Not Matre's Girl
Prologues

The cobul Ijab had happened and that day Haris and Ratih became husband and wife and was witnessed by Haris' friend who was doing KKN. Simple marriage of a village girl with students who are doing KKN activities without her parents knowing.

You could say this is a recklessness because Ratih only knew Haris for two months and immediately there was a seed of love between the two of them. Rati who never knew love finally melted by kindness and also attention from Haris.

One month they were married without any obstacles in undergoing this household ark, KKN activities carried out were also over. It's time for Haris to go home with his friends to the city and go back to college. 

“Indeed, Haris had to go back to town ? then what about me and the child in my womb mas ?.” Ratih clasped Haris' hand and directed it to his stomach which was still flat. The look in Ratih's eyes was real that he did not want to be left behind.

“I'll definitely come back and bring my parents here so that the wedding of the book of isa is recorded country, and after that I'll take you to live with me in the city, and, save my phone number and call me if anything happens to you and our son.”

Although very heavy hearted Ratih deliver Haris into a car containing other students, he waved and melt of his eyes can not be hidden anymore. Haris's departure is only temporary but it's been like forever.

Day after day passed, Ratih lived a life like before marrying Haris but the difference is now his life is empty, there is no encouragement even his Father Ratih is very worried about Ratih and also his future grandson.

“How to Train ? is there any news from Haris ? it's been 9 months and your content is already large.”

“But Mr. Mas Haris never sent any newspaper or newspaper even when I borrowed a neighbor's phone and called Haris who replied saying he was misconnected, and he was not connected, did I follow up Mas Haris yes sir ?.”

“Don't you get big pregnant just let the father who followed Haris and drag him to come here, he's been really outrageous by abandoning you while pregnant.”

With anger that could not be dimmed, his father Ratih held his left chest that hurt. Unlike usual even this pain can no longer be endured.

“Aduh Ratih.”

“Bapak why ? sir ?.”

And without Ratih thought it turns out the age of the Father only until that day, the departure of the Father adds to the wounds of Ratih's heart and also his sadness peaked. But in fact God said another baby that Rati was born and became friends to take off lonely, lonely, but as strong as possible Ratih still he wants to tell Haris that his son has been born so that they can take care of it together.

“Mas where you, our son were born and I don't know what to call it. If you were here you would also be very happy right mas ?.” Ratih smiled in his daydream, he was determined and went to the city alone only armed with the address once written by Haris on a piece of paper.

By carrying a baby that is still reddish, the beautiful baby is a female gender. His eyes and lips were like Ratih but his eyebrows and nose were like Haris. Ratih always prayed that his arrival would be welcomed by Haris and his family.

A large house is even larger than the mansion in the village, Ratih knows that Haris is the son of a capable person who is proven by getting an education on campus but he does not know if Haris is more than that.

“Assalamualaikum”. With the umbrella he brought so that the rain would not wash over him and his son, he knocked on the door many times until a sound from within could be heard.

“Waalaikum sallam who is it?.”

“Mas it's you mas, I miss you very much, this is our son was born mas but the father is dead.”

“Ratih.” 

“Who is Haris ?.” The middle-aged woman's voice was getting closer and when it was seen Ratih lowered her head was about to kiss the hand that she felt was her in-laws.

“Who are you?.” Quickly his hand was pulled so that Ratih could not kiss his hand, arrogantly folding his hand on the chest, with one eye looking at Ratih who was holding a baby.

“Ma This is Ratih, which I told you about first.”

“Oh so she's your wife whose origins are unclear, it's good that she's here so you can divorce her, but since you're just married siri so it should be said talak already can.”

Ratih was silent in silence, although he did not make a sound but his eyes looked at Haris, begging him not to do what Haris' mother told him to do. Ratih shook his head but a second later the appearance of a beautiful woman who was the same age as him made Ratih increasingly wonder.

“What's up ? why on the stand outside this rain you know.” 

The woman is pregnant and as if rejecting the worst possibility, Ratih tries to deny it and tells her heart that it might be her sister Haris.

“This is my daughter-in-law and his wife Haris who is pregnant with my granddaughter, you who are only a country girl will not be able to be his wife Haris, Ema let's go in and Haris quickly talak him so that Ema can be your only wife.”

“Iya mas, I am pregnant with your child you know this is the time you can duakan me.”

Hearing the orders of his in-laws and honey made Ratih's heart sliced, he was unwilling and unable. Tears moistened his cheeks even though the rain could not reach his body. He shook his head vigorously trying to keep what should be his.

“Mas please don't do that, have mercy on me and your son, he is still a child do I have the heart to make him lose the figure of a father ?.”

“I'm sorry Ratih, it's not like me either but I'm in a match and now Ema is pregnant. I hope you understand, from now on I'm breaking up and you're no longer my wife.”

"No, I beg you not to do this, you are my husband and I am your wife." But Haris still sticks to his words and prefers the decision of his mother.

The two women smiled and entered the house, pulling Haris' hand to come in as well. In the cold rain he stepped with his feet that felt heavy, his tears drenched his fallen cheeks and dripped on the forehead of his little daughter who would not even have a father because they were already unwanted.

“Don't worry, baby, even if you only have a mother, but I will raise you myself with affection. Oh yes Mother has not given your name, your name is Adinda Princess Fahrana, from now on we will fight Together yes Rana.