Pursuing the Love of My Husband
The Part 53 MCS

Can only breathe hearing the refusal to divorce.

"God hates divorce." Syafitri's voice made Habibah turn his head, this time they used his uncle's car.

"Is self-torture not a sin?" habibah defended himself. "And there is a tormented heart besides me, the woman who also loves Mas Bram." continued Habibah again.

"But it's not your fault, he knew from the beginning that Bram and you were married. After all, he should have taken care of himself more, not just handing himself over to a married man."

Habibah looked at his best friend.

"He still loves you."

"I still love him. But the purpose of marriage is not just love, but to the ultimate inner calm. Loving or being loved, even when we were married I didn't know what kind of man I was going to marry. And I ended up falling in love, and she didn't. Then after everything happened, do I have to defend Mas Bram just because he claims to love me? I'm not sure about our marriage like this."

It is not a matter of not listening to the advice of people, but what he has gone through is not as easy as wise speech, good to sound, then happy because sincere.

In fact, after what Habibah did, what Habibah fought for, Bram still could not be firm if it had faced Larisa.

Until the third trial.

"The judge has decided, brother Bram Aditya and sister Habibah bint Rudy Utama, officially divorced."

The sky seems to collapse.

If during the divorce process his heart is still as strong as iron, for some reason when he heard the official word divorce his heart was weak, breaking aching to pieces.

'Finally, I really lost you, Mas Bram.'

It was like crying roared, screaming, pain and sadness were immeasurable. The once happy shadow was present just like that, swirling around in his brain.

"Gift."

Someone called. Wishing it was Bram who came and could see his face for last. But it really isn't.

"I want to talk to you." Rudy Main approached him.

The atmosphere of the chaotic heart was increasingly feeling chest tight. Why did Rudy Utama come to Habibah after everything that happened.

Habibah walked slowly to the shade of the tree of the religious affairs office, hinting that he could only talk for a while.

"Marisa I've kicked out" said Rudy Utama began the conversation after sitting together.

Habibah also did not look, bowed lethargic and did not care about anything that happened in his father's family.

"Larisa is not my son" he said again as if having difficulty expressing his whole heart.

Habibah also refused to look.

"I'm sorry Dad." said Rudy shaking in tears.

Slightly evocative of his words, Habibah raised her face and looked at Rudy Utama.

"Lee's right, Hiko's right. You are my little daughter, the son of a wife I have wasted. Mayra Azahra." Tears fell dripping from the eyes of old Rudy Utama.

Be late.

"If I had believed in the beginning that you were my daughter, maybe your marriage to Bram wouldn't have been ruined like this." She's really crying.

I don't know, this time Habibah refused to let out tears, just seeing and watching a father being sorry.

"I'm sorry son, I've been too mean. Wasting yourself, hurting your heart, punishing you in prison, robbing your house, taking all yours, and Bram." she chuckled in her tears, regretting and feeling really guilty.

"I've forgiven Dad." replied Habibah very slowly.

Rudy wept even more, reaching for Habibah's hand. But then she hugged him very tightly while crying regretting herself.

For a moment, until the man's cries began to subside. "Let's go home" said Rudy Utama slowly, inviting Habibah although not sure it will work.

"Then we'll go back to our house." Rudy wiped away the remaining tears on his face.

"No dad." Makes Rudy run away.

"Then go to your house, kid, Grandpa's house he gave me." said Rudy.

"No Dad, it's all yours. And I'm going back to the boarding school to help Auntie."

"But your house is here, son, there you have nothing." Rudy grabbed Habibah's hand again.

"I don't need anything Dad. I just want to win myself, and that's all I found at Aunt's house, with the kids who were studying religion, without the parents. Since childhood, they are the ones who make me feel not alone" said Habibah as it is, although it does not mean to insinuate Rudy Utama, but clearly his heart feels pain to hear the phrase his son is so lonely, lacking, and so on, and not happy.

"Then your father will be alone." The usually calm face turned sad.

"For now, I want to go home to Auntie's. My heart is not okay" Habibah said again.

Rudy was so disappointed to hear Habibah's wish, but could not do anything.

"If you have time, come to Aunt's house." Habibah moved up, grabbed Rudy Utama's hand and kissed her back. "Dad's Assalamualaikum" he said without waiting for a reply, walking quickly to his uncle's car.

"Habibah." call Rudy but no longer heard.

Recalling some time ago, Rudy ignored the 'Dad' call that sounded so pitiful. It seemed like this was nothing compared to when he did not care about Habibah, and left him alone in prison.

"I'm sorry, Daddy son" he said seeing Habibah's car start to move away.

In the car, Habibah sat melamine occasionally her tears fell. Bram, a name that still fills his broken heart, asked in his heart why he did not come to the final trial. And the father-in-law who always supported him, suddenly they all disappeared without news.

Everything was over, pulling and throwing out that heavy breath, setting the heart from this second. Forgetting everything...

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Various kinds of sholawat sound melodious, playing alternately in rhythm with the sounds of different age children. From small to growing up, they sit neatly enjoying the tone and lips that continue to move chanting praise for the Imam of the Muslims.

Three months had already passed after the final trial.

"Your Iddah is finished Habibah" said Bibi Rumini who always pay attention to Habibah.

"Yes Aunt. Alhamdulillah." sahut Habibah is better, because the plague gradually disappeared after three months.

"You can choose one of the ustadz that has been waiting for your Iddah to pass." Aunt said seriously though with a big smile.

"Ah, if that one, Habibah should think again" he replied lowered his head.

"Auntie pray that God will give a good soul mate for you after everything that happens" said Bibi again.

"Assalamualaikum Nyai." a student stood at the door of the ustadzah's private room.

"Wa'alaikum salam. What's up Sri?" rumini asked his wife.

"There was a delivery for the Habibah Nyai Ustadzah" he replied very politely, going in to give a rose bouquet so beautiful, and a box that I don't know what it contained.

"Who is this from?" tanya Habibah saw the name on the flower arrangement but not found the sender.

"Don't know ustadzah." replied Sri then excuse me to come out.

Habibah saw a box labeled one of the delivery services. And it says the name of the sender whom Habibah did not know.

"Lendra."