First Wife Heart Wound

Luka

"I accepted her marriage and marriage to Amalia bint Aziz with a set of cash-paid prayer tools"... Legitimate..legitimate"

" The voice sounded clear, making the wound in this heart more and more slashed…. Yes it is the voice of someone who means so much in my life, the voice of a priest in my heart, who has shared in the joys of my life the last 5 years.

But now this voice has also ravaged my heart.it has destroyed the defences I built to die, so that these tears will not shed.

"Today exactly 5 years of our marriage age, he clearly said he was going to remarry a woman he had not known for a long time, he said he was in love, this heartbreak when he, he, the man who was the only one chose to marry again.

Tears I can no longer bear with a soft sob I ask ?" Since when did that taste exist?

"Either all goes without me noticing, for often we meet the feeling of it slowly being present in my heart.

Do you love me no more?

No, baby, I still love you, but I can't avoid it either, the more I try to stay away the more it hurts!

"I was stunned, crying in my pain, why? What cage! why do you have the heart because until now I can give offspring so you turn away?

" I'm sorry.but I hope you understand and accept all of this, I promise to be a fair husband to you later.

Then he left me with the wound he left, the wound that somehow would heal and fade away, until it was gone.

"With a hasty step I left my husband's wedding and.

" Breakk"

"Without me knowing I hit a man holding a child! "

"I'm sorry I didn't accidentally"

"Where the hell mbak, heart heart dong klo way, I again carry a child klo klo sampe fell how"?

" I'm really sorry mas, I didn't accidentally" With still teary-eyed myself saying sorry."

"Hhhh, yes, next time heart!" Then he left Hanum who was still crying!"

With the gontai steps Hanum back to their house, the house that bears witness to their love, the house that bears witness to the grief of a "Hanum" a wife who accompanies the struggle of her husband from scratch, the, flashback of his memories with his husband back dancing in the eye. "O Allah is this heavy in Your trials" am I able, O God.

With tears in her eyes, Hanum stepped into their room, the room that witnessed the tired and tired of fusing into one in the sigh of the hunt, this sick woman became a wife whose love for her husband began to divide, with another woman who was newly present in the middle of the void waiting for the reski that never existed in the form of a fetus.