Tears On Top of the Tare
Chapter 3 (Divorce)

Happy Reading's.

Azka and Icha spend time in a mall in the city. Icha's smile never faded from her face, she felt so happy to be able to walk with Azka today.

Icha feels great happiness, as well as Azka. If they are together to be happy, then why are they not united in marriage, as they had always wanted.

"Cha, do you still like ice cream?" Icha nodded.

Azka ruffled Icha's hair with anxiety, she really loved the woman in front of her. "Duh, can't wait to take you to the penghulu, don't be willing if you later in another guy's taxi, beautiful Icha-ku make this heart melt," Icha immediately pinched Azka's arm which was good at combing long ago.

"Bright chirp his mouth now, must often gombalin his wife, huh?" suddenly Azka's face dimmed when she heard the words 'wife' from Icha's mouth.

"Darling, I never fought with anyone other than you, what Again with Maira, he was already I consider like my own sister. You know, if we used to be neighbors in the village when we were kids, so it feels weird if I suddenly married a girl who I already thought of as my own sister" said Azka, "try to shadow you, suppose you are with your little cousin sister who has been playing with each other constantly, You split up many years after that you were betrothed and married, it would be strange! well that's how I feel about Maira," Azka explained, making Icha smile.

"Thank you" said Icha.

"For?"

"To keep your heart in check for me, I became more and more convinced that I wanted to be able to live with you and we grow old together" Icha replied.

"If so let me propose to you as soon as possible and we can get married" Azka said.

The two smiled widely, cultivating the love that had originally been buried now surfaced again, making Icha and Azka's feelings truly happy.

They forget that there is a worried woman at home. Amaira suddenly felt her feelings stifled. I don't know why, but that feeling won't go away from her heart.

Seeing the clock on the wall already showing at 03.00 pm, Amaira immediately took ablution water to welcome Asyar time.

The reverberating Adhan sounded far away at the end of there, because the mosque in the complex was indeed at the end.

Amaira fulfilled her wish as a Muslim, after performing the prayers of Ashar Amaira honoured the almighty, asking him that his heart always be given sincerity and extended. Amaira also prayed that her husband's heart be opened soon, having the same feelings for her.

Although it had been gifted to the God of the universe, Amaira's heart was still so restless. He remembered that he had no problems whatsoever. Finally the woman decided to spend her afternoon by opening the Qur'an. Read it so that his heart calms down.

Amaira decided to clean herself up and immediately went inside the bathroom. For 10 months he felt his life was just walking in place, indeed since marriage he did not work because Amaira wanted to be a wife who only stayed at home.

Although actually he is also not too able to face the outside world in urban areas like this, choosing to stay at home makes Amaira feel more comfortable.

Amaira came out of the bathroom already wearing a home-made robe, then she put a moisturizer on her face as a treatment. Amaira does not need to apply lipstick on her lips because the color of her lips is natural red.

"This veil cake alone, the color is brighter than my shirt" the woman muttered.

Then wear an instant hijab that is up to the thigh.

Amaira heard the roar of her husband's car engine as if stopping in front of the house. Didn't Azka say that she wasn't going home? But why is it only 4 pm Azka is already at home.

"It looks like it's the sound of Mas Azka's car?" Amaira immediately came out from the room.

"Assalamualaik."

"Waalaikumsalam, ma'am! How come you're home? He said he's not coming home tonight?" amaira approached her husband.

Actually he really wanted to greet the hand, like a married couple out there, but what power Azka did not seem to want to be touched by him.

"There's something I want to talk to you about, sit down!" Azka asks Amaira to sit on the living room sofa.

She also sat on the single sofa next to her. Amaira's heart was pounding, she felt that what her husband was going to say was something she didn't want to hear.

But of course Amaira could not not not hear because Azka this time had really established his heart to divorce his wife.

"I don't want to get stale, Amaira Maulida, let's get divorced!"

Seriate.