Game Over (Former Husband)

I'm Strong

If anyone asks who is happier between having a husband or being a single parent? The answer is certainly more comfortable to have a husband, there are friends for a variety of tired and stories. Some give encouragement when we are tired, and take turns to look after the children. However, again I say, not all women are as lucky as others who have understanding husbands. There are those who fared the same as the one I am currently experiencing, there are even those who are much worse than my fate.

Where my husband is comfortable with other women, and just think of me as a halfway house. Than I was by his side, but unhappy is better I have my own path. Looking for my happiness, by parting with him. Although when compared to having a husband, it feels like life is much more cape as it is now.

For three months, after I decided to leave my husband's house, I chose to stay alone with my son. Do not ask for terror or swearing on the part of the husband. If I had a cracker mentality it might have fallen and would have been sickly. Because the swearing on the part of the husband is very diverse. They even use social media to get their opinion that I'm wrong.

Not even a few who support them, because they only see from one side. Our divorce trial is just awaiting a verdict from the court. Neither did my trial report on the charge of infidelity and Zina have entered the trial.

This is what triggered Gio's father's side to attack me on varying charges. Starting from the wife of the ungodly, ungrateful, matre woman, only targeting property and many other accusations. It's not just me who feels attacked. Even Meli and Janah who knew nothing were targeted by them. Even in the office Janah and Meli were hostile just because they were on my side.

Strange indeed, but this life is very difficult to seek justice, just because I do not have the strength I feel oppressed. It turns out that standing in the way of truth is very difficult, which we think is true not necessarily in the eyes of others. In order to maintain my sanity I never again open social media. Not because I'm afraid, but let the court prove who's wrong and who's right. Who is persecuted and who is persecuted.

Like a tree never promises anyone standing under it will provide shade. Until the wind comes and gives coolness. The rain never promised to give life until it watered without choosing. Then he who promised to take my pain and make me happy, in fact only a promise. He who seemed able to protect us from all suffering and misery in fact it was just an attempt to cover up his mistakes. Because that's what feels right, and the victim I chose to be quiet until I presented evidence. Until I show you my dark life will change a beautiful rainbow after the storm hits. Well, I'm sure, the truth will definitely win despite the pain I feel to reach for it.

In accordance with Handan's request during the trial process I did not attend the divorce trial, and sure enough everything went smoothly. Unlike the report hearing on adultery, I came regularly, because Handan said that if I did not attend, especially the first hearing was afraid that the court would cancel my report. I don't want any annulment of the case because of one mistake because I didn't attend.

I have been working like a horse for a month. Departing early in the morning home at night. Like today. I'm home at nine. Almost every day I leave morning and night. Even to play with Gio I don't have time. In the morning sometimes Gio has not woken up, or when I wake up I only chat for a while, before I leave for work. The night of the drought Gio had gone to sleep. Like today when I got home Gio was asleep. It's sad not to be able to watch my son's development. Even I know more about Gio's intelligence than Vidio and also Bi Jum's story.

"Gio is sleeping again Bi?" I asked when I just got home from work, and did not hear the sound of my son running to welcome my return.

"Yes ma'am, now he's sleeping early, maybe it's a ketchup because he's playing ball in the afternoon." As usual Bi Jum always reported on Gio's activities during the day. I reviewed a smile and nodded every time Bi Jum told him about Gio's activities all day.

"Does Gio's father or his family have any messages with Bi Jum wanting to meet with Gio maybe?" I asked, because I just got a report from Meli and Janah, if Gio's father's side made a fuss again on social media. They said I didn't give them access to meet their grandchildren.

I nodded in understanding with Bi Jum's explanation.

Well, it's not strange that they can only hoot opinions so that I impress zholim with them. I asked Handan if his father's lawyer Gio wanted to meet with Gio. However, the answer was the same as Bi Jum. So fix, they're just capers. As a sane person, again I have to give up.

"Yes, thank you Bi, have helped Tazi take care of Gio. And if there's anything or any message from Gio's father's side. Auntie report to me right away. Now Auntie rest first, I want to rest too," I told Bi Jum, who I already consider to be her own sister. The middle-aged woman was very kind and willing to take care of Gio sincerely. Thankful I have a housekeeper who never sided with anyone. He is neutral not provoking his father Gio's family nor myself.

Slowly, I opened the door to my room. The small and innocent body that was lying on its back sleeping with a blue bus car doll beside it made my heart slit again. For her sake, I'm willing to do anything for your life to improve.

I walked slowly, I kissed the sleeping Gio's forehead. Every look at his innocent face while sleeping guilt and regret gnawed at this heart.

"I'm sorry mommy, honey. You must lack your affection, because you have to work and rarely accompany you to play. Mother promises that if there is a time off, mother will take a walk all day we play together." Without feeling my tears melt, flowing.

"Mother never tired of praying, so that you someday understand what you are doing right now is for your good."

I unceasingly encouraged myself, for I only had this body that sometimes felt tired and cape, and was discouraged by the endless household exams. "Thankful I was given a strong physical God, and a trait that was both bodo and cuckoo. God is fair to give all my trials with the strength I have.

"Thank God, you are always next to the servant. Until the strong servant goes so far, albeit with a wounded heart. Never tired of asking for your help.

seriated

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