First Wife Heart Wound

Farewell

The night passed quickly and the morning greeted with a smile. Hanum blinked his eyes as the sunlight began to shine.

Hanum stared at the clock on the wall of his house, the number only showed at seven in the morning, which means he fell asleep two hours after his morning prayers.

Hanum got up and walked towards the bathroom, refreshing his body and mind a little. Shortly after that he rushed out of the room, and prepared food before he went home to his parents.

But when Hanum opened the door, how surprised she was when the husband was not exactly her ex-husband, standing in front of the door of the room that Hanum occupied.

Hanum thought her husband came back when the honey told her not to leave for too long, but when she saw the eye bags in her husband's eyes, Hanum is convinced that her husband didn't come back last night.

"Dad!" sapa Ilham's.

"You didn't come home last night to your wife's house?"

Inspiration shook her head, "I slept on the couch last night!" the answer.

"Why?"

"Sit down first what do I want to talk about?" bring Ilham.

Hanum said, when Ilham brought his hand back in and sat by his bed.

"It may be too late for Mas to say this, but it's really in my heart. I am so sorry that doing all this to you, maybe even a thousand words of my apology, will not be able to heal the wounds I have made in your heart." said Ilham paused his sentence.

Hanum was still staring and thinking what this would be the end of his pain all along.

"After Mas thought, maybe the best way for us is indeed farewell" said Ilham who began to falter, because the tears that began to come down coloring his regrets.

"I'm sorry if all this time Mas has been zholim to you, sorry if Mas also often ignore you and sorry for not being able to be loyal only to you. I'm freeing you to choose your path as my apology."

Hanum's tears dripped, his heart throbbing pain, love and the household he had built for five years, now ran aground. Regretting himself, the answer is yes! if he was quickly given a baby, maybe his household would still be fine. But perhaps this has also become the path that God chose for her, in a time of loyalty and testing given by the Almighty unable to make the heart of the husband remain in his grasp.

Now only the sincerity that Hanum had, if only. I don't know how much Hanum would have wanted, but anyway he hoped the path God chose would have been best for him.

Hanum still faithfully listened to the words of Inspiration, which sounded to cut his heart.

"May Mas ask for the files Dek, let Mas take care of our divorce later?" pinta.

Hanum then stood up, towards the cupboard that he used to store all the valuable papers, which were in his house.

Hanum took a pile of documents that far before, Hanum had prepared if Ilham did not give certainty to the fate of his household.

Hanum walked back to Ilham and handed over everything Ilham asked for, Ilham stared at all the neatly arranged files, inside a dark blue map.

"Have you prepared all this before?" ask without taking your eyes off the dark blue map.

"Yes!" answer Hanum briefly.

"So you've been planning to leave me?" ask again.

Hanum shook his head, "No Mas I used to think, maybe we can live three lives between me you and my madam. But your selfishness and your inability to divide time, which made me choose this path. I've given you a chance, but your trust is getting thinner for me, which makes that opportunity go away."

"I still give you face, to file for divorce first, if I demand it, I'm afraid your good name will be damaged later. Let people think that I am incapable of our marriage. That's the last thing I can do for you, as a thank you to me for loving me for five years."

Inspiration is increasingly embarrassed to hear the words of the woman who had stopped and reigned in her heart and life first.

"When you stay here first Dek, while waiting for your iddah period. Mas who will leave this house." said Ilham interrupted his crying.

"No Mas, I'll go home to my mother's house and will spend my iddah time there!"

"But I don't know yet and this is also your house Deck?"

"I will be more tormented, as I go through my iddah here, our memories will continue to spin and it will be very torturous!"

"But what about mom?"

"I'll explain everything Mas, you take it easy. I'll understand it even if not now but one day he'll understand, if it's best for both of us!"

Inspiration speechless he again troublesome wife who soon will be his ex-wife. Just to apologize to your mother-in-law.

"When are you going home? let's take you home later."

Hanum shook his head, "Let me go home by myself Mas, I haven't finished packing either. I don't want to leave any memories in this house." he said steadily.

Ilham nodded, "Then, Mas said goodbye. I'll go home to my mother's house during our divorce. Take care of yourself and once again I'm sorry for making you hurt like this." Ilham said as he stood up and walked away, but before his feet stepped out, Ilham turned and said, "Can I hold you? before the word talak I say to you later."

Hanum turned to look at the husband and nodded. Gaining the approval of the wife of Ilham slightly ran and hugged the woman who had been there and accompanied her to fight from under it.

The hug felt heavy, Ilham hugged him tightly as if he did not want to let go. Inspiration dyed Hanum's entire face and ended up on the rannum's lips. A kiss without lust, just letting go of a longing that he will soon never be able to shed.

Inspiration unravels her embrace. His eyes still shed tears, which somehow since when often decorate his handsome face.

"I'm sorry, you take good care of yourself and please forgive me." pinta Ilham.

Hanum nodded and that morning became the beginning of their separation, Hanum with his life and Inspiration with his pain that had just begun.

After Ilham left, Hanum returned to clean up the rest of his belongings, as he said. He did not want to leave any trace of her in this house even with his own memories.

Hanum started tidying up the house, cooking all the ingredients available in the refrigerator. Put it in each container and put it back in the refrigerator. It was a dish she made for the last time, before her service as a wife was taken from her life.

Hanum pulls a large suitcase from inside his room, staring back at the room that once bore witness to his love. Before he actually stepped out of the house.

Hanum ordered a taxi online to drive her home to her mother, shortly waiting for the taxi Hanum ordered to arrive. With heavy footsteps Hanum left the house and before the taxi he was riding drove Hanum sent a message. "I'm saying, take care of yourself. Sorry if while being a wife I am not a good wife for you, if there is time to go home. I'm still preparing your favorite meal as my last form of service for you." the message Hanum sent before he turned off his phone and chose to enjoy his journey home to his mother.

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