Destiny Love Rianti

1. I'm no longer attractive

"I want to get married again!" Said my husband who managed to make me amazed not play.

"I'm not ridho!" I answered while looking at his face.

"Ridho is not happy, I'm going to get married again!" Without waiting for my answer, it just passed. Leaving me with all my deep sadness.

[Mass, I'm not ridho maassss!] I groan in my heart. My hands clenched withstanding the pain in the heart.

My chest tightened, tears began to pool in the eye pelukan, lined up even as if vying to get out immediately, like the enormity of the river water that wants to break through a sturdy dam.

I took a sitting position facing the window of my room on the second floor. Looking at the black clouds that started to swerve spoiled in the sky. Signs there will be rain soon. Strong winds began to blow maybe the rain this time will be so heavy.

Ahh, even it seems like the sky is sad to see me who is now stunned silent without a sound.

Droplets upon drops of water began to fall from the sky, followed by thunderous sounds of lightning defending the silence of the afternoon.

I was still fixated on looking at the sky that was not clear, while the words of my husband continued to echo in my ears, his echo able to pierce deep into the recesses of my heart.

[I want to get married again!] The words kept ringing in his ears.

How could my husband want to remarry, while I have given him many children, even now I am pregnant with our fourth child.

Well, I think most men reason to want to polygamy because the problem is never given offspring but it turns out that all does not apply to my husband.

[What a thou!]

Immediately I covered my face that had been soaked with tears. I wanted to scream, but as much as I could bear because I didn't want the kids to hear it. Especially at this time the youngest was sleeping soundly in my bed.

"Allahumma sayyiban naafi'an, Allahumma sayyiban naafi'an, Allahumma sayyiban naafi'an!" I raise my hand and say a prayer when it rains. This has always been my habit, reading prayers when it rains.

"Solatulloh solamulloh, ala Toha Rosululloh, solatulloh solamulloh, a la Yasin habibillah et al." I continued with the humming of Sholawat longing for the great Prophet.

"Mi ... Mi ... *****!" My youngest son's voice resuscitated me followed by the cry of my second child who somehow.

"Ummi. ummi, fell down the stairs!" The screams of my eldest son that made me reflexively stand up and almost run left the youngest who was crying on the bed.

I immediately carried the child to my tiger who was now even one year old. Then a little run towards my second child who said her brother fell down the stairs.

Arriving below I saw my husband seemed busy with his salary as if he did not care about what happened to his son.

While Fatih (Sulungku) swiftly carrying his sister Syamil (second child) to their room. I followed them from behind while penning Syafiq (my third son).

"This why the deck? How did you fall down the stairs?" I asked Syamil, who is now two years old. While busy inspecting his body parts there may be injuries.

"Anu ummi, was Syamil , Fatih followed ummi to the room, the end of the Syamil ngajak Abi main but always rejected the same abi!" Answer my eldest son who is now eleven years old.

"On the way to ummi, samil even prancing on the stairs, so it falls ummi!" Connect again.

"Yes, what's important is that Syamil isn't a deck?"

"Ga papa ummi!"

"Yes, ummi talk to Abi first, brother Fatih keep the adek yah!" I asked my firstborn.

"Dad ummi, Fatih take care of the ummi adek-adek!" Answer with a little smile.

I passed by leaving the children who were joking together. I am happy that God has blessed them in my life. Three knights who will be my protector.

"Mas I want to talk!" I said to the husband who was engrossed in his salary and did not care about me.

"Mas, why would Syamil want to play, but rejected the same mas? Why mas?" Continue with a little emotion.

My husband has changed since his success. Being a lecturer at one of the leading private universities in the capital, an expedition business that has more and more fans, as well as being the CEO of a company that produces household products and self-preservation for families. No doubt our monthly income can reach hundreds of millions.

But even so my husband is very calculated with all our household expenses. He did not at all relieve domestic work by simply hiring a parcel.

"what are you for if you have to pay for the services of others to take care of all household affairs." He said at that time.

"I don't want to play with the kids anymore. I'm tired all day working. I want to relax!" His answer was still with a look at his dress and ignored me.

My husband justifies his sitting position and puts his dress aside.

"I told you, ridho is not happy, I'm still getting married again, obviously?" With a suppressed tone he gave a statement to me.

"What's your reason for marrying again? While I've given you many children. Even now I'm pregnant with our fourth child."

"Because I'm bored with you. Look at you Rianti, you're no longer attractive to me. Fat, dull and ahh already!"

The answer made me hold my breath. Like he couldn't believe he was spying on me so cruelly.

"Every time I go home I have to find you with your shabby clothes, a messy house, and the smell of your typical kitchen perfume aka the smell of onions and smoke." Then with my index finger running through my body.

"You see that withered plant, it's like you, withered in the days, you know?"

Like an arrow stuck right in the heart, my husband's words hurt me so much.

I admit, I'm starting to not be good at keeping up appearances. Not because I no longer care about my husband's views, but because of the endless housework that I think makes me not have time just to preen.

Not to mention taking care of the children who are active, plus the effects of pregnancy that makes my face acne and my body stretch.

"I'm like this because of my dedication to you!"

"Three times I gave birth to our child, and now I'm pregnant with our fourth child!" Tears began to pour down my cheeks

"Well at most the boy is a boy again, you can't give me a girl!" Answer it harshly.

"The sex problem isn't my problem, you're the one who carries the genetics while my egg is just waiting to be fertilized!"

My husband was silent without a word. It seems he is digesting my words.

" Another one if you want me to preen, if you want me to smell and be beautiful like an angel then give me the support. Ahh even to just pay for ART you count!" My leg on her.

"Find an excuse! The basic wife is not there for you well, do not know grateful, I'm lucky I still accommodate you in this house!" The answer made me sicker.

"Wouldn't that plant you said withered be blooming beautifully if you take care of it?"

"Ohhhh, no matter what your words are, I will still get married again!"

"I need a fresh look, not as dull as you!" He walked away leaving me glued.

I was crying so much. I don't care about my five-month-old pregnancy. I put out all my emotions in the room. Until the little hands of my children awakened me.

"Mi, nis? (Ummi cry?)" Ask the youngest with his funny face.

"Ummi napa nanis? Ummi sad yeah?" My second son asked me who was sitting limp on the floor.

"Tian dede in the pelut ummi later takit!" I looked at my second child with a sad face.

While my eldest son just lowered his head without saying anything. I know he understands my situation. From then on he peered behind the door, watching the debate between me and my husband.

While I kept crying over my situation. I want to rebel but there's no way I can fight in front of my kids.

"Ummi, don't be sad, there's Fatih here ummi, Fatih promises to be a protector for ummi!" Finally my eldest son opened his voice accompanied by tears.

"Don't grieve ummi, La Tahzan InnaAllaha Ma'ana ummi!" He hugged me tightly while hugging my body.

Muhammad Al-Fatih Ramadhan Wijaya, my first child with Mas Galih. Born in the month of Ramadan on the night of Lailatul Qadar. Muhammad, I take from the name of the great prophet Muhammad Shallahu alaihi wasallam, Al-Fatih was inspired by the young man who conquered Constantinople who made the prayer of tahajjud as his obligatory prayer, while Ramadan need not be explained again.

[Allahu Akbar Allahu Akbar]

Echoes of the Adhan began to hum in the corners of the country, a sign that the Maghrib prayer time has arrived. I stood up helped by the children to take ablution and perform congregational prayers with them.

While Galih did not see the trunk of his nose anymore. Since the life of the treasure, mas Galih began to dare to leave prayer. It seemed like the sparkling world was starting to blind the eyes of his heart.

Hufftts...

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