FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

SESSION 2 MAY THE RAINBOW COME AFTER THE RAIN AND STORM

Chris looked at his wife.

Mutia was washing clothes at times. And this is the first time Christian has seen his wife's ability to perform ordinary home-based activities. But this time it looks amazing.

Christian's little heart.

Mutia who was wearing a negligee and a long cloth that became her lower clothes looked very attractive to her heart.

Chris suddenly approached and grabbed his wife by the shoulder.

He said in a loud voice,

"Sorry, Yang! I'm sorry that I can't make you happy!"

Chris melengos's. Shame because his heart that tidied with a puddle of tears fell easily.

He hated to see Mutia become like this. Smooth hands, lentiknya nails. now must berjibaku with disposable soap bars and plastic attitude.

Christian felt heartbroken when he saw it.

But it was not for Mutia.

His smile expanded wider. His laughter sounded crisp.

"Hahaha..what the hell, Mas! I was happy to remember my happy childhood!"

Chris gawked at the words of Mutia.

"You know what, Mom? When I was six-seven years old, Velli's age, I was the master of diving and swimming at times. The time where we used to live the water was heavier and deeper. We used to use the used tires of the ankle car as well as tronton as a float to play. That time, it was so fun! Hehe..."

"You? Six-seven years old, which? That great?"

"Hm... You're so tacky! Haha... So be my kayak village! Me, three years old already can swim and bathe alone at times! Really, tau!"

"Hehehe... cool!"

"I was born in the village, Mom! Village children who can be called sibolang the adventurer. Haha...!"

"Cool, cool!!!"

Christian's stunned. His eyeballs that had shimmered with sadness, had now turned into rays of admiration.

Mutia really made her love more and more.

Until Mutia suddenly flicked her fingers. Then splashed water from inside the time he deliberately sprayed towards Christian.

"Darling! Haha..."

They play water until they forget the problems.

Ignore the outside world. Because they are happy now. They are also not an illegitimate couple and are cursed by Allah Ta'ala.

Even after washing, Chris and Mutia rejoined the students. Following the yellow book study. Discuss the meaning of life and love for the Creator. With guidance from Abah and the ustad of course.

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While at the same end of the time, Chris and Mutia were washing clothes,... Viona and Roger did the same. Washing their clothes that have not been piled up for days.

Unlike Mutia and Chris, who look sweet is also romantic. Play water after washing. Then go home immediately to the boarding school.

Viona and Roger were both born into well-to-do families.

Both of them cannot wash their clothes at times. Brush on the stone, then rinse directly into the water times.

Both are confused and make their clothes like toys.

"Maaas, that's my bra drifting!!!" viona's screams make Roger run after Viona's underwear that drifted by the current.

The shallow water with the big stone is also medium and so clear it makes Viona and Roger forget time.

Both of them were laughing at the folly of those who could not wash that manual and natural.

"Haha...! Oh my goodness, Yang! When is this clean clothes, if our work is like this? Haha..."

"I brush, you rinse, Mas!"

"Okay, Honey! Uh, your feet don't soak in the water at all times! Don't be! Let's go up on the rock!"

"Ga what, Mom! I can't squat! My stomach is growing!"

"Udah, Yang! You just go home. Let me wash his clothes!" roger said softly.

"Ish, what's wrong, Mom! Come on, let's finish fast! His eyes are getting hot, like it's already ten o'clock past!"

Roger pulls Viona's hand. He took her to the riverbank and told her to sit quietly waiting for Roger to finish the laundry.

"Sit quietly, huh? Remember, don't be reckless! Let Roger's dad finish it all! Okay?"

Viona smiled sweetly. His heart was filled to see the husband who looked covered in sweat.

He wiped Roger's sweat. Only the look in his eyes spoke, that his love for the 34-year-old man was growing.

Roger rubbed Viona's head which was now covered in a hijab.

"Yes! Whatever our circumstances, it's hard to be happy, I'm happy as long as I'm with you!"

Melting Viona's heart immediately heard Roger's seduction-like speech.

His smile expanded wider.

"I love you, Roger!"

Roger is melting. Heart warms. His soul slowly strengthened.

Lordy! Please take care of my wife and children! Always save them! Protect from all trouble, misfortune and danger! I ask only for Your blessing, for me and my beloved little family! Aami...

The heartfelt prayers from Roger's heart made him more enthusiastic about washing clothes.

Roger finally finished his job faster.

"Yok we're home! It's day, yuk! Look, your face is red like a boiled shrimp ready to eat!" roger's tease on his wife.

He's holding Viona's fat body. While next to his hand carrying a bucket containing the clothes he had washed.

"Thank you, Mom! You are a super duper great standby husband!"

"Praise me, yeah! I can fly like Superman!"

"Huh? Suparman? The parking lot in front of Indomaret in front of our housing, Mas!"

"Ck ck...! Just a week in Suryalaya, you've missed out on Suparman!"

"Haihi...! Sorry, sorry.., joked ze!"

"Gee! Suppose it's in the room, I finish you off, Yang! Let K.O lie on his back with a smile of satisfaction!"

"Shhhh...! Mes*m, mode! You can't talk on public streets! This is not the city of Jakarta, which freely issues swear and meaningless words! It's a village full of manners and manners!" Viona whispered to remind Roger.

"Astaghfirullahal'adziim! Sorry, God! Sorry, Yang!" answer Roger in a soft voice.

The two returned to the boarding house with a calm heart, even though the sweat soaked the entire body. Because the journey to times that are quite far and steep.

They had to climb uphill, climb hilly streets and cross rice fields when returning to the pesantren.

But the journey was not without lessons. A colorful life is a story of the future.

That the wheel of life we will surely pass and we must live.

Bitter, sweet, hard, happy. With what kind of heart and what kind of feeling, that's the choice.

Do we have to cry howl when we arrive at the bottom point of the spinning wheel? Or legowo accepts fate, trying to change destiny again. By praying and trying.

Because life is not happy. God gives us trials through treasure, throne and love.

That is the color in every human life. Like a rainbow that comes after rain and storms. We will admire the beauty of the silhouette of its colors, with a smile of gratitude for Allah is Most Good.

...-Viona Yuliana...

...-fika Suherman-...

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