Akad Undereviled

Akad Undereviled
Chapter.53 Deteriorated



"No, I don't want to .. I'll never divorce her!" Arsya's voice is rising. Emotions rouse when Jimmy comes to rush him with news if Alisha has filed for divorce.


"Yes, I'm looking at you freelin Alisha. Let him be happy."


"What do you mean, motherfucker!" Arsya. He grabbed Jimmy's shirt collar and pointed the bogem at the manager. "Fuck, lo! You want me to get divorced because you want to change my position, right?"


Seeing Arsya's aggressive attitude, the police officer on guard immediately approached. Trying to secure Arsya who was about to make a fuss. "Don't make a fuss!"


Arsya immediately released Jimmy. Raising both hands up, as a sign he complies. "Sorry, sir."


As soon as the police officer walked away from him, Arsya immediately rubbed her face rough. Taking a deep breath to regain control of his emotions. He has to be nice if he still wants to talk to Jimmy or the police will take him back to the cell.


Jimmy remained calm. He re-fixed the collar after Arsya's hand came off.


They both sit back. Arsya stared hard at Jimmy who was in front of her. The angry look was still clearly visible in his eyes.


"At any time, I'll never let go of Alisha!" arsya said stick to his wishes.


"Lo can't do that, Shay. If you keep holding Alisha, it means you want to make her life suffer. It's not because I like him, but it's for the good of both of you. Do you have to tell him to wait for you in custody?"


Arsya.


"And you don't have to worry about me. I'm aware that I'm as much of a jerk as you are, so I don't pantes for Alisha either."


Although wanted to be angry, but Arsya tried to muffle. After all, what Jimmy said was true if he was a jerk.


"Take him off, Shay. Let Alisha be free and start her life again."


Arsya was immediately bowed. "Gue wants to change, I'll be happy with him. I want to start all over."


"Yes, don't be selfish."


Arsya. He stood up and went back into the cell.


"That's right!"


******


"Alisha." Imran's voice accompanied by a knock on the door was heard from outside Alisha's room. After returning home from the hospital Alisha returned to the house of Imran.


"Can Pakdhe come in?"


Unable to get an answer from his nephew, Imran slowly opens the door to Alisha's room. Alisha sat down by the window. Looking straight outside.


"Alisha." Imran patted Alisha's shoulder. Then the woman snapped. As if awakening from the daydream.


Alisha turned her head for a moment to Imran who was standing beside her. Then back to the back of the view in the direction.


For a moment both were silent. Until Imran starts to open his voice.


"Saddened when the ordeal is allowed, crying and disappointment are also natural, because we are ordinary people. But not for long, just for a moment. Do not be in sadness. After that, back to God. Back to remembering God. Sure that everything that happens to you is His will."


Alisha remained silent a thousand languages.


"Give everything to God, give it back to God. Trust me, God will give you the best."


Alisha looked up, looking into her pakdhenya eyes that were so shady. Smile on the lips of the old man. He felt peace when Imran rubbed his head.


True what his father said, he must rise. Can't be down too long. Time goes on and life goes on.


"You're the chosen one, it means you're able to get through all this." Imran again patted Alisha on the shoulder before leaving her nephew back alone.


Alisha began to ponder over Imran's every word. Also began to weigh the decision of the continuation of her marriage.