My best friend Muhallil's husband
TALAK THREE

"Ameera Zahra, I'm Dion Lakshmana, drop talaq 3 on you. And starting tonight, you're no longer my wife!" dion said firmly without the slightest anger on his face.

What about Ameera? He could only bow to hold back the tears that had already been shed in his eye sinks. He had held back all his strength not to cry. But, which woman will be happy when her loved ones, who have tied her up with a sacred promise and promised to live as if. Breaking it all, cutting their wedding ropes and throwing it away.

Their marriage only lasted two weeks, but this was the third time Dion had dropped a talaq on her. If asked why, Ameera herself knows why. Her mother-in-law always encouraged Dion to divorce her. Since she was just an ordinary girl, it was inappropriate to be with Dion who was a manager.

After saying the talaq, Dion went out of nowhere. Leaving Ameera who was still silent in place, while holding back the voice, so that her cries could not be heard by others.

And on the sofa, Wenda, the mother of Dion, was smiling triumphantly. He was happy because again, Dion would listen to him. This is the purpose. From the beginning, when Dion introduced Ameera to her, she was already able to judge Ameera's usual appearance. Of course he would not approve of his son marrying a simple woman like Ameera. Unfortunately, Dion did not follow his ban. So, he could only do this, in order for them to part. Now, his wish has been fulfilled.

"Ameera, you're no longer my son's wife. So, get your things sorted out and get out of this house." throw out Dion's mother, who has been standing in front of Ameera ever since.

"Just calm down, Mom. I'll be leaving soon. Because I know, from the beginning, no one accepted me here." said Ameera who looks tough and still trying to be polite.

"It's good that you're self-conscious. So, what are you waiting for? Pack your things immediately. Remember, don't take Dion's gift with you!" his chirps were heartless, adding to the wound in Ameera's heart.

Isn't that already his? Dion didn't say anything. But let it be, he was not the greedy type either. He also felt that it wasn't his, so he wouldn't take it.

Without replying to the words of her former mother-in-law, Ameera immediately left Wenda who was clucking because she felt hurt by Ameera.

Arriving at the room, Ameera picked up a bag that looked slightly worn out, putting in all the clothes she was carrying as she entered this house. The clothes that Dion had given him, were just glimpsed by him.

Every now and then her tears fell down, she could only wipe them off with the hijab she was wearing. Although her eyes were swollen because tears kept flowing, but still did not reduce her beauty.

Ameera was a smart and righteous young girl. Now he is even twenty-two years old. His face is oval, his eyes are slightly narrow, his eyelashes are thick and his nose is also not too sharp. Her skin was as white as snow, and her beauty increased due to the hijab she used.

Ameera and Dion have been in a relationship since Ameera was in high school. Ameera, who does not want to be in love, makes Dion curious to decide to marry Ameera soon.

From the beginning, their relationship was opposed by Wenda, Dion's mother. However, because of Dion's persistence in convincing Ameera, and the woman has also fallen in love with every sweetness given Dion for several years, making Ameera want to undergo a household bath with Dion.

But apparently, reality is not as sweet as hope. The marriage which he thought would be beautiful, the blessing which he would gain over time and the presence of the baby in their midst, should be re-buried by Ameera.

"Don't daydream! Quickly get out of here." Wenda's voice startled Ameera who was indeed pensive. He was confused, when he got home later, what he had to say to his father.

Without answering, Ameera immediately took the bag she had packed, and left the house. But his hand was blocked by Wenda.

"You didn't bring any valuables, did you? Give me your bag, I want to check it myself." asked Wenda who indirectly accused him of being a thief.

"Sorry, Mom. This bag is my privacy. I can see it for myself, everything is still intact in its place." replied Ameera who denied all kinds of accusations Wenda cornered her.

"Huh! Good then, get out there!" throw him away again who rejects Ameera's body until a little forward. As if, he was already very sick of seeing Ameera in front of him.

"Well, don't say anything outside. Don't vilify Dion's name. He was kind enough to marry you. Now that he's divorced you because he's sober, you don't fit in. So, be aware of yourself." Wenda gave Ameera a warning. As if, Ameera would borrow this opportunity to drop Dion's good name.

"I'm leaving. Assalamu'alaikum." said Ameera, who was greeted with a smile by Wenda.

Ameera came out of the house, she turned around for a moment and looked at the house she had just lived in for two weeks. Her tears are back.

I hope everything goes perfectly over time.

Ameera turned her body. The clock has shown at 9:00 WIB. He had to walk to get out of this housing wreath. Dion's house was in an elite housing estate, so there was no way there would be a taxi passing by in front of the house, it seemed to be in its place.

After ten minutes of walking, Ameera finally arrived at the big road. He wiped his sweat and instantly stopped the passing taxi in front of him.

After mentioning the address, the taxi breezed away, splitting the streets, taking it towards the destination.

Along the way Ameera just silently watched the streets. Towering buildings and shining lights make the streets of Jakarta look beautiful.

But his heart is not so. Now his heart was so dark and empty. Everything felt empty, painful and bitter. That's what's appropriate to describe Ameera's heart now.

What makes him more confused, upon arrival at home later, what to say to the Father? His heart crumbled again and was destroyed if until his father was sad because of him.

However, other than that house, he also had no other stopover. If he were to lie, his father would know it from someone else's mouth. And he didn't want that to happen, it would have hurt his father a lot.

"Miss, it's at the destination." the taxi driver's voice startled him from the daydream.

"Ah yes, sir." After scanning the QR code, Ameera went down with her bag.

He stood in front of his house. He still hesitated to take what step. But, he had already made up his resolve. He's got to get in.

TOK TOK TOK

"Assalamu'alaikum?" said Ameera

"Waalaikumsalam, wait a minute." said the person from inside.

FLECKISH

"Sir Ameera?!" his sister named Alisa.

Alisa immediately hugged Ameera strongly to let go of the longing on her sister. After her marriage, Ameera never returned home. However, the first time she came home after marriage, she had instead changed her status.

"Where is Brother Dion? Why your own brother? asked Alisa while chirping. Then his eyes were turned on the bag carried by Ameera.

"Can Brother come in?"

"certain. Hehe, sorry, Brother." Alisa scratched her non-itchy nape.

Ameera came in with her carry-on bag. Not a gift or a hand that he brought after a long time has not returned to visit the Father. But, the sad news that he gave to his father who has now welcomed him with a smile.

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