Bismillah I Chose You

17 | Divorce Lawsuit

بِسْمِ اللّٰهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْم

"Separation is not the only way to solve the problem."

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Passing the days without the accompanying husband makes Shandra's mood is not necessarily direction and purpose. Wanting to oppose and against the father's orders, but his little heart hesitated and reluctant to do so. All he could do was sit back and pray, hoping that God would grant his request. Prayer must be accompanied by effort in order to create a perfect result. However, all Shandra can do is pray without effort. It feels so free. 

"The father has taken care of your divorce papers to the religious court, just wait for the lawsuit to come into the hands of your ex-husband." The father's speech was able to make Shandra widen the eyes of disbelief. Moreover, three words at the end of the sentence the father is very disturbing and disturbing his eardrum.

"Father has gone too far to interfere with Shandra's household affairs. Everything can be discussed well. Farewell is not the only way to solve the problem," said Shandra did not like the unilateral decision that her father threw.

"Papah's decision is round and inviolable!" rahman said without accepting refutation or defense.

"Self selfish. Always decide without listening to what Shandra wants to say. Papah who betrothed Shandra with Papah's chosen man, and now Papah also wants to end it, so?"

Rahman was shocked in disbelief. His daughter who always submissively obeyed without refuting now just pulled out fangs. "Father is doing this for your good," he said.

A kindness? It felt like Shandra was so fed up with the one word that came out of her father's lips. All this time his life was driven by his father, and he never dissented in the least. Including giving up his ideals as an Indonesian teacher which he has now removed from his list. And of course married and became the wife of a man who until now has not managed to tear apart his heart. 

"Without reducing Shandra's respect for Papah. Shandra only wanted to ask one thing. What does Shandra think Papah is? Robots or even toys that can be arbitrary Papah helpless. It's been enough all this time that Shandra Papah's life is in control. Married to someone Shandra did not know, lived a loveless household, and now Shandra also had to accept separation due to Papah's selfishness and authoritarian nature."

Broke is already uneg-uneg who all this time he pendam. As a normal human being he also felt at the point of saturation, and did not accept with a life destiny that was like never on his side. Can he now be a little bit rebellious and not accept his father's treatment?

"So, talk to you, Shandra! Not a single parent can hurt their child. What Papah did was solely to guard and protect you from the cruelty of the world" Rahman said so straightforwardly.

"Yes but Papah seemed to forget to guard and protect Shandra from the cruel rules that Papah made!" sahut Shandra increasingly dare to express his complaints.

"Shandra is an adult and also has a life of her own. Papah's task was completed when the word ijab kobul took place. Papah who gave Shandra willingly without sin into the hands of Mas Farhan.  Is that not enough for Papah to take care of Shandra's life?"

A heavy sigh could be heard coming out of his mouth. "No matter what your age is. You're still Papah's little daughter who hasn't been able to get off Papah freely." After that Rahman rushed to run his wheelchair.

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It didn't feel like a week had passed and Farhan hadn't seen his sister's wife. It was the mother's request that incriminated her steps to go to meet the wife at the residence of the in-laws.

"You must understand that until whenever filial you remain in the hands of both your parents, even though you are married and have a family. A woman's heaven can indeed pass to her husband, but not to a man. Ridho you are with Mamah and Papah, and if Mamah is not pleased Allah will not be pleased with him."

Anxiety and anxiety penetrated his soul. Lying if he doesn't miss his wife. Lying if he doesn't feel lost. But he was confused between having to follow his ego or obey his mother's words.

The sound of the bell made the man in a black shirt and the jeans set his feet to the source of the sound. Finding a courier with an object in hand, Farhan frowned in surprise.

"Is this really Mr Farhan's residence?" his tan was directly embraced by Farhan. "Yes my own."

"There's a package and please sign it here, sir," said he, who managed to make the folds on Farhan's forehead multiply many times over. But the man followed the courier's orders.

His hand shook violently when he saw the envelope logo that was now within his grasp. Farhan's jaw tightened violently with a flushed red face resisting the tremendous turmoil in his chest.

"Who's coming, Han?" seloroh Fatimah who had just come to his faithful son stood tense in the doorway. Farhan turned his head with a sharp net that made Fatimah confused. "What the hell are you?"

"Farhan should be rich like Mamah. A week more without news and now without permission divorce papers from religious courts come home. Can you explain it?!"

Fatimah was shocked not playing. He stared at the white paper nanar waving in front of his eyes. He just froze silently with a blank look, his joints limp like ice doused in hot water. The dew points have begun to overshadow both corners of the net.

"Answer Mah!" gertak Farhan who has gone out of control and can not control emotions.

"You can explain everything. Sit down first, calm yourself down" asked Farhan, who only considers the wind. Without saying the man walked quickly to the garage to drive his car. The sense of parno and trauma due to the accident did not dampen his determination at all. It was enough he was patient and gave time to his mother and wife who were so reluctant to explain the problem. He had to act immediately before it was too late.

The hysterical cries of Fatimah were completely ignored by Farhan. He was in such a hurry to drive his vehicle at such a high speed. Mind fucked. Many times he cursed because of the densely crawling streets. The sound of the horn was mutually unpretentious when the car never drove splitting the road.

Initially the journey drove without any meaningful control, but due to his divided focus Farhan did not realize that the green light had changed to red. Without being able to dodge, the strong impact caused by an unexpected meeting of the car on his right made him slam the steering wheel to move indeterminate direction.