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14 | STORIES OF SATRIA AND ZOYA.

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Satria Room second floor.

"Did Satria still love him?"

"First. I love him very much." Satria. Mairah's heart ached to hear the honesty of the widower's mouth that has succeeded in making his heart grow.

You honestly make me sick, mas.

"Does Satria still love her?" Ask Mairah again to ensure the continuation of their relationship that there is no clarity.

Being angry and jealous has no right. Satria is not who.

Satria did not answer. His gaze was palanquin, his eyes stared at the nanar frame of the photo in his hand, inside the photo sheet contained men and women who were holding hands on the lapel.

"Why.." pause long enough, Mairah tried to strengthen his heart to discuss the woman Satria once loved and maybe until now the name Zoya is still attached, engraved in the heart of a Knight Nagara Bhakti.

"Why did you split up." Mairah's voice trembled, her eyes glazed over. It was hard for him to finish his sentence. Whether Satria realized or not that from the beginning her feelings had been avenged.

"I know a pact."

Flashback six years ago, when Satria was still married to Zoya.

Satria glanced at the circular watch in her right hand. 15.20 Hours means his wife has finished activities Persit. Today Satria came home quickly because she got news from Tari, a high school friend and ex who works at the hospital. If he accidentally met his wife who was checking in at the obstetrician, Tari did not know the results but just by hearing the news was enough to make Satria happy and hope more on the creator.

Satria entered the green painted house.

"Assalamualaik." Salute but got no reply.

His feet stepped inside the house, checking the kitchen and the back door

home who knows his beloved wife is raising clothes from the clothesline. Satria did not find Zoya anywhere, maybe his wife was still the activity of Persit thought.

Satria went into her room, took off all her clothes to clean herself after sweating all day due to the practice. Half an hour later Satria felt refreshed after cleaning herself.

"Zoya ise. Baby you're home." Call Satria but again get no reply.

Feeling that something was awkward with his wife who had not yet returned home, Satria became worried that something might happen.

In the car keys hanging near his wife's dresser. Satria's steps came to a halt when her eyes accidentally glanced at a white envelope with the logo of one of Jakarta's famous hospitals.

He took the envelope, opened it and took out the contents. A white paper with a sentence typed by a computer wrote that the letter came from an obstetrician.

Satria continued to read every word written there. Her tears fell unsolicited, unceasing sentences of gratitude came out from her mouth.

Thanking the Lord who has given him the most beautiful blessing by bringing Zoya to be his wife and now with the delivery of Zoya he will fondle a little angel who was entrusted god for his small family.

"God, O Allah, you have given your trust to the servant. Thank God I thank God.." Satria's sobs filled the room.

He was so happy and wanted to embrace his beloved wife immediately.

Cling.

A message entry note.

Cling.

Cling.

Again the message notepad is entered sequentially from an unknown number.

Satria rubbed her face before opening her phone to see who sent her the message.

Satria's jaw was hardened, his eyes staring at the messages sent by unknown people. His hands clenched tightly squeezed the white paper in his hands until it was shapeless.

In a hurry Satria ran towards her car. He hustled until he forgot to close the door.

Sertu Heru who passed by, said hello to the impact.

"Strong Afternoon."

Satria who just entered the car turned to look at Heru. "Heru took my house. Don't leave it." His request as well as an order for his men.

"Each commander."

The car Satria was driving drove out

the kodam neighborhood. With reckless Satria driving the car, his hands clenched firmly grip the steering wheel of the car. If the message he received came from a prank and prank only, he vowed to finish off anyone who dared to send the message.

Satria's car drove to defend the Jakarta city road in the afternoon. The white car stopped in front of a famous cafe near the town square. Edelweis Cafe where his wife, Zoya, and his wife.

Satria half ran down from the car and into the cafe.

Ting.

Satria's view looked at every corner of the cafe looking for the person who was the reason he was scrambling to come here.

There. At table number seven, right in the right corner of the cafe adjoining the middle window sat a woman and a man who were also staring at him. A pair of eyes belonging to the woman looked at him with a surprised look and the man looked relaxed even from where Satria stood he could see the mocking smile of the person he already considered his brother.

Satria's feet stepped closer to the table of the two couples, her gaze cold with clenched hands.

Bugs.

Without the ba-bi-bu in the lay a raw bogaman towards the handsome face of his cousin Max, in the barrage with a loud swearing.

"Fuck loh bang! Same with me!!"

Bugs.

Again.

One hit Max's face lying on the floor, not intending to retaliate. The visitors of the cafe crowded to see the dispute that occurred.

Zoya who sees Satria rampaging hits Max relentlessly screaming asking people to pass her. But no one dared to come closer.

"Mas. It's mas! Mas Satria." Zoya pulls Satria to stop her action.

Zoya grimaced at the sprawling max on the floor with a battered face.

"We're home." Invite him to pull Satria's hand away from Max and the crowd of people who start to disperse."

On the way home to Satria's official house, Zoya stared silently out the window. The car stopped in front of Satria's official house with Heru welcoming their arrival.

"Sore, Miss Tangki." The greeting to Zoya who is immortalized.

Satria patted Heru on the shoulder. "Still ru. I can go home now." Heru nodded his eyes and left.

Satria went into the house after his wife.

"You're doing it." His angry clout snatches the clothes from Zoya's hands.

His wife was packing all her clothes in a suitcase.

"I'm asking us to separate."

Satria's eyes glared. "What do you mean? I'm not gonna tell you."

"I'm asking us to separate. From

the beginning of this relationship was wrong. You shouldn't have married me." Zoya stubbornly insists on asking Satria to divorce her.

"I'm not going to divorce you, because you're pregnant with my child."

Zoya is silent, unable to answer anymore.

"I don't love you and I don't want this kid!!" Zoya screamed out of control flailing her flat stomach.

Satria who did not expect what his wife did to pull Zoya's hand to stop hitting her stomach because it could harm her future baby.

"You're crazy! You can kill our son Zoya!!" Bentak Satria's.

"I DON'T CARE. NOW YOU CHOOSE TO DIVORCE ME OR LOSE YOUR CHILD!!"

"alright. We're splitting up."

Penal. Just three words, everything was destroyed. It's all over, the story that people thought would have a happy ending is ruined already.

End flashback.

"That's why I split up with Zoya. And the reason Kenzo thought the whole thing didn't exist."

Mairah silently listened to Satria tell her story.

"The months during Zoya's pregnancy. I tried to persuade him to cancel his intention to separate from me, but God wanted something else. Shortly after Kenzo was born Zoya informed him of his decision, leaving both my parents and Zoya's parents disappointed at Zoya's unilateral decision not to think a single thought about Kenzo. After Zoya's words, I never saw her again until now. He didn't want to visit to see Kenzo or even ask for news." Satria lowered her head, her hands clenched.

Mairah who saw Satria's hand clenched in his hand was full of affection. Trying to tell me that it's all over.

"Mami Tita who heard Zoya's decision was shocked to go to the hospital, the reason Zoya asked for the separation was because she wanted to return the same Max." Pause, Satria was silent as well as Mairah who was confused to act how.

For him enough to be a good listener about the story of Satria can slightly reduce the burden of the father of one child.

"One month, Zoya and I officially divorced with custody falling into my hands. I don't know what Om Julio and Papa Zandoko did until a divorce in the military could happen." Clearly Satria, his gaze was palanquin looking at the hooded girl sitting beside him.

"Please promise never to leave me. Mairahs." Said Satria, her eyes radiating great hope.

Mairah clasped Satria's hands together, kissing the back of her hands in turn.

"I'll never let go and leave you. Except, you're the one who asked me to go and I'll let you go." Mairah Promise.