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Raka requested Ratih's approval to take care of all divorce proceedings to the Religious court. After a few days, I finally started to get healthy again. Every day Fitri always gives spirit so that slowly Ratih receives the destiny that is currently happening to him.

Ratih also agrees when Raka submits to represent him in order to arrange a divorce. The man told Ratih that everything would be easier especially Hari had also dropped the talaq.

" Well then, are there any demands you want?" ask Raka before she leaves the house of Ratih.

" No mas, being able to escape from this marriage is enough for me," replied Ratih still in a sad tone.

Raka nodded, he immediately left the house after saying goodbye to his mother. Fitri still remains at Ratih's house to accompany him.

" I'm sorry ma'am, I'm so bothered. If you want to go home, I'm okay. Poor father ma'am."

The coach really felt bad. The amount of help he received from Raka and her family, he would somehow repay her.

Fitri's hand grabbed Ratih's head and rubbed it gently."Don't feel bad, you can help. You remind me of Raya, the son of the mother who failed to raise. She died in the womb at 7 months."

Ratih certainly surprised to hear the words Fitri. 7 months? This means that the baby's body is fully formed even if it is born it can be carried. Ratih looked softly at Fitri. It was obviously more painful than what he was going through.

" I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not~"

" It's okay son, it's just sharing. Your life inshaAllah is still long so do not stop here to continue crying over what has happened. You can still have children if you get married."

Train just silence. Be married? I don't know. He doesn't feel ready for it. Moreover, the events of Day were so imprinted in his heart. The pain is still so real.

A thing that is currently terbesit in the mind of Ratih is to restore himself to be as he once was. Self-sufficient and living alone. Yeah, he's happier alone. Although sometimes lonely to wander but it does not matter.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

The door of Ratih's house is knocked. He rushed out of the house. Two police officers came. A letter was given to him by one of the police. Train to open it quickly. A breath of Ratih let out.

" Can I not attend this mediation. After all, Hari's brother and I have separated. He dropped a talaq on me. So it seems mediation at the police station is not needed."

Ratih was really reluctant to meet Hari. She thought her and her ex-husband's business was over. It's up to what the continuation of the report Ratih does not care. Right now for him to be able to escape from Hari and his family was more than enough.

" All right then. Then how about your report Mrs Train."

Ratih fell silent, he also did not know how it went.

" Let's get Ratih's lawyer who'll testify to the police." Fitri from inside the house came out and stood beside Ratih. The police understood and then resigned to resign.

" Mom, if you want to go home first Ratih is okay. The coach is fine, ma'am. Insha Allah Ratih will not do recklessly. Pity you if you're left for a long time."

Fitri was silent for a moment. He tried to find out the truth of Ratih's words through the look of the woman's eyes. A seriousness is there. Fitri nodded, "Alright then. Save mother's number. Do not hesitate to contact the story if you want to tell a story. Consider me your own mother."

" Thank you so much buk."

Ratih splashed into Fitri's embrace. He felt so comfortable there. One thing he has not felt for a long time is a mother's embrace.

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Elsewhere, precisely in a boutique that is also a makeup studio, a woman is choosing what dress is right for her to wear. He will change his clothes twice at the wedding. Kebaya for akad and dress for the reception.

" How can you be, this is our latest collection. Just got picked up from a tailor. It is still really new and Mbak Cita is the first person who will wear it.'

The boutique owner is seen recommending what he has to the bride-to-be. Yes, without being accompanied by her future husband Cita chose her own clothes and makeup for her wedding.

" Can I try?" ask Cita.

" Of course I can."

Cita was ushered into the dressing room. He tried two clothes of his choice at once and asked for help to employees of the boutique to take pictures.

Trings

Apparently he sent the photo to Ridwan. By affixing sweet words, Cita sure Ridwan will like it. However, after a while passed Cita did not receive any reply from Dark Ridwan at all.

" Huuft is not reciprocated" lamented Cita lirih.

" How's Mother, does this want what's other?"

" This one is mbak. For her DP later I'll tell my future husband to transfer."

Seems enough, Cita immediately went from that place. He has been feeling a bit strange about Ridwan's attitude lately. Usually the prospective husband will routinely ask for his activities but this is not. Even his chat is often not reciprocated.

" Are Ridwan so busy that he ignored my message. It's only a matter of days we're married."

TB