Destiny Love

Maaf

...بِسْــــــــــــــــــــــمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْم...

..."Meet to part, although it feels difficult and stifling but I must be able to move myself, that this is the destiny that the Divine has given." ...

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No couple in the world expects a breakup, not even with me. But if I was the only one who struggled, then my steps would be limping and difficult to find a bright spot. It may be true that divorce is the best option for our household.

Nothing else can be maintained, even by including the child who is now kukandung as an excuse. All will be in vain, will not produce results, nil. Run fast, Btari, strengthen the mind and also the heart to accept all the destiny that God has outlined.

"Dad told you not to come to the trial" he hissed as we waited near the courtroom door. I smiled faintly and stroked her hand, hoping that she could calm down a little.

"Father, Dad," I whispered, but with a view towards Bagas who is now accompanied by his lawyer and psychiatrist. There was no mother in their midst, and I felt she did not know this.

Suppose I don't approve of Bian's pinta, maybe my household will never sink in court. Even my mother and I were relieved and victorious when the plane Bian was flying over there. But again I had to be self-conscious, after taking my mother home, Bagas came and confronted me on the street. Source of all the root causes.

I don't know where that guy was going to be, but when I remembered how he was, finding out such a trivial thing was easy. Just one snap of the fingers alone a variety of information will surely be found immediately. Bagas is not just anyone, he is a reliable stalker that should be watched out for.

"How are you?" I asked as friendly as possible, only Bianca I knew, because I had a pretty good relationship with her. Although only limited to exchanging information related to Bagas health only.

But to just say hello to Bagas, my lips were immediately confused and out of words. His sword-wielding neutrality greatly made me uneasy. It was so cold horrible.

Bianca nodded and smiled gently. "As you can see," she replied, sounding very friendly and gentle.

There was no more conversation between us, but my focus was immediately distracted when I saw the clothes Bianca was wearing. A decent three-fourth dress prints the body along with the strung hair and high heels. Very beautiful and classy.

Very different from me. Indeed, I should have known myself from the beginning, that between me and Bagas never had a match and continuity. They are different from each other and opposite.

The woman's hand never tired of stroking her stomach, as if there was life in there. But I quickly shook my head, no. Don't think strangely, Btari. Maybe Bianca is coming months, or it could be stomach pain.

The voice of the court clerk scattered all my thoughts and shallow thoughts, but again I had to stroke my patient chest with no sin Bagas clasped Bianca's hand towards the courtroom.

Allahuakbar, my chest hurt and screamed when I saw the closeness between them. Even if he never acts softly to me, but to a woman who is not his mahram he acts beyond reasonable limits. Strengthen my heart and my mind.

"Home home, son," said my father as my feet would step in. I shook my head and said, "Father, Btari is strong, Dad."

My legs feel very heavy to move, especially when I have to sit side by side with Bagas. O Allah, why my chest always act ignorant when it is close to him.

The presiding judge opened the hearing, with a reading of the plaintiff's personal data, Bagas, and me as the defendant. Not to forget lawyers from both parties also participated in attaching identity cards, which stated that they were really licensed advocates.

The reconciliation effort is the first trial we have to go through, where the judges consisting of the chairman and members try to find a way so that the separation does not resume. But Bagas remained in his stance, he insisted on separation.

I couldn't do much more than shut up and let my father's lawyer be the spokesperson. My lips are too faint to say, if this divorce is indeed a path of destiny that I have to run, it's okay. This is the best for us.

So lightly he revealed the three words, even as if he was unwilling to look at me again, even if just glancing.

"Does the defendant want to keep this household?"

I looked at Bagas for a moment. "Yes, your highness. I still wish there was a peaceful path between me and my husband."

All efforts have been made by the judge so that Bagas can change his decision, but he still does not want to bother about it. Split up, that's what he really wanted.

The sound of the magistrate's hammer being knocked indicates that this first trial is over. With a result that was so mining, Bagas held fast to his stance, and I did the same. A second trial with a mediation agenda will resume in one week.

"Mas," call me when we're both outside. Dad was talking for a while with his lawyer, there were only three of us left, me, Bagas, and Bianca of course.

He just glanced at me cynically, like there was not the slightest willingness to answer even if it was just a 'yes' word. Bagas has really shown his reluctant side when he is close to me. And now with no sin they walk leisurely away from me.

"What is your relationship with Bianca, Mas?!"

Instantly their legs stopped, and I did not want to waste much time, I immediately approached the two.

"As you can see and know, it's just a relationship between the psychiatrist and the patient" Bagas replied so firmly and calmly.

I shakes in disbelief. There must be some play between them. "Lied!"

A slanted smile was clearly imprinted there. "If so, why?"

My chest was like being stabbed by a dagger that managed to slice through the heart. It was as easy as he turned around and looked for a replacement. O God, why has the destiny of love never sided with this weak me.

"After the trial process is over I will marry Bianca." After saying this he immediately passed away, leaving me who was now friends crying.

O Allah, O Rabbi, why does this chest feel so tight. With his insistence he combined love with other women, the severity when the judge hammer has not stated the divorce process is over.

My cry broke unstoppably, even I sobbed and leaned against the wall. Sick, very sick and stifling. He was so brave and cruel. The figure of a heartless man.

"Dance, why, honey?" I looked up when I found my father's soft voice sounding reassuring.

I erased my tears quickly and smiled thinly so that my father did not carry too much weight about my crying activities.

"Go home, Dad."

Without a word he nodded and clasped my hand so tightly, as if to reinforce that I was not alone, there he accompanied.