Apparently, Young Wife
Chapter 50
...***Divisions***...
Dean's tone sounded out loud, but reality was just the opposite. He looked relaxed, like there was no regret, nor the slightest hint of hesitation. Zahra bowed for a moment, clutching the bottle of drink Jordhan gave her. Waiting for the decision Abram will make.
“OK. I agreed to divorce."
Abram's reply seemed to tear down the magnificent palace that Zahra built. Depose a Queen just like that, for the sake of another Queen who is pregnant with the heir.
Finally, I heard that word from your mouth, Mas. After much defense about your sweet-sounding word of love. In fact, your love has been defeated by the descendants in your old wife's womb.
“How about you, Zahra?” ask Dean.
“You, can go donor. I need to talk to Mas Abram.”
Dean nodded. Zahra's words had been the answer to her requirements. Before Dean left, he patted Jordhan on the shoulder, as if hinting at something.
“Jordhan, can go for a while right? I'd like to talk to my husband for a minute.”
Zahra's call to Abram seemed to reinforce the relationship of the husband and wife who had actually been fractured. Already said so, Jordhan can what? He ended up walking a little further away from them. Just in case there might be something you want.
“Mas ...” call Zahra streamed.
“Sorry, Bee. I can't leave her, she's pregnant.” Abram rested, holding Zahra's hand tightly.
“If I am pregnant too. Can you still throw me out?”
Abram who had bowed down, now lifted his head. Staring at the twinkle of Zahra's wet eyes.
“Ka-you're pregnant, Bee?”
Zahra looked into Abram's eyes. She could see clearly, there was a sense of disbelief in the eyes of the husband. After two years of trying, how did Zahra get pregnant?
Zahra smiled, then gently stroked Abram's cheek. “Fortunately, engak!” After playing with Abram's feelings, he pulled his hand, even removing Abram's hand that had been on his knee.
“Lucky me, Mas. If I'm really pregnant, you might be dizzy.”
“Bee, I ..”
“You said, you don't love. You said you only love me. Where exactly do you stand as a husband, Mas!”
“Bee, I don't. Actually I ... i.”
“Why? Confused saying. From yesterday I didn't give you a chance to explain. Now, you can clear. I was well-drenched.” Zahra opened her hair behind her ears.
Abram was confused. He stood up, walked back and forth while scrambling the pingang.
“I'm a real darling, Bee. You know it. But I can't choose any of you.” Abram Obviously. “Mas hope we can be together. What's the trouble, Bee?”
“Difficult, very difficult, Mas! You think fair is just a living? Where are your feelings and concerns? I was bullied as an actor, you don't care. I almost died lemes help your wife, you do not say thanks, tuh.” All the grunts that stuck in his heart, as hard as he could.
“Liat, gini aja you diem kicep, Mas. Where can you be fair with both of us.” Zahra turned her face away, taking a deep breath to say one extremely difficult word out.
“Kita ... get divorced, Mas!”
It takes a lot of strength to decide, whether it's holding on or staying on. Sometimes, people just look, without being able to understand, and then comment at will. Opinion without being able to understand the problems he faces.
It is not easy to bear the status of a Widow, but it is not easier to bear the status of a Young Wife. After a long journey, full of twists and pains, Zahra finally decided.
“You can go, pity Nindira alone!” zahra said without looking at Abram.
Abram looked around, as his bead of eyes caught the figure of Jordhan standing firm. He finally left without saying goodbye or saying thank you.
Zahra shut her ears tightly, bowed down, gathering all her strength. He shouted, but his voice was stuck in the esophagus, leaving stretched neck veins, so that others did not hear the cry of the pill.
Zahra's best revenge is to keep doing good and getting better. Pressing the opponent with kindness, so that the opponent has no face to look at him.
Spoiler tomorrow, what do they think????
Bye up a lot, othor still in blasphemy too.
Love sajen gitu kek 😔😔
