Buying Wife

part#33

They had been quiet since the beginning of the meeting. The atmosphere of the restaurant is indeed quiet visitors, making the atmosphere even more uncomfortable.

The son dissolved in his mind about his marriage to Mahira. While Ririn was busy with her surmising thoughts about the Son.

"Mas, we've been sitting quietly for an hour like this. What was? I came here to say something to you. If it's possible, and if you want and Mahira agrees, I'm ready to be pitted, Mas."

"Mahira doesn't want to share, Rin."

"You mean, Mom?"

"All this time, I treated her well like a husband. I give a birth and inner living. What I have, I give it to him. Even though I didn't give you my heart, of course."

"Then?"

"He fell in love with me so deeply. To him, I was his first love. To him, I was everything. Just like how I felt about you long ago."

"Have you? then now?"

The son looked at Ririn fixedly. She had just realized that she had spoken out which hurt Ririn. Again.

"I still love you, but ...."

"But what? you love him too, Mom?" Ririn was getting upset.

"Honestly, I love him, Rin. She left home these few days needing me so anxious about her circumstances. She ... what she's doing, where she is, and .. I don't know, Rin. He's not around me making me so anxious and scared."

"Oh. It's really good for you, Mom. Can you just share your feelings with both of us? you love me but you also want to stay alive with her?" Ririn's voice began to rise.

"Why? not that you said, just now. Are you ready to be the second wife?"

"That's because I thought you didn't love him. I guess, you're really just doing your husband's duty to him, as it turns out? it's a different story, Mas. It's different if you have feelings for her. I don't want to!"

"You just calm down. He's already gone. He's leaving me now. In fact, that innocent woman managed to persuade mother to bless our marriage."

"What?"

"Yes! he sacrificed his heart for us. That's what he did."

"Continue?"

"I'm confused, should we be happy about all this? to be honest, I'm glad we got married, but .. I don't think this is true, Rin. I don't want to sacrifice his heart."

"Mas!" Disappointed ririn.

"This is not true. It's wrong."

"Mas, you said, you're not going to divorce her. Indeed not. He's the one who divorced you, Mom."

"Yes. You're correct. I promised not to divorce her, and I kept it, didn't I? All right, if this is what he wants. I won't make her sacrifice a waste." Ketus Putra's.

*****

"Before we go to the boutique, we stop by the notary for a bit" Putra asked Ririn.

"What's wrong?"

"There's something I need to take care of, just for a minute. It's okay, right?"

"Hm. There's still time for hours anyway."

"Thank you."

Nearly an hour more Ririn waited for Son in the car. Until she saw her future husband come out. Ririn smiled happily.

"Have, Mom?"

"Hm."

"Do you know what your feet are doing?"

"Me?" Son put on a seat belt. "Give something Mahira's right."

"You mean?"

"I gave him what I had in Mahira's name, he deserved it all."

"Oh."

"It's okay, right?"

"Yes. She's still your wife, anyway. You're not divorced."

"It will be done soon. We follow what he wants. That's why our marriage is under our hands, for a while."

Ririn was a little disappointed. Although there was guilt, but she did not like the status that would only be the wife of the Putra series. Although it was only a while until finally Mahira and Putra officially divorced.

It has been two months since Mahira left. Today, the Son and Ririn will carry out the qobul ijab. His marriage was only attended by parents and siblings. In addition to government regulations, they are only married religiously. There are no other celebration and celebration.

The wedding will be held at Ririn's apartment.

The Son, Mother and younger brothers of the Son are preparing. They are busy with what they bring. Although only married religions, Putra wants to give the best to Ririn in terms of surrender. Luxury items and some jewelry sets look so beautiful with elegant parcels.

"Let's Ira ...." Screeched the son of Abel. All eyes were on someone standing at the door. The mother who really loved her daughter-in-law was immediately scattered and embraced Mahira, as well as others.

"How are you, Ra? where have you been all this time? why not tell my mom? mom's worried." Mom hugged and stroked Mahira's back.

"I'm good, Mak. How's mom doing?"

"Good boy, son."

"Wawa, where are you? I miss Wawa."

Ponakan Putra who is very close to Mahira, sulking.

"Teh, why does it have to be like this? not very cool." Abel is a big deal, even Riska. Mahira just smiled in response.

Mahira's eyes were fixed on a figure wearing a full black suit. The figure that always looks charming in the eyes of Mahira. The man who until now always made it difficult for him to breathe.

Mahira walked slowly, approaching the Son who was pecking at the stairs.

"Always look very handsome." Mahira said with a smile. "Still husband, right? so it's okay dong, yeah, praise your own husband." Its effects.

"Ra, how are you?"

"I'm good, sir. Thank goodness ...."

"You're getting prettier with a hijab."

"Wahhh .. This is the first time, Father praised me," Mahira tried to melt the atmosphere, although her eyes were difficult to hold back tears so as not to shed.

"I–"

"It's okay. This is the right island. Don't feel guilty, sir."

"Mahira ..." lirih Putra.

"I'm here to congratulate you and pray for your happy marriage."

"Thank you."

"I also want to ask for something."

"Say, what is it?"

"My right to listen to the word talak from the mouth of the Father."

Silent. Only the clear sound of sobs could be heard from the mouths of Mother and the others. Including the household assistants who witnessed it at that time.

Mahira's hands started to shake. His body was painstakingly holding a weight that he could barely support.

The son went down the stairs, until there was no longer any distance between Mahira and himself. The shoulder of Mahira. He kissed the forehead of the woman who was still his wife.

The son hugged Mahira's body for the first time. She hugged Mahira's tiny body so tightly.

Mahira was so drowned in her husband's arms. He didn't want to let go of that hug. Burning his face into the chest that always cushions when he falls asleep, first. An extremely precious second that he would never feel for the time to come.

The smell of his body that Mahira misses so much, as if he does not want him to let go just like that.

"I dropped talaq on you, Mahira. From now on you are no longer my wife" whispered the Son in Mahira's ear.

Mahira closed her eyes, immediately her hand was released from the back of the Son who had earlier blurted. Now, there was no more right for him on the man's body. Her tears are flowing very hard. His feet stepped backwards so that his body would no longer be close to the Son.

The hand of the Son trembled releasing his embrace. Her tears began to fall when she saw the woman stepping away from her. Deep down, it felt like he was grabbing his ex-wife's hand. But ....

Slowly Mahira walked out of the house she used to live in with the Son. Like walking on a shard, for Mahira. Be ill.

The sound of Mom's cry echoed. Abel's children's whining added to the boisterous atmosphere. They cry when they see people crying.

Mahira's veil was wet with tears. Empty look. He walked further and further, however, never knowing where those footsteps would go. The word talak from Putra was still clearly ringing in his ears.

"Wait." Mahira's steps came to a halt as someone's hand climbed up her hand.

"Sir" he said as soon as he looked back. There was a bit of hope in his heart, though ....

"It." The son gave me a paper bag.

"What's this?"

"Your rights. Not much, but that's all I can give you."

Mahira looked confused.

"That's the certificate of this house, your car letter and some other car letter. There's also a land and savings certificate in your name."

"For what?"

"You should really be in good shape in material terms. That'll make it quiet to let you go."

"These houses and vehicles need a fee, as soon as I ...."

"The cost of treatment will be for me until you finally get married and have someone who can support you."

Bemoan. That is what Mahira feels when he hears the Son's words.

"I have to go. See you next time."

"But, Mr ...."

"As soon as I get out of the gate, my family and I will never return to this house again."

Mahira's tears are back. Now, he really has become someone else in the life of the Son. He felt foreign in an instant.

Mahira was still standing by as Putra and her family's car passed by to go to her ex-husband's wedding. The hijab that covered her chest and waist was slightly swayed by a gust of wind. He closed his eyes again, hoping God would give him strength.

"I only love you, Rabb. Hugged and grabbed this heart, O God. Strengthen the servant." His whisper in his heart.

The son only glanced at a glance. Her tears came back as soon as she saw Mahira's face.

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