Mr. HansH (Ishq Mein Marjawan)
Fooled....

The gentle pat on my shoulder that seemed to be going to stop at nothing, roused me from the happiest sleep I had after almost a year of enduring the agonizing agony of love. Awkwardly, I rested on both elbows and stared at the handsome face before me. HansH, looks fit with a damp face and still wet hair. Our pavilion room was already bright, the lights on the ceiling were already on and the sleeping lights on the bedside had already been extinguished, but the sweet aroma and passion were still left in the air.

"awake. It's almost dawn" HansH said slowly. "I'm waiting, yeah. We pray together."

I nodded, then inched down from the bed. "I'll be quick" I said as I rushed to the bathroom to clean myself up.

Like finding a new spirit, it didn't take long for me to finish my bath. I quickly got out of the bathroom and got dressed, took my face and stood behind my priest. We returned to congregational prayer for the first time after a long time to perform the prayer alone.

After the completion of the prayer, guaranteeing every prayer offered by my husband, I kissed the back of his hand with a sense of haru. Happiness explodes in the chest. It all seems like a dream....

"Zia?"

"Emm?"

"I want to talk to you."

I gave a smile, nodding with happy tears streaming down my eyelids.

Then, after a few seconds of silence and a wistful look from his eyes, HansH moved his hand and took out something under his alphabet: a map with a piece of paper in it.

Divorce papers....

Oh my God. I closed my eyes after looking at him. Sirna had been the happiness that covered me for the whole minute when I opened my eyes, changing the tightness and pain that was unimaginable like this. Those happy tears changed.

"Please sign it."

Pain, God. So hurt. "You.. Are you serious about this?"

"I'm sorry."

"But... Last night...?"

"I've tried, Zia. But I can't. Ii'm sorry. You're not Alisah."

I'm nodding. Trying understand. Accept with sincerity. "Do you still hate me?"

"No." She shook her head. "No, Zia. It's not anymore. I understand, you're innocent. I mean. You're guilty, you tricked me, you had that intention, but you've tried to be honest and you've been out of my life. I am the one who comes to you until we are together. I followed you to Korea and married you. Well, you're guilty, but you're innocent in this marriage. I cannot blame you for our togetherness. Our marriage. But you're not Alisah."

Alright. I understand completely. He doesn't love me because I'm not Alisah. She doesn't want to be with me and can't continue this marriage because I'm not Alisah.

All she loves, all she wants, and all she wants to be her life companion in marriage is Alisah. Just with Alisah.

"Are you really unable to accept me?" I try to make sure I come back.

Hansh. "You're not Alisah."

Stuffy. I took a deep breath and exhaled it for relief. But my heart is not relieved.

"Zia, I just can't have this wedding. Cause that's...."

I'm nodding.

"But don't worry, I'll never forbid you from coming here. Whenever you can come to see the kids."

The deg!

My heart immediately changed in anger. "Whatchu mean? You...?"

"The children will be under my care. I hope you accept that. You have to agree. Okay?"

Enough is! Enough's enough! Blood bubbling. I got up, and somehow I took off my face and ran out of the pavilion like I lacked soil. It was clear that I was out of breath as soon as I got in front of the pavilion door Kak Sanjeev. His banging is like a mad woman. Diablery.

"Sister... Brother...," I cried out to Sister Sanjeev while struggling to breathe and wiping away the tears that would not stop. "Sister, open the door...."

It didn't take long for me to find Brother Sanjeev standing in front of me after the door opened. I knew he had just woken up from his sleep because he heard my screams. It seems obvious that the anger and drowsiness no longer perch there. Unlike his shaggy hair that is still messy. "What's wrong?" tanyakanya. He held both of my shoulders firmly in anxiety. "Calm yourself. Calm. Okay well? You need to calm down."

Where can be calm. I nodded and nodded.

"Tell me, what's wrong?"

"Take me and my kids out of this house. Take me away, brother. Help me." Help me."

"Zia, hey. What's the matter? Story first, what's wrong with you? Why talk like that?"

I shed tears until I was left unresponsive and looked at Brother Sanjeev expectantly. "I don't want to part with my children. Get us out of here. Only you can help me. I want my children to be with me always, brother. Please...."

"HansH..," Sanjeev's sister growled. It's windy. "You bastard!"

"Sister? What do you want brother?"

Unfortunately, my brother just passed me by. I chased after him, but could not catch up with his footsteps, running Kak Sanjeev much faster than me. So that, once I got there, Sanjeev dragged HansH and left him lying on the porch of the pavilion, without a stick.

"Bad!" Sanjeev's brother is about to throw a punch.

No!

"Sister!" my yelling.

Reflex, I protected HansH so that Brother Sanjeev's attack hit my back. The pain is incredible.

"Zia, Zia are you okay?" the question was worried, he kept his gun and grabbed my shoulder and pulled me up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

I grimaced, in pain. And just at that moment I was aware of the situation around us. Everyone had already exited their respective pavilions.

"What are you protecting her for?"

I'm shaking. "I asked for your help to take me and my children out of this house. Not to make a new fuss. Would help?"

"Son," Aunt Heera said, "what do you mean? Gone off? Bringing your kids?"

Oh, I'm sorry. "HansH wants us divorced, Auntie. He wants me to go-"

"But I allow you to come at any time. I won't stop you from meeting the kids."

He made a mistake! Brother Sanjeev's fist hit his jaw until he collapsed again even before their sisters - including me, were screaming hysterically.

"Bad you!" Sanjeev's sister pulled him up by gripping the neck of his t-shirt. "You have no right to expel my brother from this house! My house! Even you are not entitled to this house! You're the one who left, loser!"

Oh, God... Why is this so? With his anger, Sanjeev again pushed HansH, lucky this time Vicky and Vikram were quick to help him.

"Sister!" Sheveni yelling. "This is a house together!"

"He's a bastard! He doesn't have the same rights!"

"But I have! Nandini and Parvani have the same rights! Brother HansH our brother!"

Civil war really happened!

"You have no right to expel my brother."

"Why did he throw my sister out? Zia my sister!"

"Sister, already, Brother. Please.don't fight."

"Shut up, Zia! I'm showing this loser how low he is! You, you're just like your mother that whore! How you want to separate the children from the mother. Oh my God, the fruit fell not far from the tree. You're just like your mother who doesn't have that heart!"

Completely fucked. I'm as excited as I get. "Sister...." I approached Brother Sanjeev and clasped his hands together. "That's enough, huh? Thats enough. I also don't want to live here as an ex-wife. Just take me away with my children, including Malika. Only you can help me. Would help?"

"Yes, honey, yeah. We're going to go." Sanjeev's sister turned to HansH, looking at him sharply. "And you, you have no right to hold my sister's children. But if you can't accept all this, we can fight over their custody in court. And, yes, you can't intimidate my sister. As long as I'm alive, you'll be dealing with me."

Brother Sanjeev grabbed my hand and pulled me inside the pavilion to take the children.

"Auntie will come with you."

Oh. ls...?

"Sorry, Bi, Brother, I mean. you guys...."

"What's? Hm? You're telling me to stay here?"

"Sister, I mean--"

"I'm in charge of your life, Zia. You're my sister. I won't let you live alone."

Aunt Heera was holding Malika. "Sorry, kids. Aunty's been taking care of you since you were babies. Aunty doesn't want to be an unfair parent. So, Auntie will take care of Sanjeev for the rest of Aunt's life. Sorry."

"I'm coming, Auntie," the young Parvani said. "I can't live without a mother. I want to go with my mom wherever she goes."

Brother Sanjeev nodded, responding quickly.

My God, because of me, HansH lost a lot of people. Should I let all this happen in order to maintain custody of my children? But if I give up and leave my children...?

No. gabe. This is not selfishness. My children need me, my love and my love. They should grow up in my arms, her birth mother....