I'm not Wonder Woman

Forcing Back

Fajri followed Pak Yono out of the police building towards the parking lot.

Fajri was still frowning looking for the figure of his wife but did not see it.

Sena in the car is still waiting with her heart pounding.

Soon Sena saw Pak Yono and his partner walking towards her. Sena cuddly looking for the figure of Fajri who has not been seen.

Sena's smile expanded while the figure sought was covered by Pak Yono's body which was indeed large height.

Fajri saw the figure in the car immediately splashed and opened the car door Pak Yono. Fajri cried while hugging Sena's body.

Sena could not hold back her emotions. She was crying too. A very longing enveloped his feelings.

"Yes Allah....Alhamdulilla... I thought you didn't pick me up..." Said Fajri who broke his embrace.

Pak Yono and his partner smiled. "Where are you going now?" Ask Mr. Yono. "I'm going back to C."

"No need sir. Later at the front-prapatant red light, we go down there." Fajri.

"alright.. Come aboard. But remember Fajri, tomorrow you have to come, report yourself." Said Pak Yono.

"Yes Sir... I didn't forget." Fajri.

Pak Yono's colleagues directly run the car. He stopped before the crossroad.

"You sure you're down here?" Ask Mr. Yono again.

"Yes Sir... My in-laws' house just took a microlet once there." Show Fajri.

"All right then. You guys be careful." Message from Mr. Yono.

"Thank you sir." Fajri and Sena.

Fajri goes down first then he holds Sena's body which will get off the car.

Pak Yono's car had already left them.

"Where are we going now?" Ask Fajri.

"We went to your mother's house, Mas." Sena.

"Son... I'm going to Mother's house. I want to apologize to Mother and Bang Tino." Fajri.

"But Aunty Mas's message last night...." Not yet Sena finished her words, Fajri had already cut them off.

"Son... I'm going to Mother's house." Fajri's Firm.

"Mas... But your mother has forced us to divorce." Sena.

"Mother is hurt by your mother's words." Sena.

"All right then. If that's what you want. You just go home. Let me be here. I'm not going home anywhere." Fajri.

"Where are you going? Don't be like that Mas, I'm still responsible for Mas's return. I'll be wrong again." Sena begged.

"Son... You're not wrong, I'm wrong everything. You've been riding the microlet there. Let me live on the street." Fajri. Either it's real or it's just a bluff. But being able to make Sena very worried.

However, Sena still loves Fajri despite the many wounds inflicted by Fajri.

Sena sighed at Fajri's stubbornness. Sena is confused, if He takes Fajri home, Mother will be angry with him. And her mother Fajri has decided that once Fajri is free, Sena and Fajri should get divorced.

"Mas... Don't make me hard dong....I'm taking you to Mom's house." Sena persuaded Fajri.

"I said no... I'm not going home to Mom. Why would I come home to my mother if you weren't with me anymore. I'd better just live on the street." Fajri's Firm.

The long discussion is not over. Want to not finally Sena gave up. "Well, it's already... Now you're throwing shit away... Don't let you bring bad things into the house."

That's so....Finally Sena took Fajri to the Port. Fajri threw himself clean up and threw away the clothes he was wearing from the police.

Sena gives Sena a change of clothes that Sena brought from home. Because there is no way Fajri came home using T-shirts and butts that were cut originally. Fajri's head was slippery, bald not a single hair left.

The day is already very hot. Sena's phone is ringing. He saw the name on his cell phone. "Mother..." Sena bit her lower lip. "Mother must be angry." Inner Sena. Sena pressed the on button.

"Hello Sena... You where? How long? Poor Rizki nih nangis keep nanyain You." Mother Said.

"Sena's still on Bun's way." Sena.

"Mas Fajri doesn't want Bun. He forced to go home to Mother." Sena.

"Say... Mother does not like it!" Mother said annoyed.

"It's Bun, but Mas Fajri ngancem even want to sleep in the street, if Sena no longer want the same household as Him." Obviously Sena.

"Truly, are you people?! So forced... I can find a way to get back... Why don't you just stay?! Why do you have a man but that's how he behaves...??" Mother is more upset.

"Sena confused Bun. If Sena stays on the street later we mistake her family again..." Sena said at last.

"Huhuhh... Mode is He... Crocodile Tears... Already home...!" Mother decided on the phone.

"Who?" Ask Fajri.

"Mother...." Sena.

"What did Mother say?" Ask Fajri again.

"Mother angry. Mommy doesn't like it when I go back home." Sena pursed her lips.

"Mas siihh... I don't want to be a person....Keep making trouble." Sena sobbing.

Fajri. "I want to apologize to Mother. I promise I won't do it again..." Fajri.

"Yes already... We go home yes. I'll talk to Mother." Take Fajri.

Sena nodded. They also look for a bus to the house of Mother.

Inside the bus, Sena shaped-shaped her head withstanding drowsiness. But Fajri doesn't seem to care. There was no intention of her embracing Sena's shoulder to lean her head against her shoulder.

Fajri doesn't seem to care about Sena. Though Sena hoped, Fajri showed his concern for her, just a little. But all just Sena's wishful thinking.

Sena's tears fell to her cheeks. But hurriedly rubbed. Fajri saw it but like a fool. I don't know what the plan is this time.

Only Allah SWT and Fajri know about Fajri's future plans.

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"I'm sorry Fajri Bun...." Fajri was already resting on the knees of Mother who was sitting on the living room sofa.

Mother is still very disappointed with Fajri. Several times Fajri made a mistake, forgiven and then did it again.

Mother pulled her leg. But Fajri kept chasing after him. "Fajri won't stop if Mommy won't forgive Fajri." Fajri.

"You should be lucky to have Sena as your wife....He wants to live hard with you. Help make money to cover the shortage of households. But you're willing to abuse our trust here." Mother Said.

"Maybe if your In-laws are not Mothers, when did you know, you were kicked from home. That's it, Mother You still blame Sena...! What do you tell your family? How rich is Mom You think that Sena morotin you?!" Ask Mommy annoyed.

Fajri was a little aghast but hurriedly he rejected Mother's words. "Sir Bun....Fajri never said anything to Mom. Mother is the one, she likes to offend others." Fajri said slowly.

"Well....You already know that, why do you keep making trouble? Poor dong same Your Wife....Rizki's kingpin shepherds here and there looking for money, shopping their own stalls, carrying groceries while carrying Rizki's car. If only the right husband would not let his wife suffer..?!!" Hardik Mother's.

"Jy... We are if you want a lasting household, Adem ayem....Don't like lying to your wife. If there is any story with Us, do not be badly just bestowed with We all mistakes. Not necessarily here is wrong." Bang Tino.

"Gw Denger also said you cheated ya. So the money you made for cheating?" Ask Bang Tino.

"Sir Bang... Fajri is not cheating. Oath by Allah... Fajri never said anything to him. Just a meeting. There's still a lot of money in the stalls, not yet collected." Fajri.

Bang Tino laughed... "Fajris... Fajris... You think we're here, little boy? What can you keep lying to? And I remind you, never swear by the name of God to cover up your lies." Bang Tino looked upset.

Fajri finally nodded. He knows what SINS He has been doing all this time.

"Well.. Yeah..." Rizki suddenly splashes on Fajri. He just woke up and got out of bed and moved to the guest room because he heard a lot of noise.

Fajri hugged Rizki's body and cried. She kissed Rizki's face.

Sena's crying. Mother wiped her tears.

"Look at it you, Fajri....Don't you feel sorry to see it..??!!" Mom started sobbing.

"Is it just a guise that you adopted her? Don't Ji... It's human life... Don't play with his feelings..." Said the Mother who was holding back her crying.

"Sir Bun... Fajri loves Rizki very much. Sorry Dad, son..." Fajri kissed Rizki's face.

Bang Tino sighed.... "It's been... It's been... Better now you take a shower... Eat...." Bang Tiar. Bang Tiar passed because his phone was ringing.