You're Not Mine
Aisyah Go

"Dark, Yoga... What's wrong with you boys? Why is it so noisy even from below it sounds." Haris said to the couple. Netranya capture the condition of the room that is not as usual, he made sure between the child and his daughter-in-law is not okay.

Aisyah just looked down and was silent as well as Yoga.

"Son, whose name is marriage of course there will be a problem. And that is common, Papa hope you can solve your problems with a cool head. Remember don't like to make decisions in situations that are still ruled by emotions." It was indeed vaguely Haris heard little about what the two were debating. Coupled with the scattered state of clothing. More convincing himself.

"Okay, Papa, I'm sorry to interrupt the timing."

Haris nodded, he went back down and continued his activities.

"Darkah-"

"Enough, right now leave me alone. Whatever my decision will be, I will never approve of you wanting to separate Jihan from her son." Sergey Aisyah fast.

Yoga took a deep breath and walked out of the room. For now he let Aisyah be alone first. He also saw the phone that had been ringing, but he did not care. Let him skip work today. Aisha is more important than her job.

Aisyah threw her body to the floor. His heart was so sick, but he was also hard to cry. For a moment he took a long breath. Staring at the ceiling which he thinks can slightly relieve his emotions.

He looked around again, his clothes were still scattered. Slowly he got up and cleaned up the mess he made. But he did not return to the place as usual, he put everything in a suitcase. Although it has not crossed he will part with Yoga, but at this time he did not want to linger in this house.

Long enough Yoga waiting while sitting leaning on the living room sofa until the dhuhur adzan reverberate. He glanced for a moment at the door of his room, still closed and silent. He slowly got up and entered the room.

Aisha was wearing her face to pray. Yoga approaching.

"Dad.."

His call stopped Aisyah from her activities, his wife was just a glance.

"Please wait for me, let me be the priest." Pintanya.

Aisyah was silent for a moment before she nodded without turning to Yoga. Until a little smile and set foot to take the water.

With their full satisfaction, they are performing their worship at this time. Especially Aisyah, it's been a while since they've done this together. Several times he had a tear escape from his eyes.

Although reluctant, Aisyah still welcomed Yoga's hand and kissed him. Pun Yoga who buried his lips long on Aisyah's forehead. They closed their eyes to each other, considering that everything that had happened lately had made them come back to their senses and Aisyah slightly distanced herself.

Yoga looked at his wife who quickly took off her face. There is no such thing as Aisha stroking her head after prayer. He missed that moment so much. Really Aisyah is really far away from attack. His net caught the suitcase that had been neatly arranged, suddenly his heartbeat again thumped loudly.

"Dear..." He looked at the wife who was combing her hair. Seeming still wet, he intended to take the comb but the unfortunate precisely Aisyah quickly save it.

"Done." Short and flat.

"I can't hold this off for too long, Mom, I'll take care of our divorce soon. I hope you don't make things difficult."

Yoga closed his eyes. "No! Until I will never divorce you Aisyah. O Allah Aisha, how many times have I told you I did all this for your sake. Because I love you! Can't you just look into my eyes for a second?"

"But you have committed adultery with him. You think I don't know any of that. If you say everything from the beginning, maybe I'll take it a little. Butwhat? You hide all this, you don't appreciate me as your wife at all by marrying her secretly. I don't want to argue with you for longer. My decision has been unanimous, I will step down now. I congratulate you on your marriage." Aisyah quickly dragged her suitcase. Yoga is not bad, he also tried to stop Aisyah.

"Let alone Mas, our relationship has been so messed up like this. My heart that you've broken into pieces won't bring me back to what it used to be even if you keep me by your side..." Aisyah continued to struggle trying to escape from Yoga.

"No dear, please. Don't leave here, don't drive me crazy with this farewell Aisyah!"

"Let Go!"

"No, even a step away from here I'll never let that happen."

"I can't stay here anymore Pah. I can't afford to hang on with this son of yours anymore. Please let me go." Said Aisyah with her tears.

"But why Son?"

"Mas Yoga Pah, she's been having an affair, fornicating even her infidelity is pregnant. Papa remembered the last few Mas Yoga did not come home, it was because he was with her even married to her Pah."

"Is that Yoga?" Haris looked at Yoga with anger.

"No Pah, m-indid I marry her but I also have a reason for it all-"

Plaque. A hard slap floated on his cheek. Aisyah was shocked to see it all.

"Basal son does not know himself, it is very lucky that you became Aisyah's husband. You don't remember how hard it was for you to get it, but now? You stupidly made her turn away." Cynic words.

Yoga lowered his head, however he explained everything. His actions are not allowed at all.

"Now let Aisyah decide her choice." He stared at Aisyah nanar.

Aisyah who was still looking down slowly raised her face. "I'm sorry, I've chosen to withdraw from this marriage. Mas Yoga with her already existing child as a strengthening of the relationship between them. But not with me, I'm too fragile to go through it all. I'm not a good wife to her, anyway,"

"Don't talk like that Aisha."

"But the evidence is Mas Yoga turned on another woman Pah. Look at him who is so perfect that he is carrying his seed. I'm so lousy.."

"It's enough, son, don't you ever humble yourself in the face of a man who's even lower than you. You're perfect with everything that's attached to you, but Yoga alone isn't very grateful." Glancing at Yoga Sharp.

"Yes Pah I'm sorry, but I'm going to leave this house anyway. As soon as I take care of our divorce, ma'am." Aisha said with a tremble.

Yoga approached Aisyah, but Haris held her back. "No, not even at any time will I ever divorce you Aisha."

"It's enough Yoga, why do you keep it all. You just gave him a cut." Sergeh Haris to his son. "Go, son, don't you mind Yoga. God willing happiness awaits you outside this house." Aisyah nodded and greeted her father-in-law. However, Haris is a figure who really appreciates him as a daughter-in-law. He was like a father to her.

At the doorway, Aisyah turned her head to hear Yoga screeches.

"Aisha remembers, a wife who left home one step without her husband's permission is laknat-"

Plaque. Haris slapped his cheek again. "You must not forget, too, one tear drop that a woman gives out. 1000 sins to the man who hurt her!!"

Aisyah looked back at the quarrel between Father and child. "I'm sorry I made you guys like this." He muttered without being heard by anyone other than the person standing behind him.

"Content." Aisyah turned her head towards Haris and furrowed her forehead. Hearing Intan's name, he looked for the figure was already behind him.

"Bring Aisha away from here." Tell Haris to his nephew.

Intan nodded and embraced Aisyah's shoulder. Actually he was surprised by everything in front of him but his Uncle's orders were more important.

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