.

Burhan's voice was clear.

"Sorry, Sir. I'm actually not comfortable living here. May I request a separate house from the Madam. Or the Madam could stay somewhere else."

Burhan actually called Ilham as Father. But, since childhood Ilham also did not like to play with Burhan. So, when they're both big. Burhan called him Father.

"Crazy for you, you want to stay apart from Arini?"

Burhan nods, telling of his mother's condition, and concerns over the younger siblings if they live apart.

The voice shook violently calling out sentence after sentence. Arini was shocked. Didn't expect Burhan to be so sure he wanted to separate from her.

"Hey Burhan, don't ge-er, you know I'm more uncomfortable living at home with you. Not because I defended your pride as a man in front of Inspiration, then, you're big-headed."

Arini's voice was no less loud. Jerking riled. He returned to the door when he reached the living room.

"Prophey baby, one second, yeah! Let me talk to Burhan."

Arini glared sharply. His self-worth felt crashing. However, Arini could not marry Ilham again, if Burhan had not touched her at all. Are they both stupid? his words in hearts.

Inspiration drew closer towards Burhan.

Marriage can be forbidden even a great sin. If from the beginning intend to get married because later will divorce. Remember that. Arini.

Muhallil-ya, Burhan is considered as Muhallil, a term for a person who marries a woman who has been in the top three by her previous husband with the intention not to build a household.

His only intention was to divorce the woman after he had hanged her so that the first husband could remarry her.

Burhan hasn't touched Arini yet. Especially sleeping together. Talk alone can be counted, if not Arini who started the communication. Burhan chose to be mute.

Narrated from Ibn Abbas, the Prophet was once asked about Muhallil. So he replied, “No, except marriage on the basis of liking, not marriage deception, and neither (marriage to) mocking the book of God, until he (the second husband) feels the pleasure of being in touch."

Messenger's Order. Marriage is a sacred thing not a game.

"Well, if you're not comfortable, I'll move Arini to your house. But, remember our agreement, Burhan. You have to divorce him" said Ilham firmly.

The emotion in Burhan's chest was almost out of control. His pride was trampled.

"No Inspiration, as long as he has not touched me, then the law is illegal we can refer to again. Sarat's the only thing, Burhan has to touch me before he says talak. You guys understand what I mean?

Then we can go back. You understand. Please Burhan say talak, but I can't go back to you" Arini said casually.

Arini meant to remind Ilham only. The arrogant man with the wealth legacy of freedom fell silent. Silence ambiguous.

"Did he not do anything to you to this day?" tanya Ilham. Her innermost little heart hates imagining Arini having to sleep with Burhan.

Even if it's only one night, it's actually not okay. Regret has made him confused. Almost night time misses Arini.

"You sent an impotent man to me, Ilham," said Arini, deliberately making a loud noise, scratching Burhan's self-esteem. Inspiration brings a smile.

The scratched man glanced at a glance. The glass shaded the fertilizer, all the restrained feeling for the sake of a weakly lying mother.

"Are you comfortable he's here."

"It's very convenient, when did he manage to touch me, and it's chanting right away, if we live apart."

Reasonable answer from Arini.

Inevitably Burhan must obey. Rather than dealing with his mother's treatment. He stepped inside the house no matter the two people in front of him.

"Yes, already. Honey ... later tonight we are present at Grandpa's show, yes. You're a beautiful dancer."

Arini.

Burhan went into the room. Closing the door, Arini clearly saw the change in that poor face.

The helpless man.

No more talking to two people outside. Inside the room, in front of a large glass attached to the wall of the room. Burhan cursed himself. Condemn helplessness.

Clenching hands unconsciously. Watering eyes. I don't know for whom?

Poor for Dena, the mother who can no longer do normal activities since the amputation operation. Iba on the fate of his brothers. Or he doesn't like the inspiration of coming for Arini.

I don't know.

Arini and Ilham are divorced, talak three are speechless. Very clear-they both come back no muhrim. Inspiration should understand that.

While Burhan, before he uttered the talaq to Arini, Burhan was the rightful husband religiously. Until anytime.

Astarghfirullah's.

"I'm a nobody, why should it be inflamed."

Burhan wiped away the remaining water in the corner of his eye. Regret stupidity. The deepest side of the heart named pain is not a bitch imagining Arini back in the arms of Inspiration.

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