Please Let go of me
Chapter 2 - Escape the Concoct

Sacred hit his chest, such a painful feeling. There was no place to complain, because she was just an orphan. He immediately regained his senses, and moved from that place. Opening the hijab that is installed neatly, taking ablution water to perform sunah prayers so that he becomes calm. 

Finished his greetings, he put his hands together, praying for his long-dead mother and father. Do not forget to complain to the Lord who is the purpose, to vent all feelings with tears soaking in the cheeks. "My Lord, forgive the servant who does not thank you, forgive the servant who is sometimes negligent of your command. There is no place for me to complain but You Lord, give me the fortitude to accept my husband's second wife, give me sincerity with divided love. Rabbana atina fiddunya hasanah, Wa fil endoti hasanah waqina 'adzabannar." 

His heart felt calm after practicing the sunah prayer and praying, did not forget to chant the holy verse of the Quran so mendudunya. Even Zufar and Siska could hear the holy verse so shahdu. 

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The days that Saints spent were so heavy, the love that was divided made him unable to accept, even though he tried to sincerely be combined. But, Zufar's affection and time prioritized Siska who bore her offspring, again and again her heart ached. He can only grieve and surrender to the Creator, but he is just a human being. 

No smile adorned her beautiful face, steadying her heart to go from her husband's side. "I can't stand all this anymore, I'm just a very fragile woman." His mind wiped away the tears, hurried to pack his clothes and put them in a suitcase. 

Suci prepared all his needs by packing the goods first, ordering plane tickets via his mobile phone. And choose the initial flight, want to avoid and run away from reality. Unable with affection that leaned towards honey sister. 

After booking the ticket, she immediately contacted her husband. They ventured when they had no choice but to run away. 

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!"

"Wa'alaikumsalam." 

"When are you coming home?" 

"I'm still in the office, how's Siska? Are you taking good care of her?" 

"Yes, I look after him as you say, Mom. Go home, I have something to say!"

"All right, I'm going home."

Saints immediately hung up the phone, taking a deep breath. "Hopefully Zufar did not suspect anything."

Moments later, Suci welcomed her husband as she always did, not forgetting to offer him a glass of water.

"Where's Siska?" 

Suci smiled even though his heart aroused jealousy in his mad brother. "He's in his room."

"Why did you ask me to come home sooner?" zufar asked looking at the hijab-wearing woman next to him.

"What do you want?" 

"I want to go to Riau, want to calm down by teaching the children a less than affectionate home."

"No, you should take care of Siska who is pregnant in the third trimester. He needs a companion!"

"But, it won't be long. Just two weeks." 

Zufar seemed to think hard, sometimes he stared fixedly at the beautiful face of the wife who wore a robe and hijab. "All right, I'll let you. When are you leaving?" 

"Tomorrow morning."

"So fast?"

"I don't want to put it off anymore, Mom."

"Just be up to you."

The next day, a bustling atmosphere would crowd at the airport, a beautiful woman wearing a hijab bidding farewell to her husband. "Mas, I'm going first. Take good care of yourself!" Sacred looked at her husband with a shady look, as well as the beautiful smile that adorned her face.

"I allow you to go to Riau, but only two weeks and no more." 

Saints swallowed the saliva with great difficulty, the words of her husband were full of threats. But the negative thoughts that danced in her mind immediately cleared her, remembering herself to be strong with the wounds incised by her own husband. "Yes, I'll be back in two weeks' time." 

Suci glanced at the woman who was pregnant in the third trimester, trying to stay strong and want to run away from the problems and realities that exist. Hugged the woman for a few seconds, whispering. "Jaga Mas Zufar well and serve our husband as long as I am not in this city." The words that came out of his mouth seemed to scratch, could not bear and immediately wiped his tears. 

"Bak don't have to worry, I'll take care of our husband." Reply Siska who hugged her husband's first wife, smiling.

"Assalamu'alaikum." The Sacred Speech that stared at the two, wiping away the tears.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" said Zufar and Siska simultaneously. 

The saint immediately went and got into the plane, and sat down to the seat that had been ordered by him. There is guilt anxiety about his lies and actions to escape reality. But at this moment, there was nothing left that made him look back. "I'm sorry, I'm a very hypocritical woman. My jealousy with that attitude of yours, forced me to do this." His inner.

Suci lied about his departure to Riau, but decided to go to Cairo.