Destiny Love

Inauguration

...بِسْــــــــــــــــــــــمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْم...

..."God is the best planner, there is no destiny in His hands. Sometimes it's just people who can't make peace with that reality. "...

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Mikhlaskan is not an easy matter, but if it can be applied In shaa Allah will be facilitated and facilitated. All the burdens that used to be hit, one by one began to lift and felt a relief.

At least with the departure of Bian I can take a moment of rest, because Bagas certainly will no longer divorce me when I have given birth later. I hope he can really change his mind.

"Astagfirullahaladzim!" I screamed when the taxi stopped suddenly. Allahuakbar, what is this?

"Please sorry, Miss a—"

The driver's words stopped because of the door blow coming from the side. My net is round in disbelief when I see the red face of Bagas that is so creepy.

"Thank you, sir," I said, handing over the money as a fare, but the father shook his head firmly.

"What about Mom? I'm afraid something happened ya—"

"Grandfather, sir, that's my husband," cut me quickly and immediately darted out. Neutralize the rumble in the chest and put on a smile as I could. Relax, Btari. Calm.

"Follow me!" he insisted while dragging me in a hurry, even he pushed my body when entering the car. Allahuakbar, what else is this? What mistake have I made?

"Slow down, Mas, I don't want to die silly because of this," my great-grandson who even gave a horrible laugh. O Allah, O Rabbi, what shall I do now?

Bagas was in an unstable emotional state, and I was afraid that he was acting out of bounds again. Very, very,

"Liar! You're a liar, Btari!" meaning while hitting the steering wheel of a rough car and staring sharply at me.

I shook my head inexplicably, but he just returned to his demonic laughter. It's really terrible, and I really want to get out of this car.

Suddenly he braked his car, lucky I used a seatbelt and not too bounced forward, although my stomach was a little churned pain. I stroked it gently, hoping that the crampy taste would soon disappear.

He faced me, and I shuffled away but my body was stuck to the door. A wicked grin was imprinted there, without permission Bagas immediately gripped my jaw firmly. "Based on a self-knowing wife!" Bagas again cursed, and it was very heart-piercing.

Without pity Bagas jerked my head until hit the car glass. "Losers, just dare to play behind. Why don't you get married right before my eyes, huh?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, dampening the turmoil in the increasingly rebellious chest. Bagas misunderstood, he was very wrong in drawing conclusions.

"A-ak-I can explain, Mas," I cried with a voice vibrating between fear and also holding back the cry so as not to break.

Bagas's laughter erupted, the netra never tired of wielding sharp. "Keep all that crap, Btari!"

"So calm, istigfar, I explained everything slowly well, Mom," I asked as gently as possible. As much as I can suppress my anger, don't be provoked, Btari. Patience.

He did not comply and instead sat quietly behind the wheel, running his car at high speed. I was getting scared the more he overtook the other vehicle that was in front of him.  Even the sound of the horn has been mutually unpretentious, not infrequently the meaning of other riders also enliven.

"If you want to die, don't take me!" I shouted with a quick hunting breath, because the red light was already on, only a few meters away, but with arrogance Bagas even grinned at the devil.

"Living in peace, isn't that a good idea, Btari?"

Allahuahbar. What Satan is comfortable in that man. I still want to live, Bagas is really overdue. He is too selfish and thinks whatever he does is right.

"No Seru?" he asked with eyes glancing at the red light, and I realized that this car had stopped. Praise be to Allah, O Allah.

"Crazy for you, Mom!"

"Yes I am crazy, Btari," he said without sin. Allahuakbar, he is like a man who has lost his mind. It's really hard to control.

When the green light was on he again drove his vehicle, not as fast as before, even slowly. Thank goodness he was a little sane to no longer make me a heart sport.

"Mas" call me as soft and gentle as possible. I wish he could make a little peace with me. Just the cynical glint that the man gave.

I breathe heavily. "On the problem at the airport earlier, ok, I'm sorry for not being frank with you if there is Mas Bian there too. I'm sorry, but I didn't lie about nganter Mom. He is also with me" I explained.

"Why did you let Bian go?" The question was slow but so sharp and piercing.

"What right have I forbidden it?"

There was no answer that the man said, it obviously made me anxious to mix in annoyance. Isn't that good news? We will enjoy this wedding even more.

"At hand. Downhill!"

I looked around, why did he stop this four-wheeled vehicle at my father's residence?

Without a word he immediately opened the steering door and went down, even with his leisure he sat like a car while having his chest closed. Bagas' attitude was strange and suspicious.

He was like a man who was out of control and filled with emotions, but now he looks so relaxed and calm. It's really very confusing.

"Do I need to open the door, Btari!" yell Bagas because I who never go down and even coolly wrestle with the mind that has branched everywhere.

Without a second thought I went down and stood by his side. Glancing at Bagas at a glance then back down deep. Suddenly I felt a hand grabbing my shoulder.

I was stunned for a few seconds, until I finally ventured to see the Netra Bagas who now shone in shade, very much different like before. What was?

"I'm sorry, Btari, I hope that this way you can find the meaning of happiness that you seek and want" he said in a soothing low tone.

"Makasud you?"

For the second time I saw a sincere and beautiful smile that emanated from Bagas' stern face. "I'm your talak, Btari."

My body froze for a moment, tears were already looming in the net. I forced myself to stare fixedly at him, but he dodged and stayed away.

"As your request back then, I brought you back to Dad" he said, making me sob. My chest was like being squeezed by thousands of tons of invisible steel, sick and no longer able to breathe as usual. Stuffy.

"You're not kidding anymore, are you, Mom? Ka-ka-mu—"

"I'm sorry, Btari," he said then left and re-entered the car. My defense immediately decayed, my legs limp boneless, no longer even able to support. Allahuahbar.

"Rise up, son, I know you are strong, you are great" whispered someone with a warm embrace. I looked up and found my father's smile soothing. Without being prevented again I sobbed in his arms.

"Mas Bagas divorced, Btari, Dad," I said in between sobs. There is no reason that he gave, but the soft elusan given is quite representative.