You're Not Mine
Single-minded

"Bas stubborn!" Mumbled Aisyah who was staring at Yoga continued to sit beside her house. She had been asleep for two hours, and during that time it turned out that her ex-husband still did not want to leave.

He let out a rough sigh, immediately taking the instant hijab and wearing it.

"Where are you going Aisyah?" The father who was watching tv.

"Out Well, Mas Yoga is still there. It's hot right now. I'm afraid he'll get sick." Her great-grandson looked down.

Fahmi stared lazily at the window, indeed from earlier he continued to pay attention to the state of his daughter-in-law.

"For what? Will you change your decision? Didn't you think about everything carefully."

"Yes Dad, but am I wrong to worry about him. However I was still his wife, Dad would allow me to meet him for a while." Pinta Aisha.

"All right, it's up to you. But remember Aisyah, whatever she says, I hope you can respond wisely. Determine the decisions you see of yourself that you place from all sides, not just from one side."

"Yes Dad, I understand. Thanks.." Fahmi just nodded in response.

"Where is Ayesha Mas?" Melati asked who had just come and looked at her daughter who went out.

"Look!" Point it at someone who is standing with his chin. Melati widened her eyes.

"Is he there?"

"Yes." Yeah." Answer Fahmi briefly.

Aisyah looked pityfully at Yoga who looked limp and pale. Even Yoga is still not aware of the presence of Aisyah.

"Mass?" Call Aisyah, Yoga who feels a touch on her shoulder also repels. His eyes widened as if he could not believe her Aisyah.

"Dad." Lirih Yoga accompanied a thin smile on her pale lips. He wanted to embrace Aisyah's body, but yet it happened he felt her body floating and dark.

...***...

With heavy Yoga opened his eyes, I don't know if he remembers anything. One thing that is expected is Aisha. It turned out to be true, Aisyah was now in front of him with a face that looked a little worried.

Again a smile was on his face. "D-"

"Ck, you think that mimicking the scenes on TV waiting for women for hours is easy? Look, it can't be stylish anymore. Just bother." Cecar Farah who was upset was also anxious about the behavior of his sister-in-law.

Melati touched Farah's shoulder to shut up, "How are you doing, son? It shouldn't have to be that way." Soft words.

Yoga just dipped and felt embarrassed too. Fahmi was only speechless to see his daughter-in-law, despite the pity in his heart. Aisha gave up drinking water for her husband.

"Thank you." Tweets Yoga. Aisyah nodded.

"Can I talk to you?" Ask Yoga later.

Aisha looked towards her family. Fahmi gave a nodding gesture and invited the others to leave the two of them. Farah raised a sharp gaze but the Mother actually continued to pull him.

Aisyah sighed harshly after all leaving, then looked at Yoga.

"What do you really want?" Ask her limp and puffed up.

"It was by allowing you to go here so you could calm your mind. But I really can't figure out why did you decide to divorce me, even take care of it?"

Aisyah takes off the hand that is in the grasp of Yoga. He moved towards the window.

"For what we keep it Mas, our marriage relationship can no longer continue. There will only be fights and squabbles every day."

"No, please just for a second, I miss you so much." Aisha obeyed Aisha's request.

"Why is there a fight? What makes us fight?"

Secretly Aisyah smiled cynically. "What makes a fight? Of course things are different. You alone present a third person in our household. And maybe it's you who can't share time with both of us. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't want to share."

Yoga reverses Aisyah's body. "I can leave him to you, you're more important than Jihan."

"It's not that easy because she's pregnant with your child."

"We can take care of both. Okay, Jihan can meet our son once in a while. I'm not gonna separate it."

"I still can't. However, Jihan is more needed by her son Mas."

"Aisha I must how to keep you by my side. There's nothing I want more than you."

"If you only want me then why would you want a child from another woman's womb?"

Yoga lowered his eyes. "I don't know."

"Look! You yourself already have a taste for her without you even realizing it"

"There is not only Aisha in my heart. You love me, don't you, Aisyah, where is your love for me Aisyah? Why are you so insistent on parting with me?"

Aisyah shook her head, "It is precisely as a form of my affection that I do not want you to have more responsibility. I know after this you will definitely lean more towards me than Jihan.

However, Jihan is now your wife. He's your responsibility now. Do not let you be troubled when in the afterlife because of the tears released by your wife. I'll smile and be fine in front of you when you ask permission to go to Jihan's house. But my heart no one knows. So did Jihan. You need to know that sharing is so hard to do." Aisha tried to convince Yoga.

"I've cleared up everything that's happened, let's part ways. Live together with Jihan and your children. Your life will be very happy later. Believe it."

"But what about this Ayesha?" Show Yoga to her heart. "You are all I want, only you I love, even if you want to know I want you more than my own flesh and blood. It'll all feel empty if you're not next to me."

Aisyah smiled thinly. "It was going to be hard at first because you didn't want to let go. But I'm sure slowly you'll get used to it without me. Lookie! Back when I was by your side you were comfortable with Jihan. You're capable of connecting with him, even I'm sure now there's a sense in your heart.

If you get used to Jihan, I'm sure the taste here will grow. Trust me, you live with me in the future we will never have peace again."

Yoga looked down and rubbed his hair rough. "Well if that's what you want, if it makes you happy I'll let you go. I hope you will find happiness with others. Thank you for all the time you have previously focused on just me. Forgive me for desecrating our marriage, forgive me for not keeping my promise. Sorry, sorry.."

Aisyah closed her eyes sore but also relieved. There is no separation that is not as bitter as bile after from the beginning we live it wholeheartedly.

"Dad.."

The woman stared at the goal of Yoga's face.

"Let me hold you one last time." Aisyah smiled, but she tried to strengthen her heart.

"Of course it is."

Two lovebirds who have love with each other with the magnitude but also wrapped about it also embrace each other's bodies tightly.

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