The Worship of Ex-Husband
Decisions

Word twisted his body, displaying a face full of regret in front of Hani. However, he needs time to catch up with Salma, explaining what really happened. And that situation, forced him to leave Hani who now wants to go home with him.

“Sorry, can you take a taxi? Ow, or I'll get you a cab first!” Sabda has moved to the side of the road, intending to find a taxi for Hani.

“Let me find it myself!” hani said, when Sabda never found a taxi. "Udah go there!"

Word closed his eyes tightly, trying to ease the rumbling that seemed unwilling to pass in his chest. Shouldn't he not have to be this confused? Supposedly, he could actually take off Salma— just like that day, where the religious court officially severed their marriage relationship.

“Hani—maaf!”

“Udah relax! go there!” drive Hani, push Sabda's body towards his car. “No need to hesitate, anyways we do not have any feelings.”

The word justifies Hani's words, other than because of the coercion of the two women they are just two people who do not beg each other. Sabda immediately stepped towards the car and immediately stuck the gas, set the steering wheel chasing Endra's car.

Word repeatedly turned on the horn, removing other drivers who tried to slow down. His mind is shriveled, his concentration broken. His heart tried to guess, about the last words Salma said; a lie. Indeed many lies he did during Salma amnesia. So, what lies does Salma know?

When he arrived in front of Salma's house, Sabda banged quite hard on the house. He knew Salma was in his house. So, as much as possible the Word forced Salma to open the door.

However, there was no response from Salma. The woman was still faithfully unmoved inside her house. "Sal, open the door!" The word seems not to care about the state of the house around.

“Sal, I can clear. Please, open the door first!” shouted the Word, his body was now in front of the window of Salma's room. "Salma ... Give me five minutes, Sal!" persuade the Word, his face looks so frustrated, when not getting any response from Salma.

Who is not frustrated, the ticket is already in his grasp, if tonight the problem is not resolved, tomorrow he can no longer relate to Salma. “Sal, five minutes—after that is up to you. If you feel you no longer need me. I'm gonna go away from you! If need—from the life of Ody too!” persuade the Word, who cannot think clearly. And after that the Word regretted the sentence that had just been spoken. That means, not only did he lose Salma, but Aundy as well.

And unfortunately, after that the Word saw a shadow that moved out of the room. Doesn't that mean Salma wants him out of his life? But whatever it is, the Word must hold fast to its words, it is a consequence of its decision.

Sabda hurriedly stepped towards the main door. A feeling of relief instantly perched in his heart upon seeing Salma standing on the lips of the door. However, a second later his blood flow rippled watching Salma's moist cheeks.

“What do you want to explain?! Is our relationship not clear? We're divorced. Maybe I haven't remembered that moment, but I'll believe that it's really a reality that I have to accept.”

“Sal, sorry I—

“Just don't want to make me hurt?" salma. "But in fact, the lies that have been Mas Sabda Lakin increasingly make Salma hurt.” Salma took a deep breath, her head looking up. Back to his view with the Word. “I'll remember everything. I'll remember if my husband Endra wasn't you. Endra loves me, not you who cheated on me. Go then! Thank you for being involved in my life.” Salma was about to close the door, but the hunt was held back by the Word.

“Sal, wait!” pinta Word's.

"I'm forced. I want to refuse Mr. Arif's request, but I want you to be fine! And Endra —" Word himself confused, suddenly his tongue is so difficult to move. He was afraid of mispronunciation and made Salma's amnesia worse.

“I still love you. I haven't been able to forget everything about us.” Self-conscious, he must be careful in speaking. But this is what is felt now. “But I know myself—if we are not destined to age until the end. Whether I'm with me or not, I hope your life will be happy.” The Word relented, though it felt twice as heavy as losing Salma the first time.

"I'm going! yeah, I'm gonna really stay away from you." The heart of the Word is so soft when faced with Salma. If not arrested, he might cry in front of Salma. But, this time he tried hard. “I pamit. Tomorrow I'll go to work.” The Word says softly, and clearly. Then he turned away from the main door of Salma's house, bringing the pain of his heart away from Salma's sight.

Just a few steps Sabda left the house, Salma's question again stopped his steps.

“What woman will marry you!”

The word that had turned to face Salma was suddenly heavy to nod its head. Hani is not his choice, in the future where can he love Hani? “Mom choice.” Sabda tried to smile towards Salma.

“May you be happy.” that sentence is followed by the main door that is closed tightly by Salma. The Word did not know what was going on behind the door, which clearly did not warrant the prayer Salma said. How could he be happy, if Salma wasn't there beside him.

This time, Sabda stepped back to his car. Sincerely not sincere, willing not willing to in fact it must be like this. Even if the two love each other, the Word cannot hold Salma to be his.

With a heavy heart, Sabda left that simple house. Now it's all over. There is no second chance to take back Salma's heart.

The further from Salma's house, Sabda increased the speed of the vehicle being driven. “Should it be like this?!” muttered Sabda, still feeling excruciating pain when she realized she had to take Salma out of her life.

Sabda hit hard steering wheel. It doesn't matter if the car's klason is on. He evaporated his emotions, by driving his car carelessly. Not caring about the screams of other bikers asking him to be careful.

Until a few minutes have passed, the ringing of incoming calls interferes with the concentration of the Word. Lifting the call, Sabda lowered the speed of his car. Then raise the call.

“Hallo, again where?” ask the man across the line.

“Again on the road, want to go home. What's up?” tanya Sabda, with a lazy tone.

“Mas knows, I have news that Mas Sabda may never have thought of.”

“What? Say it! I have to finish it before I get back to mine.” The half-hearted word responded to the words of the man across there.

Silent, Sabda waited for the man to say something. "Say, I'm tired, Nji!" the door on the banner.