Replying to the Betrayal of my Husband
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These few days I focus on taking care of my mother until she recovers. During that time also the mother always forced to be delivered to the house of Rima. Though, I had promised to bring them together, but it seems like this time mom can't wait anymore.

"Come, let's go, Ram. Did you tell Rima we were coming?" Mom was very enthusiastic, both hands carrying a plastic bag containing Rima and Susan's favorite food.

"California, Mom. Rama doesn't have the courage to talk to Rima. But, Rima once said that we are allowed to come anytime to the house to meet Susan."

"If you're not stubborn. Your home will not be destroyed. "Mom sits listlessly on the sofa. His eyes were a little empty. "Keep, did you marry Citra?"

"Come, Mom. Now, I can't decide to get married again. What else with the image that can not take care of the house and do not want to take care of the mother."

It's like I have no hope. The only hope I have and want to achieve is to refer to Rima. But, it feels hard to materialize. Not only because of the three talaqs I had spoken, but because Rima had already closed the door of her heart. It was hard to convince the woman to come back to me.

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I took mom to the home address that Rima's lawyer gave her. However, the house looked empty like it was uninhabited. There was no sign of Susan and Rima there. When asked the neighbors, no one knew the whereabouts of my son and ex-wife.

"Try calling Rima. Said we were in front of his house. Anyway, I don't want to go home before I talk to Rima and Susan."

I know you're just as worried about me. I am sorry, but I don't know what to do. The road I walked on was like a dead end.

In the end, I ventured to contact Rima. The first call was passed without any answer. The third call was then answered.

"Dad...."

The deg!!!

"Dad why not talk?" Susan's question made me smother my own mouth. I don't want my daughter to know that her father is crying.

"Let mother speak." Mom took over the phone that was still connected to the people I loved there. "Susan is grandma. How are you, baby?" I saw my mother also trying to hold back her crying.

"Susan's good, grandma. Granny cry, huh?"

"Yes, grandma miss Susan. Where is susan? Grandma wants to see you."

"Susan at the grandfather's house far away." Susan's answer made me find a bright spot. That means Rima took susan to her parents' house. Perhaps, Rima had already informed us about our divorce. Now, I know that the distance between us is getting farther.

"Susan, can I talk to your mother?" I asked after taking over the phone. My hand shook with the breaking of my heart for the umpteenth time.

"A moment, Susan call mom first. Mum....!" Susan's shout made me laugh, it looks like my son is fine. Rima is indeed good at caring for and calming my little girl's heart. His parents lived in separate places.

A child of Susan's age should be able to get the same affection from father and mother. Supervised simultaneously. But, in fact, my son had to face the separation of his parents.

"Rama....."

The deg!!!