Wife President's Deposits
Chapters. 2 Farewell

"You don't look for my faults!" kilah Soraya was nervous.

"Don't fool me again Soraya, I've had enough patience with all your behavior. Go back to being a good wife and mother to Zahra and I will forgive you because Zahra needs you so much!" pinta Edward suppressed his ego strongly for the happiness of everyone.

"All for Zahra and all my faults. Have you ever thought that all these problems arise because of you!" pointing Soraya at Edward made the man's face crimson, his hands clenched tightly but he still held back.

"Say where's my fault?" edward said firmly but remained calm while advancing a few steps. His breath began to hunt.

"You've been traveling a long time leaving me, once you get home it's late at night too. Tomorrow you have to go again. When you're off instead of that day being the time of the two of us you're having an affair with the maps that are in your study. You don't think about me, you only care about your own business. Channeling your desire after completion and then sleeping without heeding my feelings, as if I was just your doll," said Soraya. Edward's eyes turned red instantly, his jaw was seen tightening and the jaw on his neck was moving up and down. His hands were already open wanting to levitate a slap for his wife but if that was the case he did all this trouble would never be over.

"I'm a woman who needs attention, if others give me that need then don't blame me for turning away from you."

Edward laughed sinisterly then looked towards Soraya with a sharp, cold and hurt look.

"Then what do you want?" ask Edward

"I just want to be apart from you!" answer Soraya. Edward's eyes widened instantly. He had not expected the parting phrase to come out of Soraya's lips so easily. He swallowed his stifled Saliva rubbing his face then took a deep breath, regulating his emotions. Reverse body.

"Akh!" wrathful indeed.

"After ten years of our marriage, you say the farewell sentence so lightly. Have you ever thought about my heart and Zahra's?" point to Edward in a low but stressed voice.

''Just because Zahra I still survive to this moment, I am tired of our fighting routine. I want to finish it." Soraya walked out of the house, but her hand was cut off by Edward.

"I'm not finished talking yet!" edward shouted.

"It's Edward, we both need time to be alone. Now I want to get out of this house and think about it all again." Soraya brushed aside Edward's hand and walked away without even looking back.

Edward could only look at the passing of the woman he loved so much with a broken heart.

His body sagged for a moment. He sat himself in a chair and rested his elbows on his knees. His two thumbs massaged his dizzy head. Is that going to be good for Zahra? The boy is now closed and depressed. She needs someone to comfort her child who is definitely not Soraya because she just loves her world.

Edward is unaware that his quarrel with Soraya is noticed by Zahra from upstairs. The boy could only tightly clench his two lips. He hugged his father but could not. His legs were still very sore to move, he could only look at his father's grief from afar.

"Dad .. ." muttered Zahra Lirih who was also sick to see the quarrel. And she felt guilty because she was the one who caused them to split up.

"Bak let's just go back to the room" Zahra asked her nanny, shrieking in a hoarse voice.

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In the morning, in a simple house Deya woke up with a fresh face full of enthusiasm. He looked at the sun from the window his mother had opened. The wind that is still cold blows it.

"For the world, will my life today be as bright as yours?" Deya smiled and reached under her pillow looking for a 3G phone that always accompanied her away. Even though it is a old-fashioned mobile phone, at least it can be the only communication tool he has to connect with outsiders.

He saw some messages from Lia. Pictures of the dinner Lia had with her contract husband and pictures of the food she had eaten. Also some important messages for him.

Lia wrote some messages for him. "Get over to my house later this afternoon before lunchtime, okay!"

"Asiap," Deya wrote in her message.

Deya's heart was pounding with the message Lia had conveyed. Did Lia already get a contract husband candidate for her?

The nervousness attacked him again. What should he do now? Deya looked at the clock on the wall. It's been seven more than forty minutes.

From her home to Lia's apartment takes two hours if you get direct city transportation. If it does not get stuck and no other problems are blocking its journey.

He slowed down and walked down and went into the bathroom.

Ratmi, Deya's mother, shakes her heart when she sees Deya. The sense of failing to bring his child a better life made him slump. Her face bowed as she sat in front of her husband. The clear circle came back down without being prevented.

"Please, Mom, I feel it the same way. It all feels heavy for both of us. We can only pray, that Deya may have a good path and a good life after this. We can't prevent him but don't judge him because he needs our full support" Seto said. Ratmi looked at her husband's face.

"Don't think I agree with his move. It's better for me to lose this house than to see Deya destroyed. But we cannot prevent the child's desire. I'm afraid he's gone and rebelled against us."

Ratmi plopped down in her husband's chest and poured out grief through her sobs. Seto hugged his wife and gently rubbed Ratmi's back. He felt that he failed to carry out his duties as the head of the family, causing his family to suffer like this.

After taking a shower and tidying herself up Deya carried the bag out of the room. He walked past his family by lowering his head.

"Deya, eat first, son," called her mother softly. Deya looked up at the mother, father and two sisters who were staring at him. The pain came back to him.

A smile rose from Deya's lips making her grim face bright again. Deya sat down on the chair next to her youngest sister.

"No chocolate for you" whispered Deya and took two chocolate bars from her bag.

His sister's eyes were delighted. They immediately took the chocolate.

"Thank you, brother," said the two.

"That's all?" ask Deya. The two of them immediately approached Deya and kissed her brother on the cheek.

Deya smiled happily.

"Sorry Mom, I woke up late so I couldn't help my mom make a cake" Deya said.

"Today, I'm off to make a cake" replied Ratmi with a tight chest. He hugged Deya and expressed his concern about the forbidden work his son wanted to do. But he held himself back.

"Oh, whoa! Eggs of cow's eye with soy sauce. It's my favorite food, ma'am." Deya spooned the rice to her plate and took one cow's eye egg and then sprinkled soy sauce on it. Deya ate voraciously this morning. Although simple, this food tastes delicious to them.

Seto looked at his son with a thin smile that was almost invisible. The child is now able to choose what is good and what is not. He believed Deya would not do things that would tarnish his religious values.

After finishing with her meal, Deya looked towards the watch. It's nine o'clock. He stood up and said goodbye.

Deya ran through a narrow alley that was only fifty cents wide. Along the way, people were seen greeting him. Finally he was able to get out of that narrow alley and walk towards the highway.

"Deya, spirit," he murmured to himself.

He was about to cross the road when a car nearly crashed and made him fall on the hot asphalt.

"Awww... ," cried Deya in pain.

He held his bloody elbow.

"Sir, are you okay?" asked a man with a towering body up who was beside him. The glare of the sun makes a man's face not clearly visible.

The man then helped Deya stand up.

"If driving a car carefully dong, Om. Om look! My elbow was bleeding from the fall. If I hadn't dodged it, I would have been dead" Deya exasperated.

"But you can still stand up straight, right," the man replied as he smiled a ignorant smile.