Test Loyalty
Caram

In his mind, Dhena could only guess by herself. Could it be that Hariz's departure this afternoon to his mother's house had something to do with everything that Bu Aida had said to him later?

From the beginning, what made Dhena feel afraid and so worried was that she was left and had to part with Hariz, her husband. It was only a short time ago that he chose to survive with a broken heart when Nelly had to be present in his household life, rather than having to leave Hariz. That's all because Dhena can not cover up and lie to her feelings if she is unable to walk the path of life alone and without a male figure that has made her already comfortable when in the his side, no matter what.

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A few months later.

On the way home to his house Hariz was so agitated and hit by a sense of dilemma that made him like presented with simalakama fruit. Between having to choose a mother who has conceived and given birth to him or choosing a wife who has now given him two pieces of love they have for approximately 6 years of life and struggle together. Passing every pebble and storm that often hit their household life both.

Dhena, once a girl full of shortcomings and limitations in everything who is willing to accept Hariz's presence in her new life after making a promise in front of the penghulu who will both start life from scratch.

The reason Hariz used to prefer Dhena over other women is not because according to the assessment of the man Dhena is the type of woman who will never be demanding to a partner. Especially in terms of the economy that consciously Hariz has not been able to achieve it like people and friends who can already live more established and secure.

Hariz once asked Dhena. Before they got married. What as usual done by most people is always giving more attention when approaching a prospective wife who will be made a partner in his life.

"Have you eaten yet?" asked Hariz by phone at the time.

"It's eating now." Dhena answered.

"What do you eat the same?"

"Same rice dicocol with salt." Dhena answered honestly. Because it is a condition that is common to live in limitations and live far from luxury. Because his parents are only as farm laborers in his village.

From there Hariz's intention was more unanimous to make Dhena his wife. Because according to him, if he chooses a woman who is accustomed to living all the sufficiency and is lulled with luxury, it does not rule out the possibility when living with her who cannot provide material happiness will leave her husband.

It was on such considerations that he began to strengthen his heart to interfere with Dhena who according to Hariz his choice of women will be invited to live hard and what is during the time to share it later.

Hariz parked his motorcycle in the yard. Slowly he stepped his long legs into the house that has carved many memories with his wife there.

Dhena is enjoying lunch alone. Reza slept alone in front of the television.

Dhena paused her activity that was scooping rice into the mouth. He looked up at Hariz.

"What are you talking about, Mas?"

"Mas wants us to be apart soon. You can find your own happiness out there with other men who are able to provide calm and peace in the household," Hariz said with a very heavy heart.

Hearing the request just now that came out from the lips of the man who had taken half his life made Dhena like being struck by lightning in broad daylight. His heart was broken into pieces. All this time the very thing she feared suddenly she had to hear from the man she had desperately defended despite the much suffering she had to endure during her life with her husband.

Dhena shifted the plate towards the side which had been in front of her since. His appetite suddenly evaporated shortly after hearing Hariz's words.

In fact, the rice on the plate that still remains a lot is no longer ignored by the small-bodied woman.

He got up from his seat and then ran towards the room leaving Hariz who was still flinching and pecking. Deep down inside the man was a burning sensation when he saw the woman who had been faithful to accompany him had to feel the wound with a one-sided decision from him.

Actually Hariz was very forced to do it all to his wife. Because he also has his own reasons until the brave heart takes steps that will certainly make Dhena's heart more torn and make it worse.

That's all he did just to fulfill the request of his own birth mother, Bu Aida, who had tried to force him to quickly release Dhena.

"Dary ... This mother is your parents, the one who gave birth to and raised you. Your paradise is on Mom's feet. If you let your heart down a little, don't expect your life to find happiness at any time. Remember that!" threaten Ms. Aida to her son at the time.

Hariz, who had been trying to strengthen his heart to defend Dhena, became uncompromising after the sacred woman increasingly issued an even more dangerous threat. Ms Aida said at the time that she would end her life if Hariz did not leave her soon.

On the other side, hariz's feelings are actually not the heart if Dhena must continue to live with him while will always get bad and painful treatment from Bu Aida who always considers Dhena as the unlucky woman in their family. Hariz thought, if Dhena had let go and found a man who was much better than him it would have helped Dhena a little to find happiness even though Hariz himself had to be willing to pawn the pain in his heart because it had to be strong and can let his wife go far from his life.

Hariz set foot towards the door of the room to catch up with Dhena. On the edge of the bed, Dhena was stunned alone, spilling all the pain and tightness that squeezed the chest cavity. Her tears kept splashing down her cheeks that were too dull because there was never time and cost to think about treatment. His time was spent only on taking care of the child and devoting himself to the man who became her husband.

"Why would you do this to me, Mom? Have you not been content to make me suffer since you presented Nelly as another woman in the middle of our family?" screeched Dhena with a trembling voice resisting the pain in the chest.

"If this is how. Then you're the same as killing me slowly, Mas," Dhena said in between her sobs.