The Woman You Divorced Now You're Back
Part 1 introduction

Part 1's

For you to cherish my heart, I hope you are the soul mate that God has given me to accompany me for the rest of my life and help me towards your Jannah.

~Namira R.K~

My love for you is neither an illusion nor a delusion, I love you in silence and will be unable to express.

My love for you does not exceed my love for the creator who created me, you, and all that is on earth and its contents.

You're the man who first carved your name into the recesses of my heart making me laugh at myself imagining the future if my destiny is you! at the same time giving love and deep wounds when you propose to a woman who is none other than my biological brother.

Every night, I say your name in a third of the night so that you will be the priest God has given me.

A lot of things I wrote in the diary and told you what happened to you, but we don't know at all? proverbs say do not know then do not love and do not love then not love. I'm Namira Rayna Kusuma a good name, right? I was born to a father who I admire very much named Danu Sastro Kusuma and mother Dian Putri Jelita, yes my mother is very beautiful as her name is of course hehehe, I am the 2nd child of two brothers, mbakku named Cahya Putri Kusuma she is very beautiful even the curves of her face like a foreigner when we are not blasteran but native natives. I'm a very spoiled child with those I care about, but don't tell me who I am because I'm ashamed if anyone finds out I'm spoiled, because what they see is I'm a tough, unyielding girl.

"Mom's assalamualaikum, Rana came home" I told the mother who was arranging food at the dinner table.

"Wa'alaikumsalam" answered my mother.

"Mother Rana kangen is the same mother" I cried in a whining tone and hugged my mother.

"You've grown up but you're still spoiled for mother, ashamed of your mother" replied the mother, pointing to the mother who was behind me.

I saw that Cahya came out of the room and met us and mocked because I was always spoiled like a child he said, well, what a little boy is funny means I am funny and cute dong.

"Mbak has come home, since when, why not tell Rana first, Rana kangen same mbak, mbak brought by gak? just be careful if not" ask me in a row like the police interrogate the suspect and while hugging tightly mbak I missed.

"You are, it is always what you ask every mother to come home, instead of asking what is the news, healthy or not, instead of asking by him where" answered my mother by sending my ears anxious.

"Hehehe sorry mbak, mana by me" asked me again with a very annoying grin for him.

"There's on the bed in my bedroom, take it for yourself" he replied, letting go of my arms.

"Thank you mbak, mbak is indeed the best mbak" my praise to mbak Cahya, while mbak Cahya just rolled her eyes lazy to hear my words.

"Hoek" he said while mimicking a person who was vomiting.

"If there is by him aja muji mbak" said mbakku who is right on target.

"Heheya".

I immediately ran into the room mbak Cahya to pick up the souvenirs that Mbak Cahya said earlier, when I came across a paper bag with the logo of one of the famous brands in Australia then I immediately opened which turned out to be the contents of typical Aussie clothes and a small bag that is very funny in the form of a kangaroo head (uh cute, cute, surely I would look so funny if I used this with my mint-colored gamis) my inner imagination, after that I went down not forgetting to close the room and then bring the mini bag that I put in my hand and pose ala-alaa top model, I put it in my hand, then followed them to the kitchen after putting the bag on the living room sofa.

"Mother, Rana help arrange the dishes yes" I said in order to help her.

"Does kid, you change your clothes there after it comes down and straight to lunch" he said.

"Every first lady" I replied as I put my hand on the temple of the eyes showing the soldiers who are respectful while my mother and mother just rolled her eyes lazy must be in the heart of both of them began again deh attitude alaynya.

I also took the stairs to my room located on the third floor of my house which is quite large, and, my room was the only one on the third floor because I didn't want anything to bother me when I wrote the diary, and the reason, too, if I cry no one will hear my cry. Never mind that I will change my clothes using the house clothes I used to wear everyday patterned frogs, then I go downstairs to eat, and then I go downstairs, my stomach was filled because after breakfast I went to school and studied which resulted in my brain being empty and my stomach being hungry, hehehe if you remember the cuisine cooked by my bidadar surely this saliva will drip when you remember the cuisine is very tasty and most delicious in the world. I went down the stairs and I frowned when I saw a man I knew, and maybe his parents had a serious conversation with him. Or maybe his arrival here has an important purpose yet there is no way he stopped by this house to meet me upss I always fantasize if Faiz came here to meet his beloved daughter this father.

"Ehh, there's Faiz mas" said I was friendly to Faiz who was watching me come down the stairs.

"Yes deck, I have business here".he answered to the point.

If you want to know that Faiz was my first love, he made me laugh, and he was so handsome, let me describe his face! she had beautiful eyes her eyes were as deep black as a moonless night and a star that filled the sky, a sharp nose like a child's slide, a firm jaw, a sharp jaw, dimples in both so that if he smiles hemm will be very very very handsome mashaalah (ah I'm too much sorry ya) favors where else you deny. Lah kok so I am the more, hehehe understand if it is near mas Faiz I will be wrong behavior. The name of the person likes to be sure kek gini if you have met yakan. Uh or just me?? if you feel in love like this, understand this for the first time.