
"Nia, we need to talk. I don't want to be apart, Nia,"
Alif knocked on the door of the room that his wife had closed. He kept thinking, there was no way Alisa who was a child could lie.
'Don't be the mother who has lied' Alif's inner self.
"Nia, open the door. Would you have let me sleep outside, I haven't even bathed and changed clothes,"
He kept trying to persuade his wife, he knew Rania was soft-hearted so would not have the heart of him. The door suddenly opened, Rania looked at her husband expressionlessly. He threw a pillow, a blanket and a change of clothes for the man. Alif was astonished, he did not expect his wife to be this long.
"You better pack up and get out of this house, and hurry up and take care of our divorce,"
Rania immediately closed the door again without giving Alif a chance to protest. Alif sighed violently, his heart completely agitated. His attitude that easily ignited emotions and too blame his wife has boomerang for himself.
Now he does not understand what else to do, his mother is so willing to make him in a difficult position like this. He was really upset, he didn't want to lose his wife and children. When his phone rang, he lazily picked it up.
"How about Lif, have you taught your wife that lesson? You don't believe me if he makes up stories, he just wants to pit you and mom,"
Her mother really wanted to influence her, but the truth is that she already knew the truth from Alisa who couldn't possibly lie to her.
"Mom don't lie anymore, I already know everything. Why would you do this to me? Don't you like seeing me happy? Why do you want to ruin my marriage, why Mom?" ask Alif.
Now the man was so sad that he could not bear the pace of his tears that had now flowed down his cheeks. She was down in tears, supported on both knees, her tears now wetting the floor. He was still silent, waiting for an explanation from the person who gave birth to him, which he had always defended all this time.
"He lied, Alif, do you trust your wife more than your mother who gave birth to you?" ask his mother who is still clumsy.
"Rania didn't say anything, Alisa told me about everything. I don't have to give up anymore, all this time I've been defending Mom even though I knew she was wrong. I'm so disappointed, you've ruined my marriage, mother,"
Alif immediately disconnected the call, his disappointment was too great to keep listening to the rebuttal for the sake of rebuttal from the mouth of the woman who had given birth to him. His feelings have been blinded by a sense of devotion that he thinks will lead him to heaven, but in fact it makes him a wicked husband.
With a limp step he headed to the bathroom, after finishing cleaning his body he immediately made coffee as his moody friend. The quiet cold night, the puff of cigarette smoke and the smell of coffee slightly treat the taste of disappointment.
"Oh my God, what should I do? I'm so scared of losing them? Forgive this servant of yours O Allah, I do not wish to part with Rania,"
There is no place to complain but Allah the Exalted. Human instinct is to forget when happy, remember when there is a problem.
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Next day.
Rania is working as usual. He cooks, cleans houses, drives Alisa to school and other routines. But she did not consider her husband's presence at all. I don't know what time the man sleeps so wake up late, but there is no desire Rania to wake him. He must get used to not interfering in the man's affairs, as they will soon be separated.
"Darling, let's take a shower. After that we will take a walk out" he told Bintang.
The cry of the Star made Alif wake up, his eyes were swollen even though not as bad as his wife. The man looked at the happiness of his son and wife with a sad look. He would never see that beautiful thing again in his life.
"Honey, where are you going? Can I come, okay?"
The star did not answer, the boy was even more hugged to his mother. Seemed the look of terrified eyes framing her tiny face. Alif's heart was sliced, his battle last night had made the boy feel afraid of him. How he had succeeded in mentally injuring his son.
"Dear, don't be afraid of me. Dear Dad, the stars,"
Alif tried to get closer and wanted to hold his son, but the boy took refuge behind his mother.
"Dad is evil, dad is angry, dad has hit mom. Bad dad, I don't want to be with you, Dad,"
Sick but not bleeding, maybe this is how Alif feels now. His flesh blood now hated him, Bintang and Alisa were already unwilling to be with him anymore. He was really sorry for everything that happened.
"Nia, I beg you to forgive me. I know I was wrong, but my mother lied. I don't know if my mom's capable of all this, I don't want to part with you,"
Alif rests at his wife's feet, but Rania quickly moves away. She did not want her husband to beg her, her heart was already too sick, the wounds the man had scratched. His heart was ready to end it all.
"It's too late, I've completely closed my heart to you. You better pack your things and get out of here, I don't want to see you anymore. If you want to take the kids, we'll meet in court,"
Rania has been lazy to mince words, she immediately left her husband who is still pensive lamenting her fate. What we grow, that's what we get. Emotions can destroy anyone, so we must take care of them, because time will never return.
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A few moments later.
Rania immediately drove her vehicle towards the house of Tiara, she wanted to pour out all her anxiety. He couldn't hold it alone. He knows divorce is not trivial, although he is sure but he wants to hear the opinion of his family as well.
"Rania, actually very dear once if it has to end this way. But if it is the best, I will always support you. You should also talk about this matter to Mas Bagas and our parents" Tiara suggested after listening to Rania's story.
"Yes, I'll tell them later,"
"What if they take your children, Nia? They're the only grandchildren because Alif's sister doesn't have any children yet, they must be trying to take it from you,"
"I'll go the legal route, brother,"
"It takes a long time and a lot of money, Nia. It looks like Alif's family won't let you go,"
Rania gasped, doubt began to fill her heart. He could not afford to lose his children.