RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 85

I stared woundfully at the man who had been my husband for nine years.

" Punish me now, brother...! " desisku.

Plakk.a slap floated on my cheek. My body staggered backwards. No less back my father grabbed my headscarf-covered hair and threw back a slap in my Pelipisku. My hijab slipped out of my head with her hair tied. Spreading my long hair loosely down to the waist covering part of my face that was flushed on both cheeks due to a slap. Last kick of my father's leg landed on my waist. I fell to the floor with my body crushed. Jubair tried to get closer to help me. The man with the title of my husband touched my shoulder, but I patted him weakly.

" Don't touch me." I jolted even in a weak tone. Jubair stopped touching me.

I looked up and found my father standing in front of me. His face flushed red with overflowing anger. His hands were still clenched holding back the anger.

" Basic brash kid. Don't know at profit.! " he looked at me again as if he wanted to swallow my body.

" Kill it, Saniah, sir" I said. "But my decision is unanimous. Please divorce me. I no longer want to live like this. Enough for nine years I served as a wife to Kak Jubair. I want to find my own happiness. "

I grimaced holding my swollen, red cheek from my father's slap. My tears are flowing into the river.

My father-in-law immediately stood up, as did my mother-in-law and my parents. My mother-in-law walked over and hugged me. So was my mother.

" Saniah. Do not rush to make decisions when angry" said the mother-in-law wisely.

" Yes, son. You still remain our favorite daughter-in-law, even though Jubair is married again and has children" said the father-in-law sadly.

I shook my head while shedding tears. " No, Niah can no longer live like this. Let me find my own happiness, ma'am "my answer is weak. With my head down while enduring the pain all over my body I passed away from the living room following the pityful gaze of my mother and my two in-laws. I went into the room and locked it from the inside.

My body sagged behind the door and sat there. Crying.I hit my chest tight and numb. Why it hurts so much. Is like this the pain experienced by Asthma first when betrayed by Syafrie. It turns out the pain is incredible. It should be very difficult for my friend to make peace with his injuries so that it takes years to heal and make peace with his past.

" Saniah.. open the door, baby. "my mother's voice came from behind the door.

I still don't flinch from behind the door. Samar - Samar I heard the sound of a quarrel between my father-in-law and my husband.

" Why was daeng so cruel to Saniah? "

" The boy deserves to be beaten, daeng. Dare to humiliate husband and parents, even now ask for divorce. "

" It's only natural that he behaves like that. It's just Jubair who has no brain and no feelings. "

" But, Sir..... I can't lie about my feelings. For years you tried to love Niah, but couldn't. "I heard Jubair's voice defending himself.

" If so, you can act decisively first. You've been torturing a woman's heart all this time, son. "

" How else now, sir. Me and Meli are married. Even though we married Siri, she's still my wife. After all we already had a child. "back Jubair defended himself.

" If you give Saniah his right as a wife, of course he will give us a legitimate grandchild, not from adultery." said my father-in-law, but can still be heard.

" Sir....! " jubair snapped did not accept the words of his Father.

" What? Did I say the wrong thing? Allow your child to be a child outside of a valid marriage. So what is the child if not the child of adultery? " snaps Father-in-law does not want to lose.

" Can't..! I don't want to know, this house belongs to Saniah. Do not dream that you and the woman can stay and occupy this house. Don't you think with me being quiet, I'm agreeing to your marriage to that woman. Get that woman out of this house right now, Jubair."

" But, Sir. Meli is also my wife. He also has the right to live with me. "

" That's right, but not here. Are you and she home? "

" But that's just contracting, sir. "

" It is up to you to put where your second wife is. But I do not want and object if you bring your second wife to live in a house with Saniah. "

" Why don't you just ask Niah? She would have no objection if I had Meli and her two children living here. Her.. "

Plakkkp...

A slap this time floated on Jubair's cheek. His voice reached Saniah's room.

"Go now from this house. And take the woman with your children! "

" But what's wrong, sir. I'm just trying to be honest with you and me about everything. "

" Basic men have no brains and no feelings, have hurt the feelings of women still unconscious. Remember Jubair, you have a sister and a mother. They're women too. How would it feel if your sister was treated like this by her husband? " grunts in-laws of men. While the sobbing female in-laws were unable to say any more words.

Lonely, no, sounds nothing else. Jubair may have gone with the woman.

I was sobbing in the room alone. My head hurts and throbbs - pulsations. It may also be caused by too much crying and stress. The longer the more pain and torment me until I finally fell unconscious behind the door of my room.

I woke up the next day when the azan in the surau near my house rang. Slowly - the ground I got up in a limp - trying to grab the door handle and open it.

Lonely. No one was there. I went to the bathroom and got some water. Then go back to the room and perform the dawn prayer. After that I packed up my things and went quietly to my rented house on foot.

I walked for a long time until I arrived at my rented house. I went into the house and locked it again. Then after that I went back to bed and continued my sleep.

I decided not to go to work today. It's possible to go to work if my face is bruised and blue like this.

In the afternoon, I woke up when my stomach was hungry. I wake up to cook instant noodles and eat only with instant noodles mixed with eggs.

After the meal, I opened Google and figured out how to file a divorce lawsuit. After that I contacted someone who I felt could help me to take care of the divorce process for me and Jubair.

Derrt..... My phone reads. A chat from Syafrie went in on my whatsapp.

" Niah, Asma was in an accident and is now being treated at Wahab Syahrani Samarinda Hospital. His condition is critical." so a message from Syafrie.

I sat down weakly for a moment after reading the message from Syafrie. Astagfirullah..What happened to you Asma..... ?