My husband belongs to his mother
Don't want to go back.

Not stopping Hamdan persuaded Joya to want to return with him, the man was even willing to rest at Joya's feet. But Joya no longer wants to be with Hamdan, especially when she hears her honey has contained her husband's seeds.

"Mas promises to divorce Ayenir after she gives birth, Joy!" Iba Servan was still kneeling before Joya.

Joya is miris. How can there be a man like Hamdan who seems to love the mother who does not have a heart.

Is the pain presented to him? enduring pain when without her permission her husband remarries? without her permission her husband invited someone to stay in their house? Didn't know Hamdan's pain was like a gelati that slashed his heart to shreds.

His love was slowly eroded from the pain and saw Hamdan's weak attitude. Joya could no longer maintain her household. His decision was final to part ways with Hamdan.

"Is there anything you can do to keep us together, baby?" hamdan's voice sounded desperate.

"Mas, all this time you know I'm angry, I'm hurt, I'm hurt! However, you seemed to close your eyes to what I thought, you blinded your eyes, you cared about your ears, just to hear my complaints. You've been married for months to the woman your mother gave you. But my wounds and pains did not decrease in the least, but increased with each passing day. I want to go avoid the heartache that I think will soon take my life, do you have the heart for me?" Joya wiped her tears violently.

Hamdan has absolutely no answer to Joya's question.

"You know, what makes me even more humiliated? The pain is no longer described. When your mouth recognizes that the woman is pregnant, your child is present as quickly as it is in the womb of another woman. And by not knowing how you feel you're asking me to hang on, for the reason that you're going to divorce that woman. Honestly, what are you my defense for? Is it to be your child's baby sitter?"

"Not so, baby!" Hamdan immediately denied Joya's statement. "Not so!" Hamdan approached Joya about to hug. However, this time Joya avoided.

"I'm sorry, Joy! It's my fault, my fault, and you deserve to be angry. But please forgive me" Hamdan joined her tears. "Darling, I don't want us to part, I'm guilty, I admit it!!But there's never going to be a divorce, Joy! Don't say that!"

Although he had avoided continuing in the end Hamdan managed to embrace Joya.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Hamdan still hugged Joya's body tightly, occasionally rubbing her back gently and peeping over Joya's head.

Joya's still sobbing, warm. Hamdan's embrace is still there warm, but can no longer shake his heart like before.

Joya's not budging. His heart is already sick. He wasn't even sure there was still pain that could plunge his heart beyond this?

Hamdan looked at Joya who looked so fragile. He knows the strong Joya. And seeing Joya like this makes her feel like the most cursed bastard in the world, everything that happens is not her will, Hamdan would not be happy with Joya if not for being forced. His love is very big towards the woman named Joya Jasmine's full name.

"That's it. No need to be the saddest! Obviously you guys are making me miserable" Joya was already really careless. I don't know Joya's heart feels dead and difficult to reach and touch again.

Hamdan.

"I'll fix all Joy, we'll be happy, I promise."

******

"Why not from the first in-laws you come just throw Joy out, so yeah don't ruin your happiness like this!"

Joya just kept quiet while sipping her tea.

"Joy-Joy you're too naive! Even accept that Hamdan is remarried.. uhg!! I'm just as happy as your husband and women don't know themselves!" Lucita said annoyedly.

His best friend, very unacceptable with Hamdan's weakness. Hamdan was so stupid according to Lucita because he was too devoted to his mother who actually damaged his household.

Lucita then rubbed Joya's shoulder slowly, as if saying she was not alone. There was still him who was ready to be a place to divide the wounds.

Joya left with a gaping wound that was not easily covered. Life, all the things he hanged Hamdan. The man has destroyed.

*****

Joya was standing in front of the window. With the night. Joya was amazed by the memories of her togetherness with Hamdan that they went through with happiness two years ago. However, a bitter smile just rose after realizing that everything was no longer the same.

Exists, but is considered non-existent. That's what Hamdan feels. Too much is missing from Joya, her tenderness, her cheerfulness, the woman's concern for her. In fact, maybe his love. Hamdan was aware of that, but remained stubbornly eager to maintain his household.

Ayenir POV

I stared at a wedding photo that was in the drawer of the room I was in with Mas Hamdan.

In the portrait, only I smiled while Hamdan did not.

I realize I'm the worst woman right now. Loving a man who already has a wife.

But I never thought that the one who brought me to this position was an evil mother. I do everything for the attention of my son.

She always said I was lucky to be her daughter-in-law. But I never felt happy.

I saw my own stomach, the seed of the man I loved, but the love of the man belonged to someone else.

Sometimes, I want Hamdan to look at me, like he's looking at Mba Joya who is full of love and love, not the look of pity that was given to me when he looked at me.

I who snatch it is very sick when it is not given my rights by the woman, let alone Mba Joya?

Sorry mba Joya, I was also caught in this situation!

I wish I could talk to my first wife Hamdan four eyes. I really don't have the courage. Afraid that Mba Joya would hurt me, the woman who had ruined her happiness.

Lucky all this time mba Joya never acted rude to me, the woman was too kind and gentle. Sorry I have been consumed by the words of Budhe Rubiah. The woman who is now my mother-in-law.

Regretting, it is useless.all I can do is obey the woman so that she does not want to kill the child in my womb.

I'm tired, I'm tired. In my very young pregnancy, Mom didn't let me rest. All the housework, the laundry business, even the kitchen, I all do it myself.

Always the ultimate words that come out if I dare to argue.

"You should be grateful to be married to Hamdan. If it wasn't for me, how could there have been a man who married a poor country girl like you" The insults he kept mentioning when I denied.