Destiny Love Rianti

6. I'm Giving Up

I'M GIVING UP

The day changed, the moment brought me to a situation I did not want to go through. If time can flow, I will set it to pass this day. The day I inevitably had to share a bed with another woman.

Wearing a silver jazz suit with deep black pantofel shoes, makes Galih mas look so charming. Beside him sat a woman in a matching colored dress with a wearing Galih mas, she looked so graceful and dazzling.

As much as possible I contain clear fur that slowly inundates the eye so as not to fall and river on the cheeks that have been perfectly polished with thin makeup.

I felt my hand held hard by Fatih. For a moment he looked pushy. I returned his hand, a sign giving strength to remain patient.

A smile was painted from the lips of the two brides who were sitting on the wedding altar. Accompanied by the song humming sung by local artists who bring a feel of happiness in the room.

The invited guests began to greet the two people who were now on the cloud of happiness.

Me and Fatih both strengthened their hearts. Our grasp tightened when I decided to meet Mas Galih and Amira.

"Congratulations, for her marriage, may you be happy with her" I said with a sincere and cheerful smile and did not forget to kiss the back of the hand of the husband who is now with other women even though his heart was so sliced. However he was still my husband, so I had to remain kind to him for the sake of Ridho the divine.

"I'm going home first. To prepare everything at home, to welcome your arrival." A happy smile I threw at them and passed away leaving them.

Mas Galih didn't follow me in the least. He looked so happy as he looked at Amira, the woman he was with.

There really is no more room for love in the heart of Galih for me. Everything has been fully filled by Amira who has now also legally become his wife.

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An hour's drive from the wedding hall to the house we built together. From being only bamboo-walled to being a magnificent dwelling like a medium-sized palace. Both of us fought from the material poor to the material abundance.

It was a bit bitter that our lives enjoyed together. If you used to eat a meal that can only be a plate together until you can plate both. No doubt thistles and thorns stuck in the heart, to make one limp, but the other swiftly carrying the limp. But now that everything has changed, treasure changes everything.

Huuff....

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I slowly walked down every corner of the courtyard of the house I lived in fourteen years. It's sad to have to part ways, but I have to move on with my life, not fixate on someone who doesn't even care about me anymore.

"Fatih, help ummi yah," I told Fatih who was nodding by her to understand what she should do.

The door opened from the inside, there was already a Darmi mbok waiting for me with tears. I ran and scattered myself in his arms. I shed all the pain that is hidden in the mind.

"Make me strong, strengthen me" I said to the sobbing woman.

"Prophe nduk, all there will be a silver lining if neng is able to be patient, istigfar neng, istighfar!" Mbok Darmi is increasingly unable to hold his stuffing. Hugged my body tightly.

Two days ago, Mbok Darmi was deliberately told by Mbak Brenda to just help all my needs at home. Because at that time I had to really take a full break to maintain my gynecological health.

"Neng, come on in, we'll prepare everything. Do not cry anymore, leave all the decisions of fate to the Gusti of God!" Scream Mbok Darmi while wiping the top of my head.

"Dad Mbok" I replied by following Mbok Darmi into the house.

We started doing activities to welcome the arrival of Galih mas and his new wife. From decorating the bridal room that used to be my room and the Galih mas, arranging Amira's clothes in the closet that used to have my clothes there, etc.

While in the kitchen Mbok Darmi is busy cooking food that is specially prepared for newlyweds who are flowering.

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Fifteen minutes passed and everything was perfect. The food that has been neatly arranged at the table that we made specifically for two people only with red roses that bloom beautifully as a decoration. The bridal room is sprinkled with lots of roses on the bed with a bright white base.

Perfect already!

I smiled a little, not because I was happy but because I thought tears had dried up to express my sadness. It's time I left, leaving behind all the good memories of this house. In front of Fatih was ready with a large suitcase containing everything of hers and her sisters.

"Come on, we're leaving" said Mbok Darmi as he herded my maroon red suitcase.

"Dad mbok," I replied as I clasped Fatih's hand and sauntered away from the palace which bore witness to the journey of my love and Galih.

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I walked away with a blank look. With a limp step I stepped foot that I don't think is boned anymore.

My mind drifted far away on Galih. I still love the man I have been with for fourteen years. But love is not everything, I also deserve to be happy for the survival of my children.

I think the world started to spin, my vision started to blur, I stopped for a moment and walked on. Doctor Hafizh and Mbak Brenda immediately ran towards me who was being held by Fatih so as not to fall. And byaaaar, all blackened without light.

I could faintly hear the worried voices of the people beside me, but I was completely helpless, my body limp. I think my body is starting to lift up, like being carried by someone.

"Oh Allah, how can this be so eloquent." The crying voice of someone I know is Mbok Darmi.

"Daddy, wake up baby, realize baby don't be weak, we still have your family who loves you." Brenda's voice sounded with a sobbing.

"Ummi, don't stay with Fatih ummi." Following the crying voice of my eldest son Fatih.

This sling felt warm I guess, no matter who was holding me, I tried to open my eyes, a little vaguely looking handsome man with a worried face stroke looking right at me before everything was completely silent.

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Cold in the body begins to disappear and warm. From what was once quiet now began to be crowded with the sounds of trees rubbing against each other because of the wind. The eyes are still closed but the ears are starting to function again. The body that had felt weak, could now move a little.

My eyes opened slowly, though, with my sleeping position tilted to the left my gaze was fixed on a man who was chanting softly the holy verse of the Qur'an from a small Mongker-colored muhsaf in his hand and next to him my son Fatih also did the same.

"Trainer." Call me a little slow because the energy is still a bit weak.

Both of them spontaneously set their sights on me.

"Ummi," said Fatih and rushed to run towards me.

"Alhamdulillah, you are aware Ma'am," said Dr. Hafizh shouted to Mbak Brenda and Mbok Darmi.

"I checked his condition first, sorry. Bismillah." With his hands slightly shaking, Hafizh's doctor began to examine my wrists.

"What's Rianti's condition, Than?" Sahut Mbak Brenda who gradually entered the room.

"Thank God, everything is fine."

"Oh praise God, it's good that you're well deck, Ma'am worried you're okay. Don't stress the deck again, don't you feel sorry for the twins in the stomach? Already spared aja Galih heartless that deck. You are young, still beautiful, still deserve more than Galih!" Ma'am Brenda answered while sitting next to me.

I was stunned to hear the words of Sister Brenda. For a moment, I thought about the decision I made. Right or wrong, I don't know. For all I know, divorce is lawful but God hates it. But I also remembered the words of an ustadz, if more harm is better to leave.

"Already Rianti, think about the physical condition of your children if they continue to be in such an environment. Moreover, Galih no longer care for you, the proof until now he has not been looking for news about you and the children," continued Brenda.

"Father Ma'am, I understand, but it is not easy to erase the love that has grown in this heart." I sighed, just putting a load on my chest.

"It's not easy for Rianti, but if you try to erase all the memories of him, then you can definitely forget them." This time Doctor Hafizh chimed in.

My eyes had a chance to look at Doctor Hafizh. It seems like there was something in the eyes of doctor Hafizh when giving me advice. The disappointment he had once experienced.

"Jonathan said, you can definitely forget about it. Slow down Rianti," continued Mbak Brenda.

"Jonathan?" I asked with astonishment.

"Dad, so before I converted, my name was Jonathan Prasetya, but after the conversion I changed it to Muhammad Hafizh Prasetya" replied Hafizh.

"Yah Rianti, but Mbak was used to calling him Jonathan, so Ma'am called him so continuously, although sometimes he said his name was Hafizh, but I answer you still Jonathanku." Mbak Brenda chuckles. I smiled at the behavior of the two brothers.

"Correct, lunch first, Mbok has cooked well, and has been ready at the dinner table," Mbok Darmi slit in the middle of our conversation.

"Dad Mbok." Everyone in the room said Mbok Darmi.

Before heading out to the dinner table, I took my salary to just send a message to Galih. A farewell message for her, and ask her to take care of the divorce immediately after this baby is born.

True said doctor Hafizh, if I try to forget it then in the future I can certainly live without Mas Galih. I need to be happy so that the children live and grow with happiness, even without their Abi again.

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