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

SESSION 2 HAPPENED TO CHRISTIAN

"Fi-Word?"

"Mas! How you doing?"

"My news.well, thank you!"

Samar Chris looked at the smile on the lips of the handsome man. His face, it's shining brightly. Even brighter and more handsome. Plus a white shirt and a checkered sarong cloth that looked familiar to Christian.

"Enjoy, Mom! I'm sure you can get up again!"

"Thank you, Man!... Man..., I want to apologize for all my past mistakes!"

"I've been forgiven for a long time. Don't be sad when you remember the past!"

"I also apologize for my brother Herdilan's mistake. Which has taken away your life. Sorry..."

"This is my destiny, my mother! I am grateful, this self can make others aware, if bad actions are not good for themselves other than the person who is colonized. Herdilan has been rewarded by his own actions."

"The word...! If you were alive,"

That handsome face was smiling, so sweet. His head shook a few times.

"Back off! I still want to see Mutia happy. With you, her face is so beautiful! Happy Mutia!"

"The word!"

The man passed. He ignored Christian's call.

Cris skulking. He felt his chest tight. Like being sucked in his body soul from the labyrinthine hallways that are occasionally white, then turned colorful.

Sayup-sayup heard the sound of people teaching. The clearer, the more sounds.

Chris opened his eyelids.

He was surprised to find his wife's face covered with her hands holding her chest and face.

"Lodie?"

"Yahoo!!! Alhamdulillaah!! Thank God! Hik hik hicks..."

Christian looked to the left. Two crying faces, too. Verrel and Velli, flood of tears.

"Alhamdulillah..."

Everyone in the room cried out happily, praising the greatness of Allah Ta'ala.

"Mas! Thank goodness.you're back!"

"Me, why?" tanyanya confusion.

The face of Abah, Nyai, and Wildan now looks like the face of a relieved person.

"You, passed out during the dawn prayer!" replied Abah who was almost 80 years old, but still looks healthy wal'afiat.

Chris pensive.

Wildan gave him a glass of water with the help of a spoon.

When Chris was about to wake up, he felt his body ache and stiff.

"Fuck!"

"You've been suspended for almost an hour, Chris! It's only natural that your body feels stiff. Hehe..."

Abah rubbed the leaves he had planted with his mouth at Cristian's feet.

A dead queen? I... surly for nearly an hour? Chris' heart murmured.

Now Mutia, Verrel and Velli are closing their bodies to Chris.

"Hik hik hicks...! Don't leave me, Mom! I am not ready to be born and be. Nor do I want my sons to be orphans at a young age. Save your soul, Mas!"

"Your husband is conscious now, Muti. Give him a soft meal first! Also love warm sweet tea, so that digestion returns to normal!" abah's words made Mutia immediately rise up to take everything the old man said.

Some ustad and santri-santri who had been teaching, one by one came to Chris with a relieved smile. They say continuing the activity felt Chris was in good condition again.

For an hour less she cried, roared, bemoaned the state of her husband who was not breathing when prostrating at dawn prayer.

Chris was unconscious. Even his weakened pulse, slowly dissipated, as Chris' body began to turn blue and stiff.

Mutia was very scared. He could not even see the faces of others around him trying to calm him down.

Mutia hysterical. Similarly, two of his heart that cries bitterly jerked Chris' body that began to cool.

Chris was almost nearing his death.

Either. (wallahu a'lam bisshowaf).

As he remembered, dawn was as usual. Take the scabbard and the black kopeah. And he went to the cowboy where he took ablution in the place of the santri who was quite far from his room.

Chris did not deliberately wake Mutia because the morning dawn had not been reverberated. Time shows four o'clock less. So he felt sorry to see the tired face of Mutia who was still clearly drawn even though she was asleep.

He prayed tahiyatul masjid two rakaat. Try a few dozen minutes while waiting for the santri to arrive.

Just ordinary stuff. There was no sign that he would faint and be declared dead.

Mutia came carrying a bowl of porridge and a glass of hot sweet tea.

Christian's wife's hand was still shaking. Her tears were still melting even though she had now been able to control herself from the grief.

Chris sat down slowly.

Verrel Velli who had been sitting next to him while holding his fingers left right now looked calmer.

"Don't think too deep and too far, Mom! Don't worry about what God has set for all of us. Nay! Hik hicks...! I, still desperately need you to raise both of our children!"

Chris wiped away the tears on Mutia's cheek.

Verrel and Velli also hugged Papa tightly. The two cried again. But now that cry is a cry of newness and a happy cry.

Papa they've returned.

They had thought that his Father had gone to be called the Almighty. And they can't be with him for life.

"Hik hik hik..."

Christian was also swept away by a deep sense of haru.

"Tomorrow we'll go back to town. We're looking for a new home, and we're also building a new business. Papa needs help praying you all, huh?!?"

"Yes, Pa! Hik hik hicks..."

They do not fall poor. Nor do they fall into fatal losses.

Chris has lost the company he built as a young man. He also lost his Papa company which was merged into his company.

But the assets of the house and others do not necessarily run out all. Also the assets of his brothers who had been granted to help his finances paid the financial loss of the failed tender.

But God says something else,...

The company should fall in the hands of others. It was a very expensive price so Chris slumped.

But what makes the adult man worse is the story of life and romance of his parents and siblings into a story of famous and scorned, reviled and reviled by the general public who only see from the outside only.

Life story that does make people immediately grunt, hate and could have stayed away. That's what brought Chris down.

But now, he has returned to his stable condition.

Back at her conscious self, just an ordinary human being. Who can't stop and stop the ravings of the people. Until everyone is silent.

Chris is determined to fight back. Be a good husband and a great father. For wives and children who still need it.

He doesn't want to bother, now. He will no longer care about the past lives of his parents and siblings who are seen as strange by others.

Enough of him and God alone knows the true story.

Man has a wrong place, and he should be a wrong man, asking for forgiveness and trying to walk the right path.

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