The Imperfect Story
Chapter 12

If you can survive, keep it. But if surviving will only bear the pain, stay away. Perhaps this is also one form of answer from the Creator.

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"Mom Kia, here's the food I've prepared!" Shouted Maak Asih from out there.

"Well, you eat first, Kia." said Vita got up to open the door but her hand was held back because Kia first pulled it.

"But you have to tell me about Ismail, Vita." Kia held onto Vita's hands with a sad look.

"But you have to eat, Kia. I don't want you to get sick." Vita said he didn't want to be denied.

"Come, tell me, please, Vita." Kia begged.

"Okay, okay. Actually, Ismail still loves you. "vita said doubtfully.

"Huh?" Kia was confused then flinch, while Vita took a tray carried by Mbak Asih.

"Why would he divorce me?" Kia thought about it.

"Here, you eat first." Vita thrust out a plate filled with food but Kia shook her head in reluctance.

"If you don't want to eat, okay! Its nothing. I'm gonna go. Assalamualaikum." Vita got up after that to step foot up to the door. Then he turned around again while saying,

" Oh, Yes. Don't burden yourself like that just because of Ishmael. Relax, I will help you persuade Ishmael to come back to you. Eat, then rest. I know you need time to get used to it." said Vita then left Kia. While Mbak Asih is chasing, there are things he wants to make sure.

"Bu Vita, is it true that Mother Kia and Mr Ismail are getting divorced? What about Zayn?" ask Mbak Asih.

"God willing, they will not divorce. Pray for the best for them. I'll go first." Vita left Mbak Asih.

"Actually what do you want to say to me, Vita. Why do I feel like you're keeping a big secret yet you're too reluctant to be honest with me." Kia murmured inwardly as she recalled a piece of unresolved sentence.

Meanwhile in the car, Vita presses the 'dial' button on one of her contacts.

Tuutz .. The sound of the call was immediately answered.

"Whatever happens, I hope you don't divorce Zaskia. Remember that!" titah Vita's.

"You have no right to interfere in my household matters with him, Vit! I still stick with the decisions I make!" Then decided on the call unilaterally.

"But, Hello ... Ishmael!" no answer because the call has been interrupted.

"Suck!" Vita slammed her phone backwards.

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Zayn went down the stairs to the kitchen where Mbak Asih struggled. A woman who accompanied her days from childhood until now.

"Sir, what's the divorce?" asked Zayn innocently pulling the hand of the Asih Maid who was cutting vegetables.

"Divorce means to separate. Uh, Zayn heard where the word came from?" mbak Asih asked after answering a question that made Zayn confused. Put the kitchen equipment that is being used, lowered his body to be in line with the boy.

"So Zayn heard from Mama with Aunty talking about divorce. Huhu, Zayn does not want Mama and Papa divorced." shed already tears of their children.

"Zayn don't think about it. Ma'am always pray for the harmony of the household Mother and Tuan always survive and they do not become divorced. So, Zayn did it too. Ask God what is best for them. God will grant the do'a of a sholeh child." explained Mbak Asih while hugging the child of his master.

"Yes, Mother. Zayn will pray for Mama and Papa so they don't get divorced" Zayn said sincerely with a voice trembling slightly as her tears still wet her lips.

"Patient, yes, Zayn. May Allah grant your do'a." murmured Mba Asih in heart.

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The night air is now increasingly cold when the full moon perched in the middle of a dark sky sprinkled with stars.

The terrace page that looks dark is not as usual. Ismail then turned off the engine of his car and entered the house, lucky lock the house he always brought everywhere so there is no need to wake the occupants of the house who are resting.

Chequelek

Ismail opened the door and saw Zaskia lying down curled up without a blanket to cover her body from the cold of the room. Want to envelop but afraid if Zaskia woke up and will make the atmosphere become noisy to wake everyone.

Ismail immediately moved towards the closet located in the corner of the room. Ismail then took a large suitcase, in the arrangement of his clothes into it.

Feeling that her calmness was disturbed by the sound of a grumpy voice in the corner of her room, Kia opened her eyes. He looked at the figure of a man who had missed him for a few days.

"Ismail, what are you doing?" tanya Kia approached the man who was still her husband.

"I took the goods." he said calmly.

"I asked you once again, are you serious about divorcing me?" tanya Kia approached Ismail who was still busy with several pieces of clothes in his hands.

"Yes, I'm serious about what I say."

"Don't you feel sorry for Zayn?"

"I'm so sorry, that's why I'm doing this."

"meaning?"

"I don't want Zayn growing up in a toxic environment like this."

"Haha, so you think I'm such a woman?" Kia laughed softly while shaking her waist.

"Already, Kia. I don't want to fight with you anymore, okay. I've made a decision, please respect my decision." Ishmael shifts Kia's body which blocks her movement.

Kia shook, her heart was already sick enough to be torn because of the word that was thrown from Ishmael's mouth. Kia twisted the brain, how to be able to maintain a household that was already on the edge of the horn.

"For now, I live somewhere else. And the Zayn thing, you don't have to worry. I'm not going to ignore the responsibility of being a father to him." Ismail explained as he closed his suitcase.

"I'm sorry. I have to go now." Ismail pulled his suitcase downstairs. Kia is trying to catch up.

"Mail, wait! Then what about me?" his eyes rolled out clear water.

"Why did you just leave me? Where was the promise you made when you married me?" asked Kia sobbing.

"Promise? Then I ask, which promise did you say would change your nature? All this time I've been patient, but I'm sure you'll never be able to change, Kia."

"No, Mail. I'm gonna try to change for you, okay? Please don't leave me. I'm gonna change."

"No, Kia. I know you well."

"I promise, Mail. I'm going to change, this time trust me. Give me one more chance. Please forgive me." Kia pleaded until she wanted to bow at Ishmael's feet.

"Hey, Kia. Wake up! Listen to me carefully, if you want to change you should have changed a long time ago. The problem is obvious, isn't it, that you're like this." Ismail cupped Zaskia's face to explain as calmly as possible.

"But I will change, Ishmael. " Kia held Ishmael's hand still flanking his face.

"Kia, you don't have to change. Because I'm the one who's gonna change."

"What do you mean, Mail?"

"Yes, I've been conscious all along. You can't force someone to change what they want. Since you can't change, then let me change." Ishmael left Zaskia.

"Wait, Mail!" yelled Kia who was still sitting tight but Ishmael did not heed.