The Fall of Talak 3
Turns out he Never Wanted Me

The sun was shining so bright this morning, unlike Zhezha's grim face like a scar in her heart. Dark fog still enveloped his qolbu back then. 

A big question still hung in his heart without any definite answer.

Yesterday when they were together at the temple, Yoga looked fine, but why in a short time it changed. 

Zhezha asked again in his heart. ' Am I forcing Yoga too much? but I never forced him. It's just a deal between us, and if he doesn't love me. Why did he have to come and propose to me, ' Inner Zhezha.

Zhezha glanced back over the bed as he saw the movement from Yoga. 

Yoga gets up and goes straight to the bathroom. After the husband got out of their bed. Zhezha then approached the bed and tidied it up.

The flowers are still fresh, beautifully arranged in place, unlike Zhezha who looks wooden with eyes that are so sad.

Zhezha approached the sofa in their room while putting a tray containing their breakfast.

Then he approached the window and saw a beautiful view around the hotel.

There are actually many destinations that they can visit around the hotel. In addition, the hotel also has quite complete facilities, they should be able to spend their honeymoon and enjoy time together in the place.But unfortunately Yoga does not have much time. 

Yoga out of the bathroom with a towel. Then he pulled out his suitcase and picked up a few pieces of clothing.

Zhezha threw her face the other way, trying not to care what her husband did. 

***

Yoga is done wearing his full outfit.

" Zhe, are you ready? " tanya Yoga without looking at Zhezha, at that time she was putting her watch on.

" Are you ready?where are we going, man? " ask Zhezha.

" We're checking out now, Zhe. You want to go straight away, or stop by your parents' house first? " ask again.

" Of course stop by Mas, I'd like to take some of my clothes, "he said.

" Have you had breakfast? " tanya Yoga is back.

" No, I'm waiting for you, " said Zhezha honestly.

Yoga no longer works. After being ready with his business, Yoga approached the sofa and sat on the sofa.

" We have breakfast first, "he said. 

Zhezha stared at Yoga, no romantic greetings let alone a warm kiss to control their morning. 

the two sat facing each other. 

Yoga was like enjoying breakfast in the morning, while Zhezha felt he was full because he remembered the treatment of Yoga last night. 

After breakfast they headed straight to the Zhezha family's residence. 

Zhezha still had questions in his heart. Maybe one day this question can be answered on its own. 

In the car Zhezha several times glanced towards Yoga which looks ordinary. There is no talk between the two, because Zhezha himself feels sorry for Yoga who is now like a stranger in front of him. 

***

A few minutes into the trip they arrive at Zhezha's parents' residence. 

The arrival of Zhezha was welcomed with happiness and by both parents, understandably in addition to happy to see Zhezha who has held the status of a wife, who automatically aborted the title as a spinster in the lampung. But they are also sad, now the only daughter will leave their home and hometown to follow the husband. 

" Assalamu'alaikum, " said Zhezha at the door. 

"Waalaikumsalam," said Yanto and Meli simultaneously. 

"Assalamu'alaikum, " Yoga gives greetings. 

" Waalaikumsalam, "the greeting was said by both parents of Zhezha. 

The two entered the house and sat in front of Zhezha's parents. 

At that time Mr. Yanto's face looked so pale. 

" Daddy is sick? Why does it look pale? " ask Zhezha. 

" So, Dad is just tired of Zhe, after standing up to greet guests last night, "sohut Yanto with a breath of breath. 

Seeing Yanto not feeling well, Zhezha whispered in her husband's ear. 

" We'll just delay, yes, our return. I'm still not feeling well, "whisper Zhezha. 

" It's up to Zhe, you want to stay here, take care of your father or come with me, "so say Yoga with a tone of speech and a face that looks flat

Hearing that, Zhezha got more confused, he bowed for a while to think. 

" You go with your husband Zhe, because he has more right to you.Again, mother is there to take care of your father, " said Meli. 

Huk huk, Yanto coughing. 

" Yes Zhe, I'm fine. Go, " continued Yanto when he saw the doubt on Zhezha's face. 

The decision was taken quickly by Zhezha. 

" Well if father and mother give permission, Zhezha said first, "said Zhezha as he approached his parents then he knelt on the back of his parents' hands. 

" Zhezha ma'am, yes, " said Zhezha with haru. 

They both deliver the departure of Yoga and Zhezha to the doorstep. 

Before leaving Zhezha hugged his parents, the roar of tears could no longer be dammed, it was actually heavy for him to leave Yanto who was sickly. 

***

The journey to the city is about six hours. During the trip the atmosphere felt quiet. Both chose to be quiet. 

To disappear sleepiness during the trip Yoga chose to play music on his playlist rather than talk to Zhezha. 

Six hours passed by in silence, Zhe zha himself had fallen asleep several times and woke up while on the way. 

When she regained consciousness, Zhezha opened her eyes, and was a little shocked when she saw the state of the road that was so full of motorists and cars. 

" Have we reached the city? " ask Zhezha while rubbing her eyes. 

" Yes, "short Yoga practice. 

After that, there was no other conversation. A few minutes later, the Yoga car came into the basement of a tall and magnificent building. 

" It's up to Zhe, "pronounce Yoga when the car stops and is parked neatly. 

Yoga takes off the seatbelt, so does Zhezha. Both of them came down almost simultaneously from inside the car. 

After removing their luggage, Yoga walked to the elevator in the basement followed by Zhezha. . 

Both of them got into the elevator. Yoga touches the number 8 on the elevator panel. 

" Where are we going? " ask Zhezha in surprise. 

" We'll stay here Zhe, "Sahut Yoga. 

Zhezha smiled as she looked around the elevator. 

" This is your apartment, huh Mas? "ask zhezha. 

" Yes, and soon it will be yours, too" replied Yoga. 

" Mine of me mas? ask Zhezha in doubt. 

" Yes, aren't you my wife? You'll also own half of my assets. 

How happy Zhezha is, not because the apartment will be his, he is happy because of Yoga's good treatment of him. 

'It turns out I was wrong to suspect, maybe Yoga mas tired because that's why he was a little indifferent to me. ' Inner Zhezha. 

Ting elevator door open.

Zhezha stepped happily.Hearing the words Yoga just now, Zhezha back excited. There is new hope for the home. 

***

Both arrived at their homes. While pushing the door Yoga pulled his suitcases. 

Zhezha was amazed to see the decorations and some of their home furniture that was designed with a minimalist concept. However, it looks so beautiful and elegant. 

Zhezha smiled happily while wiping away her harrowing tears. 

" he! " Call Yoga. 

" Yes Mas, "sahut zhezha as he approached Yoga who was busy removing items from his suitcase. 

" In this house there are two rooms, which one do you choose? " tanya Yoga while sorting and choosing between her and Zhezha's stuff. 

Zhezha looked at the room beside her. 

" This one alone, " said Zhezha as he patted the door of the room. 

Yoga gives a glimpse. 

" Well, put your things in that room! " the command of Yoga he went to another room. 

Zhezha was again shocked to see Yoga walking into the door of the other room. 

" You mean we split up Mas's bed? " question Zhezha with a bitter heart, try to hold back her tears. 

Yoga turned his head then approached Zhezha. 

" Yes Zhe, "the answer is flat. 

" Hiks, but why Mas? "asked Zhezha half-crying. 

"Zhe, I'm actually marrying you, not because I want you."

As struck by lightning Zhezha heard the saying Yoga. Zhezha was silent, in shock. 

" I married you just for revenge because your father once insulted me. Now I've proven to your father that if I deserve you, and maybe right now, you're the one who doesn't deserve me! "Check Yoga. 

As struck during the day, Zhezha widened his pupils in shock after being showered by Yoga with his harsh words. 

The tears were unstoppable again, flowing swiftly. There was no sound of sobs heard from Zhezha whose body was still riveted. Only tears that fell scattered down his face. 

Seriate.