Destiny Love Rianti

8. The Pilu Mas Hafizh

The car we were riding was speeding, down every street of the capital that was being drenched in rain. Silence, the atmosphere still did not change. In the back, I was still seriously staring at the sky which was now gray-black, immersing myself in a long daydream. Trying to forget all the good memories with Mas Galih.

Hufft...

"We stopped at the restaurant firstwell, lunch, laper nih," said Mas Hafizh breaking the silence.

"Come on, Ma'am is also a laper, want to eat a lot of the cheap actor's gegara!" Connect with Brenda.

[Alhamdulillah] I murmured in my heart, for from that moment there was pain in the stomach from hunger.

"What do you want to eat Rianti?" Ask the Hafizh.

"What is the important thing is to be full" I said slowly.

"We ate at a nearby restaurant."

Mas Hafizh parked his car right in front of the restaurant "Thousands of Delicious Flavors". Without lingering, we went down and entered the Islamic restaurant. We immediately took a place near the window so we could enjoy food while staring at the rain of blessings that fell heavily during the day.

Not waiting long, the waiter approached us. In Muslim dress, he was very polite to serve us. My hands began to open the menu book that was given the service earlier.

"I ordered orange Juice, Binjai Fried Chicken, the same desert Banoffee Pie," said Brenda.

"If I, the drink is different Manggo Juice, the other is the same as this Mbak," said Mas Hafizh while pointing to the anger of Brenda.

"If I, as well as them, drink it I order Melon Juice well, and do not forget the mineral water that is usually dead."

The waiter painstakingly wrote all our orders. And back to back.

Meanwhile, Brenda said to the toilet because there was a call of nature. Now it's just me and Hafizh, silent without a word. This atmosphere is a little awkward, I have never been in a situation like this, alone with Mas Hafizh. Hafizh mas also looks uncomfortable, sometimes he busies himself by playing his game.

"Aren't you curious about Rianti's incident?" Tukas mas Hafizh looked at me a little.

"Don't you want to ask me something about my relationship with Amira?" He continued by staring at the glass window that showed the view outside the restaurant.

"Amira is my ex-wife Rianti!" Cecar mas Hafizh seemed to answer all the questions that arise in my mind.

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Four years ago....

"I received the marriage and marriage of Almira Safana Setiawan with a dowry a set of prayer tools and a set of jewelry paid for in cash."

"Well." Right."

"Well." Right."

Alhamdulillah, the holy pledge is said already in front of the witnesses and the rulers. Today I officially became the husband of a beautiful woman who smiled charmingly beside me. With a white color of kebaya she looks beautiful and charming.

Amira name, the woman I just dated for three months and without lingering directly to make a wife. The woman who made me fall in love at first sight. The woman who made me convert to Islam.

She is a modern woman, her appearance is always fashionable. At the beginning of the meeting she was very gentle, her sweet smile stunned me. He used to work at one of the top car dealers in the capital. But because she is now my wife, I order her to stop working. He also obeyed.

About the material do not ask again, I am entrusted by my father to lead his company in the city of Bandung. Although I am currently still continuing my final studies in the medical science section of Obstetrics and Gynaecology specialists (Obgini \= obstetrician).

I earn quite a lot each month. From this income I was able to buy a luxurious house for Amira. As well as buying the branded luxury items he wanted.

I pamper him with my treasure, I do it because I love him so much. I employ two ARTs, from the inside of the house to the yard.

In order to repay all my debts, I sold all the valuable assets I had. Even our luxurious house was sold.

Amira is very hard hit about this, because he is not used to living hard. She is a woman of high prestige. He began to change with me, no longer submissive and always defiant.

He decided to work again to shore up our economic problems. He worked in one of the major companies as a secretary. Honestly, this makes me uncomfortable, because Amira always looks sexy when working. But I let it go for his happiness.

While I was trying to apply for jobs at various Hospitals using my medical diploma. Thank God I was accepted, but with income not as much as before.

From this income, I try to save little by little, the plan I want to build a business in the culinary section. But not yet collected, Amira has asked him to buy luxury items that he likes. I had to be sincere and give all my savings to him.

Exactly two years into our marriage, I was shocked to find a photo of Amira being in intimate contact with a man older than her in a karaoke place. A photo sent by one of my friends via WhatsApp.

Looking at the photo, my anger boiled. I immediately asked him about the photo. He did not avoid that he cheated, because I was no longer rich. While the man is rich and can buy the luxury items he wants.

Hearing all the explanations, I suddenly fell silent. My heart hurts so much. The woman I love is a traitor.

There was no guilt in Amira's heart. After quite a fight between us, with a quick movement he packed all his stuff in the closet. Before leaving, he asked me to divorce him immediately.

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Today....

Hearing all the stories of Hafizh, I empathized a little with the man in front of me now. How could Amira be so foolish as to leave such a good man behind.

"After two years I divorced Amira, during those two years I never heard from her, the last news I heard from my friend that, Amira was humiliated by the wife of the man who became his mistress, the real one is also his boss, he was dishonorably fired by his boss' wife. And after that there's no more news of him." Hafizh continued his story.

"Fall awake I began to rule my life. Trying to forget about Amira by focusing on building the culinary business I planned. Thank God, my business is smooth and now I can build luxury restaurants in various regions. Not until there, I tried to make my own clinic, Alhamdulillah again Sekar clinic which was once small now has become a Hospital that specializes in treating pregnant women patients."

There was a stroke of sadness on Hafizh's face. The disappointment he felt at that time.

"Amira is not Rianti's good woman, she only loves Galih's treasure." This time Ms. Brenda chimed in our conversation with a movement to sit down.

"Hopefully he loves Galih with sincerity Ma'am, who knows Amira has changed" I said.

"Hope that!" Reply Ms. Brenda.

Ten minutes we waited, finally our order came too. Without waiting for long we ate all the food on the table.

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Mas Hafizh drove up the car we were riding in, breaking the streets of the capital that were being drenched in heavy rain. My mind is confused between sad if Amira just toying with mas Galih or should be happy if one day mas Galih destroyed. I don't know, this heart still wants to care about the man who is no longer my husband.

[Ahh, it's Rianti. Forget Galih, he doesn't love you anymore, he's not your husband anymore. Look at your future with the children, leave all your memories with it] My mind speaks.

About an hour drive we took, now we are in front of the gate of the house Mbak Brenda. Pak Wahyu the security guard quickly opened the gate by using an umbrella so as not to get wet.

I opened the car door and galloped into the house, followed by Mbak Brenda and mas Hafizh. Mbok Darmi immediately opened the door and prepared a warm tea for us to drink.

While I stepped quickly into the bedroom, to see my twin daughters being guarded by a babysitter paid by Ms. Brenda.

Kugendong them take turns to ASI while giving shalawat. Before leaving earlier, I deliberately provided stock ASI that I accommodated in a special container of ASI and then I stored in the refrigerator.

Slowly the wound of the heart begins to dry, still sick indeed but not as sick as before. I am determined to step away from the dark past into a blessed future with my daughter's son. Promising that there will be no more tears of sadness for the suffering of the laundered by Galih, there is only the blessing of life that I try to get from Him.

Seriate....