My Husband's Second Love
Episode 70's

We went home together, the women came first. The men came later. But the one that unloads the men. After all the items were taken out, Yuni and Mas Juna immediately paid their respects.

Mas Han followed me into the room, infuriating, he actually turned into a shameless rhinoceros-skinned male.

"Why come in," I swear, it's really males by the way.

"I want to see my son Rum, what's his name?"

"The name of the child alone must be repeated many times, can not remember just mentioned once, too!"

If I could, I'd like to kick this guy into Pluto's most distant, uninhabited plane.

"Ken's calling, right?"

"Whatever!" while still following me, I stopped and imitated the Yuni style as in the hospital, turned my body and then ruffled my waist, "why come in, I said sit outside!" now my face must be like shrimp poached from anger.

"Yes, I'll go out, I'll sit on the terrace, if you need anything you stay on the terrace, keep saying what you need, I'll buy it," he shouted.

No matter what, I listened to his last sentence from inside the room. I should have been a lot of ishtighfar, if the hardness of my heart could be dirty from anger. Patience Rum. I saw my son, it was true said the father, my son is very similar to his father. Looks like you have to look for healing of the heart dear, so don't be too angry with you.

Father came by the day before noon. Mas Han actually put up a rhinoceros face, sitting quietly on the porch even though no one cared.

After washing his feet and cleaning himself, I saw Ken who I had just been nursing and was now sleeping. It turns out that after arriving at Ken's house to be a baby who is not easily fussy.

"Well, it's only been a few days since I've seen my granddaughter's Rum."

"Yes sir, the mistress is strong sir."

"Alhamdulillah."

"Sir," I waited for the right moment to tell my father if there was anything I wanted to talk about, "Rumi wants to talk to you and Mas Han."

He sighed, "what should it be now, Rum?" he turned and looked at me.

"Yes, sir," I nodded, "I don't want to delay anymore."

"Good, father as a parent can no longer get in the way of your wishes. You live, so you know what's best for your life."

"Let me ask Mas Han to come in first," I walked forward but could still hear my father's voice.

"But you know Rum, let my son sit in front of the house like a daze," I pretended to be deaf, because it was acceptable to Han.

"Mas I want to talk, you just go in and sit in the living room."

A smile on Mas Han's lips, it turned out that there was still a sad tucking in my heart even though faintly seeing the smile crackle. Remember Rum, you've made up your mind. I hit my head many times must be strong Rum, must be strong. Can't be pity let alone waver.

I went to the back of the house to call my mother. Seeing my mother's sad face I felt guilty. I don't want this either, ma'am, but I know you understand my decision now.

I sat next to my mother. Mas Han and father sat in line in front of us.

It took incredible courage to reveal what I wanted to say. With one breath I delivered it all.

"Mr, mother, Rumi, I'm sorry that Rumi finally made this decision. Actually Rumi never imagined that the Rumi household would be like this. But Rumi had to do it. I'm sorry."

I lifted my face and looked at the clingy Han, looking intently at my husband's face for the last time. Giving her a sincere smile for the last time, because I don't know if I can do it again later after conveying everything.

Mas Han looked back at me, even though his lips were smiling but I knew his eyes were emitting worry. His slightly bumpy brows gave me a sign to immediately utter what was still not revealed.

"Mas," he nodded, there was a radiance of fear in those eyes, "divorce me."

Mas Han immediately lowered his face. The next second he looked up and cupped his hands in front of his face, his elbows raised into the air. For a few seconds that attitude has not changed. When he lowered his hand I saw a red glint in my husband's eyes.

Mother pulled her body back until it stuck tightly to the chair.

"As you've heard, Mas, divorce me."

Mas Han stood up, he grabbed my hand as we were both sitting on the open side instead of in the corner of the room, he easily pulled me out.

"Kang mas," I heard mom screaming.

You run after Mas Han, "Han, let go of Rumi."

"He's mine sir, don't interfere!" that shout was like it wasn't the voice of the Mas Han I knew.

"Mas, let me go!" I tried to let go of my hand with all my might.

"Where's the car key sir."

"Han you want to take Rumi Han with you! let go of the boy!" yell father again.

"Lock sir," the voice loudly yelled at me, this person is not the Mas Han I know. She.

"Dul, don't give me the key!" he ran and gave a warning to Mr. Dul, after near the key in the hand of Mr. Dul was thrown and finally overrun by the father.

"Let go of me, my hand hurts!" yell begging.

The eyes were gnarled, emitting a reddish glow, his hands firmly grasping my wrists, "will not! if we need to die together, I won't lose you! You're mine Rum!" the screams kept sounding.

"Kang mas how is this?" she was trembling but did not dare to approach.

"Han let go of Rumi," the father's voice softened, "you won't be able to take her anywhere Han, the car keys are on the father, let go of Rumi."

"But I can't separate from Rumi sir. She's mine."

"Han."

The left right neighbor who heard began to arrive, "let go Rumi," said the father again, the position of the father is getting closer to us.

My body trembled, I was scared to death, he was not the man I knew eight years ago.

Mas Han shook his head quickly then twisted his body and faced me, "don't leave me Rum, you can't live without me."

"Who said it, you?! you're wrong, I can live without you, I can!"

Whether a demon from which my husband's brain and heart now rule, after hearing my last sentence he jerked my hand and pulled me forcefully close to the car, "let go of me, you're not my husband, The Han I know isn't like this!"

With a single blow Mas Han stuck my body on one side of the car, his free hand choking my neck.

"Huk.huk, I let go of me, huk.huk," Oh my God, my breath is almost stuck in my throat.

"Ndoro Putri..," I heard the sound of mbok Nah, my eyes began to twitch, "tole cry," cried mbok Nah, my son...

Mas Han's hand loosened, my eyes began to refocus, I quickly threw Mas Han's hand hard to escape, in a split second I spurred my steps away and ran as fast as I could, in my brain there was only one thing, my son was waiting for me in the room.

"Ndoro Putri, huhuhu..," mbok Nah cried accepting my hand while shrinking her flooded tears. I went straight into the room and hugged my son tightly.

Surprisingly Ken's shrill cry made my heart calm again. I held Ken and suckled him while calming my racing heart rate.

Who it was. It wasn't someone I knew. He's not the Nehan that I've been living with for eight years. He was a scary stranger and almost killed me. Oh God what really happened...

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