The Journey of the Love of the Haram Child
Chapter 19 Widow Flower

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A month has passed. This time Misela had already removed the fracture support in her hand. Misela can already do light activities such as typing on her laptop or eating alone. To ride a motorcycle he has not dared because it is still banned by doctors.

Today is his first call at the religious court located on the mountain sugih. Misela deliberately attended the call because this immediately adjusts her affairs with Rangga even though she is actually embarrassed because the age of her marriage is not even a corn.

Aldian swiftly accompanied Misela because Aldian also wanted her Kaka to find happiness soon.

It was unexpected that the trial went so smoothly and in accordance with Misela's wishes. For reasons and explanations Misela received by the judge then decided even today they are officially divorced and Misela officially holds the status as a flower widow.

Rangga looks so lunglai during the trial because it was reviewed with many questions from the prosecutor. Even he looks more regretful after the judge knocked the hammer and validated his divorce with Misela.

"Misela, are you sure we can't start all over again?" So Rangga said when he came out of the courtroom.

"Mas Rangga, according to what should we start again? About your affair or about your rude attitude?"

"Misela means..."

"Mas Rangga I said yes. I have forgiven all of Mas Rangga's deeds. I'm not a vengeful person. And I pray Mas Rangga can be happy with Mas Rangga's choice now that Nindi."

Misela turns away from Rangga but Rangga chases after her and pulls Misela's wrist.

"let go?" Aldian.

Rangga immediately let go of his hand.

"Don't you touch even a little bit of my Kaka body. Or I'll break your hand. Not satisfied you hurt his heart?" Jerky Aldian. Asalau Aldian is also a martial artist who has ever held the champion of one provincial level.

"Mas Rangga please don't do that again. We are not mahram. Mas Rangga was not able to hold my body. Be careful on the road. Assalamu'alaikum."

Aldian and Misela rushed to the parking lot and went home. While Rangga just fell silent staring at the back of the woman he had wasted.

Now surely more and more who glanced at Misela because the aura of the widow radiating makes Misela more and more look beautiful face let alone Misela is still a person who keeps her honor.

Misela never wears excessive makeup. Only thin powder and lipstick are nude colors and sometimes peach colors. Moreover, the look of Misela who always shar'i must be a lot that will tease him.

There wasn't much Misela thought about such an important thing. Misela is determined to get serious with her thesis and her lectures.

Trings

Trings

WhatsApp messages on Misela's phone have continued to ring since Misela's return from the religious court office.

Misela didn't see her phone right away. His body felt tired when he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

Tok

Tok

The sound of knocking on the door made Misela wake up.

"Don't you sleep?" Said Adel.

"Well, what's wrong with Mother?" Misela answered while pulling her body because she was still sleepy.

"You haven't prayed dhuhur loh."

"Astaghfirullah what time is Mother?"

"It's two o'clock for prayer."

"Astaghfirullah Misela during that nap? Why don't you wake up Misela from earlier."

"Mother is not. You are praying."

"Yes mom makasi ya already ingetin."

Misela rushed to carry out her duties as a devout Muslim.

Thirty minutes was Misela in jail. Misela tidied up the prayer utensils then to the kitchen and lunch.

"When do you go to college?" Ask Aldian.

"Tomorrow." Misela answered while enjoying her meal.

"But I can't get you to pick Kaka up every day."

"Em Kaka will be later."

"I'm sorry, Ka."

"Tumbent."

"Yes, Al can not help Kaka, Al apologized."

"Yes dek no papa anyways Kaka should also be more focused in order to join the early judicium."

"The spirit of Ka hehe."

Misela finished eating and went back to her bedroom and checked her phone.

"Fifty incoming messages? Who the hell is he from?"

Misela also pressed her WhatsApp application.

"Haaa?"

Misela gaping to find the one name that sends the most messages is Lecturer Dzakir.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"time to get off the buffer?"

"When is your divorce hearing?"

"Misela how's your trial? Erlina said today?"

"Why not get back?"

"You haven't come home yet?"

"Busy?"

"Oi.bales."

"Your bales or your thesis aren't finished?"

"When did you start college?"

"This message has been deleted."

"This message has been deleted."

"You haven't been home at this hour?"

"Bales don't worry me."

"This message has been deleted."

That is some of the message from Dzakir. Misela could only sigh deeply. Since the last one month Dzakir is very active in sending messages even if just asking him has eaten or has been praying yet. But Dzakir is not a teenager anymore who sends such an unimportant message.

But Misela always greeted the message with a smile.

Misela enters the chat room and replies to Dzakir's message.

"Wa'alaikumsalam sorry sir just reply. I was confused as to which one to answer. I'm going to college tomorrow and I'm planning to go to college."

It doesn't take more than a minute. The message Misela sent had already gotten a reply. But not a message reply but an incoming voice call.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam Sir. Why call?"

"I can't wait to type a message after dozens of messages I've ignored."

"Sorry sir, I haven't held a cell phone since."

"Oiya Don't cost you just stay at home Pak Cipto lecturer in Arabic. You know that house behind the campus?"

"Why should I follow my father's orders?"

"My color is worried. You also do not have to pay money. Mr. Cipto is on leave of work and one family went to Yogyakarta for quite a long time."

"Continue?"

"So you just stay there so it's good and the house is not quiet because Mr. Cipto asked me to find a student who needs a place to stay there while he was away."

"It's not good for me sir. He is no longer my teacher."

"Pak Cipto will ask that his house there is a care. You can get some of your friends to stay there."

"Seriously Sir?"

"Thousand rius."

"Alright sir I will stay at Mr. Cipto's house."

"good. I'll see you in the morning. Assalamu'alaikum."

Tut

Tut

The phone was cut off just like that before Misela answered a greeting from Dzakir. Like Dzakir was too happy to be able to talk to Misela.

"Haaa tomorrow morning?"

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