The Regrets of the Child and Husband
PAS 10

Prong ...

The sound of a glass being slammed to pieces on the floor. Aliyah who was cleaning the dirty cup of her ex-husband's guest pretended not to hear. He continues his activities. Pretending to be deaf is sometimes better than continuing to argue that may not necessarily solve their problems. Especially in the house there are not only the two of them, but there are children who must be taken care of mentally. It is enough of her who is depressed by the behavior of the husband, but do not let her children also feel the impact.

"You're satisfied! Satisfied you, huh, have humiliated me in front of my office colleagues?" peekik Amar did not care that his children would hear his screams.

Aliyah's chest rumbled. It felt like his mouth answered the words that Amar uttered, but as much as possible he strengthened his heart. Keep questioning in your heart and say patient, patient, patient, Aliyah.

"Aliyah, are you deaf, huh? Why shut up, goddamn it!" since Amar while pulling the arm Aliyah who was walking carried a tray filled with empty glasses. The tray fell following the glasses until it made a loud sound from the broken glass. Scattering, Aliyah could only stare at the scattered glasses. Added one more job. If not immediately cleaned, fear that the fragment was stepped on by his children. Moreover, Gaffi and Amri have not been aware while walking. They often run around inside the house without seeing anything dangerous on the floor.

Aliyah let out a long breath. Regardless of Amar's whereabouts, Aliyah immediately took a broom and a pengki. Then painstakingly, Aliyah gathered a large shard of shard into a plastic bag. As for the small size, he swept it into a pengki to put in a plastic bag so as not to splatter.

"Aliyah, you know I hate being ignored. Looks like you're deliberately looking for trouble with me, aren't you?" yelled Amar again.

Then Amar took the ashtray on the table and threw it at Aliyah until it hit her head. Aliyah surprised. His eyes were rounded as he felt the impact of the hard object hit his head.

Slowly, he felt something warm running from the back of his head through his neck to his back. The pain should not be asked. Without that blow Aliyah had often felt tremendous pain in her head, so the blow only made her shock. Maybe because it was too sick or even often held the pain so Aliyah seemed to be okay. Though ... The pain is torturous.

Eyes glazed. Aliyah raised her head. He did not want to show his weakness. He didn't want to show his tears. Although he was now like an undead, Aliyah still did not want to complain. Allah is sufficient in the place of sighing.

'Yes Rabb, strengthen the servant.'

"Mom, Mbu" cried Gaffi and Amri together. The two children immediately ran and hugged the mother.

The face of Amri pias. He had unknowingly thrown the hard object into Aliyah's head. The loose gown and the instant headscarf that was wide enough in black made the fresh blood flowing from Aliyah's head invisible in Amar's eyes.

Instead of approaching the wife and checking her situation, Amar was indifferent as if he did not care. He presses the ego to care because for him all wrong Aliyah. Salah Aliyah embarrassed him in front of his friends. With an ego as high as the sky, Amar who had not really recovered from his pain actually chose to leave. Leaving Aliyah was not okay.

Shortly after, Nana appears.

"Mom, ask for money to buy a quota," said Nana without caring if Aliyah was silencing her sisters.

Aliyah looked up, "didn't you already have a kindly beautiful aunt? Just ask for her," replied Aliyah softly while enduring the pain.

Aliyah. He thought Nana took the report herself, but in fact it was Amar and Nafisa who took it. Aliyah felt guilty. She was like an unregarded mother. Even his own son prefers another woman to himself. How his heart was not broken. His heart that was originally broken because of Amar's attitude was increasingly destroyed because of his own daughter's attitude.

He stared at the face of Nana who was now also staring at the face of the mother who was completely pale. As if there was no blood flowing. Only the net only looked bright red. Implying deep wounds and disappointment to the princess who so dear to him. The daughter he took with all his heart at the expense of his body and soul. He did not expect just because someone new, his daughter could dump him like that. Aliyah was heartbroken. Heartbroken because of his own heart.

...***...

"Mas, that woman was your wife?" tanya Nafisa who was accompanying Amar in a cafe.

Amar let out a long sigh, then nodded.

"So bener? I guess, you weren't serious earlier, Mas," Nafisa said in a voice-dyeing.

"I don't feel at home. You see for yourself how it looks," complained Amar. Then he sipped his coffee.

"If you are not at home, why is it still maintained? Why not divorce?" cecar Nafisa without guilt let alone sin because it is the same as trying to damage the household of other women.

Amar took a long breath. Hearing the word divorce for some reason was like a big rock had fallen and hit his chest. Feels claustrophobic. Never imagined by him to divorce Aliyah even though he often felt bored and fed up with his wife.

Just now Amar wanted to answer Nafisa's question, suddenly his phone vibrated. A message came into his phone. In the notification, the sender's name is Aliyah. At first Amar felt lazy to open the message, but when the contents passed by at a glance made his heart beat hard.

With a feeling of remorse, Amar then opened the message. Amar was stunned after reading it. Just three words, but somehow it feels so stifling. Again his chest was hit by a hammer.

...[.I GAVE UP, MOM!]...

'What's this? Do you want to bully me? What can you do without me, huh? The wife doesn't know herself.'

I don't know why his chest suddenly rumbled. There is anger in his net. His high ego made him angry for not accepting what Aliyah said.

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