Divorce, Mother

episode 19's

After waiting for a while, Iqbal finally came home. When Vina was about to go inside. Rasti called Vina.

"Oo, so you stay here. Our old house." - ridiculed Rasti. While circling Vina's body.

"I thought you were special, but only used." pressed Rasti again.

"From the four houses of Iqbal, how come you get the smallest? Just three rooms. Not got a house that has a second floor." scorned him again.

Iqbal did have four different houses, one occupied by Vina, one occupied by her and two rented to her fellow doctors. Because it just so happened that the house was close to the hospital. Iqbal has a two-story house, he used to buy the house to be his wedding gift with Rasti. But Rasti sued for divorce just the day before her wedding anniversary. The house, only inhabited since parting with Rasti. He and Rasti used to live in one of those rented houses.

"Originally you know, as long as we were married Iqbal loved me very much. So it's impossible for him to forget me as soon as possible" Rasti said.

"You're not Iqbal's type. She likes beautiful, tall, and sexy women. Not like you." Rasti beaver again.

"Why are you quiet, huh!" snapped Rasti, he was furious because Vina had been silent.

"I'm waiting for you to finish talking. If so, now I'm talking, yes!" answer Vina casually.

"When before you know, if I'm Iqbal's wife-to-be. You're muji me loh. Sweet. I still remember." vina's lips.

"For the house, just calm down before marriage I've lived here. So if you're married, just imagine where I live. And, for Mas Iqbal, I think you remember, I was his first love. So, it's only natural dong. If he was, he used to like me better than you." Answer Vina firmly.

Rasti emotionlessly heard Vina's reply, she was about to slap Vina. But Vina held him back.

"Don't you dare touch me. Or you will know the consequences." said Vina firmly. And throw Rasti's hand.

"You!" show Rasti, while leaving Vina's house.

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Meanwhile, in a different place. Adit was sitting on the campus garden chair. Finally after a discussion with himself. She chose nursing. He was afraid that medical school would cost a lot. He does not want to trouble his mother.

As he was being aloof, there was a pair of eyes that kept staring at him with a feeling of admiration. Adit personally cold made the girls curious. There were some students who were blatantly approaching him. Adit bluntly said, if he wants to go to college quietly. Not want to add to the problem with the name dating.

Those who approached her included the girls. But Adit remained indifferent. Because he remembered his mother's message. To learn right.

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"I can't believe it, no matter how Iqbal can't marry Vina, I can't accept it. Cook him marry a girl uglier than me. It's called humiliation." said Rasti who paced back and forth in her room.

Rasti, now she's married to a businessman. Her husband is one of the richest men in town. But he always felt lonely. Although rich, her husband was rarely at home. He was too busy with his business.

It was different when I married Iqbal. Although busy Iqbal, always took the time to tell Rasti. It's just a WA message. And Iqbal always take Rasti on weekends, even if only to travel around the city. But he's happy.

"I have to go to the hospital, yes I have to meet with Iqbal" Rasti said.

Arriving at the hospital, it turns out Iqbal is serving patients in poly. So, Rasti decided to wait in her car. Because if he goes to Iqbal's house. Later, he was afraid of being kicked out by Iqbal.

By noon, he finally saw Iqbal get out to his car. Rasti rushed out and called out to Iqbal.

"Mas Iqbal." call Rasti screaming.

Iqbal who listened to his name was called, circulating a glance. Finally he knew who called him.

"I want to apologize for yesterday" said Rasti when he arrived in front of Iqbal.

"Okay, I'm sorry." replied Iqbal, stepping towards his car.

"Mas, listen to me first. I want to have a serious talk with you. Can you?" rasti said, holding Iqbal's hand.

"Speak, I'll listen." Iqbal insisted. Removing the hand from Rasti's grasp.

"Don't come with me." exclaimed Rasti.

"It's here, or not at all" Iqbal said firmly.

"All right, I want us to keep in touch. Don't marry Vina. Please." sulking Rasti.

"You're not who I am anymore, so please don't stop my business" Iqbal told Rasti.