
Rania was stunned to see the wall. Not the direction of a mural scribble of a toddler. However, in the photos are neatly displayed in figura. Traditional Javanese wedding photos, family holiday photos, during their first son's aqiqah.
Rahma sat down gracefully. Her long clothes covered almost her entire skin. Rahma seemed ready to listen to the intention of the arrival of Rania and Azka. However, how hard was Rania to speak. He knows how painful it will be when he has to know that the man who has been very responsible to his family, dear to his children and wife, meets his needs both outwardly and inwardly, gives love, and, and considered loyal, it turns out to be a ferret seeking love and satisfaction out there. It turns out that Vishnu is an adventure man who craves wild love from any woman, a person who justifies haram only for his earthly napsu satisfiers.
There is pain in the heart. Rania is looking at herself. He was hurt, betrayed, and then banished. Of course Rania is confused which side, one side Fika is the woman who must be saved her future, her soul, her life. On the other hand, there must be a guarded heart. He also wants to be okay.
Rania held her voice. This time it was not easy to be a bridge of communication.
Azka noticed Rania. He knew that this time, he was the one who had to start and finish.
"Sir Vishnu used to come home at what time Ma'am?".
Rahma was silent for a moment.
"Father sometimes goes home, sometimes also overnight in the office if there is a sales target that has not been achieved. That's what he said". Speak Rahma softly.
Azka thought, does Rahma really not know her husband's behavior out there?
"But you're home, aren't you?"
Tanya Azka. Rahma looked cornered, the water of her face changed instantly.
"who is this mom and dad?"
Rahma asked with a voice beginning to be detected heavily.
"We are from LBH Jakarta women and children, sis!" Azka explained.
Rahma stared at Azka. It was like guessing for what Rania and Azka visited his house.
" then what interest do you have in coming here?".
Rania looks at Azka.
"We need information about Vishnu. Information about her marital status. Sorry, Mom, with a heavy heart we have to tell you this. For ', Mr. Vishnu has made sacrilegious with my sister, and the condition, my sister is currently pregnant with Vishnu's father's son".
Rahma speaks a thousand languages. Only his face and eyes were emitting a deep look of sadness. Surprisingly, he was not surprised by what Azka had just explained.
"Then, what do you want right now?!"
Rahma asked hard. Although his voice sounded heavy and tears began to wet the cheeks of this large robed woman..
"You just want Vishnu's responsibility. We want Vishnu to make the decision". Azka.
For a moment Rahma entered the room and came out with a large brown map. Open that map. A letter with a letter of letterhead from the Religious Court.
A divorce subpoena dated last week. Vishnu seems to know that Fika is pregnant. So he prepared to divorce the woman who had given him two children.
"Mas Vishnu gave this to me. Divorce papers. She was so insistent on wanting to part with me, ever since I was pregnant with my second child!".
Rahma was silent for a moment. Seeing his boy who looks calm with his toy cars.
Azka watched carefully. Rahma seemed to have been used to dealing with this situation.
"I'm ready to face divorce in plain sight. Even though my day was very sick. However, sticking with men who don't vote for us certainly hurts!".
Rahma's voice was heavily restrained. Can't speak anymore.
"i've been in your position, Madam Rahma. And I agree with what you said. However, are you prepared for the consequences that children also need the presence of their father?"
Rania asked, after arranging her heart and feelings.
"What is the difference with the present.they have a father, but his figure is not present in the souls of children?. They only got their education from me. Then what is different from later when I become my own backbone?, of course there is no?!" Said Rahma firmly.
The conversation was over when Rahma's youngest son woke up and cried.
Rahma looks deft in taking care of two children who are not too far away.
Before Azka and Rania returned, Rahma only advised Azka to immediately find Vishnu, Rahma had been immune to complaints like this. Because before, there were women who claimed to be lovers of Vishnu and said they would soon marry Vishnu as well. Five years of their marriage and the colors are almost always unchanged. Vishnu's adventures to various women never ended.
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Rahma checked her phone, went to Vishnu's name and sent a message.
"when will you change?"
"fika's family came to me, pa!"
The message was only responded to read by Vishnu. There's no reply. As usual, Rahma knew there would be a new alibi to be created to parse her version of the story.
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It was still early in the morning, when Vishnu came home in a state of chaos. He saw Rahma with eyes like the enemy.
A cup of coffee Rahma presented her husband who chose to go into the blanket. I don't know where he came from, he didn't come home last night. Rahma did not respond to her husband's behavior with emotion. The children are still sleeping in their sleep. He did not want the children to wake up because of their quarrel.
Vishnu woke up on the day before noon, it was Sunday. Vishnu's grandparents, always come to pick up Rahma's children, play all day with her grandparents. Not bad, Rahma can take the time to shop at the market, buy the need to make potato chips balado, packaged and sold online. At least, from these chips Rahma can cover her daily needs. Because the money that Vishnu gave is very minimal. Just enough to eat. Vishnu did not intend to take Rahma to the market or just two dates with Rahma. Vishnu chose cool with his gawai.
Rahma was cutting potatoes, when Vishnu watched television in the middle room that was not attached to the kitchen. Rahma took the initiative to ask what happened yesterday to her. Silence, only made him feel more and more of an inner wound. There are no children.
Rahma sat down next to her husband and returned to give hot coffee and fried potatoes to her husband. Vishnu is a coffee addict, a day he can spend 3 cups of coffee.
Coffee was then shaved by Vishnu.
"Mas, two people came looking for you yesterday. They're Fika's family". Said Rahma carefully.
Vishnu put the coffee cup down roughly.
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