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Section 3

"Shania, Shania" said the gnawing man, still opening his eyes many times. His body was still weak, but his lips continued to speak one name, 'Shania'.

Meanwhile, the woman had left shortly after realizing that Pradipta's condition had begun to improve and was conscious of her coma. He did not expect to see the man again, but did not also wish the man a go–dies.

This is where he is now, in the hospital's musala. Implement duha prayers with tears–because lara is increasingly whack–which he cannot stop at the specificity of every movement of his prayer. A sense of dilemma, between wanting to meet and leave the man. There are two opposing desires at the same time.

While still sobbing, he opened the Qur'an mushaf available in the musala. Read verses per verse from the earliest sheet. The deeper she read, the more she cried. The love and hate were clashing in his chest.

For now, Shania could not decide which step to take? Her husband who had just regained consciousness, it felt sinful if he left. However, it also could not linger around him or he would reopen the still wet wound in his heart intentionally.

After 1 juz is completed, his heart becomes calm. So, he is enough to read the scriptures, as well as enough to cry over the current dilemma. Then, he will come home with a calm heart.

"Mr?" A woman's voice called out to him from behind.

A young woman with long hair; half-shocked; blue butterfly clasps on the side of her right head, a densely packed body, and a, using a dress along the knee that is rather tight so that it can show clearly the belly that is bulging and real evidence if she is pregnant.

From a distance of less than five meters, Shania was able to figure out who the woman was.

"There's no time? Can we talk?" Asked the woman to Shania in a soft and smooth voice.

"A person's fault should not necessarily make the person who is hurt decide to hate him. Giving the opportunity to explain, it's the right choice so that there are no misunderstandings" said Shania's deepest heart.

"There," pointed Shania at the long chair near the musala.

"I'm sorry, I'm Amanda" said the long-haired, tanned woman.

"You mean, another woman in my husband's life?" Said Shania. Who else is Amanda?

"Tell me as necessary, I still have business" Shania said firmly, but not in a judesque tone. He spoke as usual; meek.

"I want to apologize to Shania. Because of my presence, your household is fractured. But, I also need Mr. Dipta because of this child," said the young woman named Amanda, then lowered her head to caress her stomach.

Painful, it was clearly felt by Shania. For the umpteenth time he must know the painful reality in the same circle of problems, his fervent love.

"Then?" Shania asked who did not want to look at the woman sitting next to her.. He turned his sitting position forward, continued to look forward, and did not blink so that his tears would not fall.

"I just want to apologize to Shania, that's it. Dan—" Amanda's speech paused.

"And what?"

"And, asking permission to allow Mr. Dipta to marry me," said the woman shrieked, but clearly heard in both ears of the veil-covered Shania.

"What?!" Shania slightly shrieked at the sentence that the woman in front of her said.

"So, you mean, you're not married? What is the child in your stomach? The result of adultery?" Shania asked who this time could not help her tears from dripping down profusely. In his chest cavity, it felt increasingly narrowed so that it was difficult to breathe oxygen from the outside. The extreme tightness.

"No, maybe! My husband would never do such a thing. Expecting to make you a second wife is already very painful for me, especially if it reaches adultery? Astaghfirullah, it's a harm, you know?" Said Shania sobbing and began to ignite her emotions.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah. Most Holy to Allah" said Shania trying to suppress her emotions. Swiping his chest that so tight and throbbing since earlier.

Meanwhile, Amanda–the woman just kept quiet while bowing her head.

"What's your name, just now? Amanda's? Yes, Amanda. Didn't you think before saying this to me? Acknowledging the insult and asking permission for polygamy? I will never approve! It's better that I go" said Shania, then at a quick pace. He left with an increasing heart wound.