The Passion of the Actor
Chapter 18's

The night wind swept over Dika's stiff face through the window of the room she opened. The husband and wife are still locked in divorce.

Not to be bid, Raya still wants a divorce. There is no reason to keep their home. Initially there are prospective children, which may be a bridge to improve their households that have been destroyed. But now, it's gone, so why are we still together?

Dika did not accept the request of Raya. That's obvious. Over two hours of arguing, and Raya had already come to her decision, leaving this house. Full of heartache, the woman packed her things, stuffed into the suitcase that used to be where she brought her clothes from the village, when Dika brought her to the city, after their marriage.

"Until now, I will not divorce you. I love you, Ray!"

"That's not Love. One heart cannot love two women at the same time! You just feel responsible for me, not wanting to let me be miserable out there. Don't worry, I'll be fine" Raya said, wiping away her tear marks.

Her clothes are all packed, and tomorrow she'll be out of the house. Even her in-laws asked her to leave tonight, but Dika strictly forbade, pulling Raya's hand to enter the room.

That night, Raya who was lying on the bed, looked at the back of Dika who was sleeping on the sofa. He wanted to satisfy his eyes looking at the man who had been sharing his love and affection with him for two years. Who would have thought the fate of their household would run aground so quickly?!

In the depths of her heart, Raya still loves her husband who tomorrow may never be her husband again. But he could not want to be in the circle of a household inhabited by three hearts.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I can't stay with you. Let go of me, Mom. I pray you and your new wife are happy."

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There was a black circle under the eyes of Raya. How not, he did not sleep, just cried and mourned his life. After facing the Creator, Raya prepared breakfast. Perhaps this was his last devotion in his family.

Waiting for the other occupants to wake up, Raya who had prepared her luggage beside her feet, sat in the living room. It was Titin who first met him face to face. Staring cynically towards the Kingdom, then with his tail his eyes glanced at the luggage belonging to the Kingdom. "I don't think you've got any shame, and stay here."

Raya did not respond to Titin's taunts. He just closed his eyes, squeezed the side of his pants, to dampen his emotions.

"I'm saying goodbye, Mom. Sorry if all this time I've been bothering mom and also Mas Dika. I'm sorry, if I can't be your dream daughter-in-law who pleases you." Raya got up, about to greet Titin, half-heartedly received the hand of Raya, but the woman threw away her face, not willing to see the face of Raya.

"I haven't allowed you to leave yet, why did you make a unilateral decision?" Dika's voice boomed, his panic surfaced when he found his wife was already preparing to leave.

"When you don't have to defend this woman anymore. After all, it's good that she asked for a divorce, so don't be a burden on your dependents anymore. Go!" Titin broke Dika's speech.

Lani he behind Dika just stared triumphantly at Raya. Mission succeeded. The barrier to being the only mistress in this house, she had already gotten rid of.

"Mas, there's no point in aggravating the situation. Just follow what you want, after all, I told you I don't want to be combined. You can't leave your affair, and I don't want to be combined either, so the best way is for us to get divorced."

"Don't put me in a difficult position, Ray. You know, Lani and you are equally important in my life." Dika repeated his whining again like last night, sitting in front of Raya.

"Sorry, Mas. It's no use. Now just this? I'll stay, but you can't remarry. You willing? no, right?"

Dika. His mouth was locked by Raya's talk. Just staring at the face of the woman he still loved. "Alright, if that's what you want. "Oh, Rayana Hasianna, I'm a triple talaq, you're today!" dika's voice trembled, the sentence he said with one breath until the tears of Raya came back.

"Dad, forgive your daughter," inwardly, considering that her father's face was suddenly clearly drawn in the corner of her eye.

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Raya is still sitting in front of the stall on the side of the road. Looking blankly ahead. He has no place to go. He also has no plan for what. In the suction back the tea shoots that half an hour ago served by the owner of the stall.

After the word talak, with a feeling of destruction, but not denied, there was tucked away a feeling of relief, Raya stepped her legs. Ordering a destination-free online motorcycle, which is important not to see the three people in the room. "What do I have to do now?" his great-grandson closed his eyes. Sleepy and tired, at the same time felt. During these two days, he had really not slept an hour. Crying and lamenting his fate that has lost his baby.

"I'm tired, I'd better go to the hotel. I want to sleep. Why am I crying over all this!" he said firmly, opening his handbag that he sled earlier. Putting out 10 thousands and walking towards the cashier.

He's got to skimp. In his current account there is still a lot of money. But he can't be wasteful.

Raya stepped in doubt, there was a busway stop ahead, so to save, it was better to take public transportation to the hotel.

Bruk!

The suitcase that he put on the shoulder of the road was suddenly hit by a matic motorcycle rider who lost his direction, because it was chased by a large motorbike from the back. The suitcase became a hindrance, until the matic rider fell and just then, the burly man riding the sport bike came down. Hit the face of the man who Raya guessed must have snapped, then took the bag of the woman he had been holding from the beginning.

The crowd came from behind, approaching them. "Here, ma'am, the bag" said the man opening the helmet. Some of the men who were there took the snatcher to a nearby police station.

"Thank you, son." The man just nodded, then the victim who felt grateful his bag passed.

The man with shaky steps, left the scene of the crime. "Hey, stop right there!" shouted Raya who managed to stop the man's steps.

"Huh? What's up?"

"What's up? lookit! My suitcase is destroyed." delicately Raya glared sharply at the man.

"While, who hit who, who's responsible!" The man's ejek smiled wryly.

"But this is all because you're chasing that matic guy, he's getting in the fog and bumping into my suitcase."

The man looked at Raya's cute face. When Raya gets angry, she assumes that the girl is adorable. "Where are you going to get a suitcase?"

"It's none of your business. What are my suitcase wheels?"

"Well, we're looking for a new one." The man had already lifted the suitcase and kicked to the roadside of the shattered suitcase wheel. "Come, up!"

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Hi, thanks for being faithful. Sorry I haven't been able to get crazy up, duh, a lot of work on RL. Who is this kind-hearted man? don't forget to support me, and stop by, who knows