My husband, I Love You
Final Decision

The summons I was waiting for arrived, six months was a long time I felt waiting for a hammer from the religious court, and a new predicate for me of course.

Apparently, the trial case and the entire process, has been handed over to the lawyer, so that everything runs smoothly and quickly, regarding costs or other clearly I do not know, I do not know, and to ask never crossed my mind, the current only immediately clear status I got.

A widow with a fairly young age, but inevitably I must still accept all judge's decisions and the will of Iwan.

I wear a suit with a hijab that matches the clothes I wear, makeup that is only thin, because honestly in terms of makeup I am less clever and not used to it.

Apparently mas Iwan brought mbak Rahma my best friend and wife and destroyer of my household, although miserable life when with him actually I really enjoy living together in the shade of the household with mas Iwan.

But that's an old story, now I have to stay focused on my daughter and on the job I just started, for the sake of my son and his future.

I walked with definite steps towards the place that the court officer had told me about.

When entering a beautiful room with a distinctive smell of plants that are on the side of the seat that has been prepared for the visitors, the sense of vibrating will longing and happiness when first met with mas Iwan, the first time I met the mas Iwan, twinkle eyes that miss each other and hope. Now gone are all, I do not feel the slightest except ordinary things like meetings in general people who will do a work agreement only.

The typical distended stomach of pregnant people makes Rahma's mother more beautiful with shaky makeup and a slightly tight shirt, will make the eyes look strange. Because usually pregnant people will mostly wear loose and comfortable clothes, but so be it...! Maybe that's the style and I can do what I'm obviously not part of them.

I stepped as leisurely as I could, and threw a smile at the same pair of loser humans who had similarly hurt my heart.

"Hi Lintang, how are you! I see your body getting thinner and your skin getting duller, pity you well, I suggest dress up let it be a little shaky, and change your appearance at least will reduce the dullness of your face that may be lacking in vitamins," mbak Rahma said as if she was without flaws.

I looked at Rahma with speechless motion, ahhhh.... I don't know what he thinks of his words.

"Yes mbak later I try to dress up a shaky and hook leaner that is more cute and dirty, ha. ha. ha. ha..." Either my nosy soul suddenly appeared and a little furious I answered Rahma's words.

"Gee.... Now that in thought in droves it turns out, uuhhhh no waste deh you divorced him earlier mas, ha ha ha," the look of spite is clearly I feel from his eyes that glow full of hatred to me.

"Relax mbak, this run out I will make my body as se xy as possible and as beautiful as more than the beauty mbak Rahma, later if there is free time we plan to meet ya, heeem!" If he can insult me, I can also fight to maintain my pride dong!

I lyrically mas Iwan stood up and calmed Mbak Rahma, who may be a little ignited emotions because of my words to her.

"What star is Shasy doing, why aren't you invited?" Mas Iwan began to open his voice, although I know maybe it was just a small talk, because after the speech of the talaq, let alone the money for a living, beradar was never mas Iwan did, because after the speech, at least ask about my daughter who's her daughter too.

"No mas, this religious court is not a decent place for children of Shasy's age, the news is good and has started to enter the playgroup" I replied, which I made as relaxed as possible, the thump of anger in my heart as strong as I can pat and I am a deep sniff, however Rahma has also conceived the child of mas Iwan, even in the wrong way.

"Sorry, this latitude is only a little for Shasy," Iwan's hand held out an envelope, but who would have thought that Rahma grabbed it and put it in the branded bag she always wears.

"Roman!" The sound of mas Iwan was heavy and seemed to be waiting to be returned the envelope.

"Mas! You are still stupid! Shasy is not necessarily the legitimate child of mas, whereas since her pregnancy alone she has been familiar with Dian's doctor, it could be that she is also cheating with another man," Rahma spoke so loudly, saying, and never one bit to keep the feelings of the interlocutor.

"Sir, even if I cheated! At least I've never taken anyone's husband, and sorry mbak it's not my type to be an unfaithful wife, or.... Don't-don't-don't mbak herself who is pregnant is not her son mas iwan, ups sorry," I said as I closed my mouth and sat a little away from them.

"Mas.... Her... How dare he speak like that, insolent!" Rahma's murmur while shaking her waist, the look in her eyes gave complete hatred to me.

"Cross! What do you mean talk to Rahma like that, huh you're so disrespectful!" Obviously Iwan defended Rahma rather than me.

"Mas, listen carefully well, I'm not arguing, I'm here because I'm fulfilling a subpoena, and not begging about the mandatory money you should spend on our son, your own flesh and blood," inevitably I must be firm and I do not want to be oppressed by them, because I also do not commit infidelity as Rahma accused me.

The tension between the three of us finally subsided after the court clerk entered the room, carrying the papers for me to sign and then I officially became a widow.

The clerk allowed us to enter the room, and did a reading of the divorce proceedings and tap the hammer that the Judge had done.

The divorce decree from the court has been officially signed and I received, relief and whip for me to rise again from the pain and slump I have been experiencing, while being the wife of Iwan mas.

The court clerk politely walked out of our place, having given various words of motivation for us going forward.

My eyes looked at the couple in front of me who was still fighting over the living envelope for my strong daughter Rahma defended.

"Sorry, ma'am! I'll thank you first, excuse me." I cut off all opinions and expressions that became the thoughts of Rahma, words that did not build my opinion.

"Sorry star! I have not been able to give something to Shasy, maybe next time," Iwan's speech was interrupted by the words of Rahma's father who lost his challenge.

"I said no!"

"But Rahma, she's my daughter and I'm her guardian!"

"That's it, ma'am! God willing I can still give my best to Shasy and send her to school. You don't have to think about how much money Shasy needs in the future, I've prepared everything for my daughter" I replied firmly, without further ado I left those who were still arguing.

Although I know from the look of Iwan's eyes there is a regret, I don't know in terms of which the regret.

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To be continued 😉

Young wife lukhnut, I want it to taste mocked tuh way sambel.

Bye is....

Greetings Dear Always by RR 😘