I'm Sorry to Throw You Out

The Most Beautiful

...🌸 POV Zoya🌸...

Tok,,, Tok,, Tok,,, Tok,,,

The hammer beat as much as 3x became a witness as well as a determinant that my relationship with Rodie was over. In other words, we are officially divorced.

His absence during the trial period made things much easier. The judge could have easily handed down the verdict because he was considered uncooperative and it reflected his indifference to me.

Anyway, one relationship has been resolved. It's time to spin a new thread in my life. Not spinning a new thread anyway, precisely unraveling the tangled yarn that I have been letting go for too long.

"Mama wish you all the best, son. It feels like you're tired, but you don't want to give up before you see you're happy. What do you have to tell your dad that mom left you in a condition that no one was accompanying you?" my mother suddenly spoke that way.

"Mama, how did you say that? My mom is healthy, right? Mama's sick? What hurts ma? We go to the doctor, yes," of course, my mother's words make me anxious about my mother's condition.

Mama who had always thought never had any complaints about her health, why talk as if the time will run out?

"Mama's healthy, son, but her name is age, no one knows." again mama makes me more anxious.

"Ma, mama will live longer. Watching me and Rajesh get married soon after the end of my iddah, seeing me and Maria's sister pregnant with my mother's granddaughter,,, accompanying us, my parents,, holding my granddaughter,,, and,,, participate in raising them. Mama will still be there to miss that moment with us."

I said that sentence with a trembling tone. I felt sad when I had to lose my mom. My mom is no longer young. His physique also gradually experienced weight loss along with his appetite which is also not as good as before.

But still,, I still want you to live longer. Not satisfied I get his affection. Years apart made me feel like I was just born and still needed her help.

"Aamiin, that's why you don't delay nunda again. Once after the iddah period, just immediately married to the son of Rajesh. Mama liked. He's like your old dad. Spending his youth with abnormal life then spent his old age with only thousands of kindness." mama later said.

"Yes ma. I don't want to linger either. It's enough that our love is both swaying indistinctly."

I am getting married to Rajesh because that was my dream since childhood. Mas Rajesh also came here more and more to show a good attitude. I am more worthy to be a priest in my life.

May the time quickly turn and my iddah time soon be over,,,

During the iddah period, both me and Rajesh never met. We agreed not to tarnish my iddah with the slanted talk of neighbors or anyone who might not be as ear-punishing.

Mas Rajesh does not want people to think tilted to me who incidentally just this widow. But even so, our communication remains smooth even if only limited to chat. We purposely restricted our eyes and ears to either stare at or hear each other.

Let it be even more pronounced said mas Rajesh hehehe,,,

Mas Rajesh who is now the smartest makes me embarrassed but wants to. He was very different from himself at the time. Never mind, I don't want to remember too much of his ugliness in the past. For me, it is enough to look to our future with a million favors.

"Tomorrow we're honeymoon to Singapore, baby." wrote Rajesh tonight.

"Why Singapore?" many wonder.

"Want to hehehe. I don't know why, it feels like looking at that famous statue with you. Surely this world will feel more beautiful as your name," Rajesh began to flounder.

"That's a big deal,, Lagian yes, my name is Zoya, not Beautiful." I said.

"Whatever, anyway, for me your name remains beautiful and everything about you is beautiful." mas Rajesh getting here also more and more often make me soar because of his praise.

"Thank you for making me feel the most beautiful."

Torturing?? Is there an attitude that torments him? Which one is it??

"Mas, am I wrong?" rather than be confused, I'd better ask.

"There's."

"Where is mas?" I swear I'm curious and don't want to be late making mistakes.

"You do not ask God to speed up the day and time so that your iddah period can be over soon. I can't stand wanting to justify you. Be your companion day and night. Hehehe,,,,"

My cheeks auto blush. The utterance of being a companion of day and night is interpreted in connotations and adult content. It makes me embarrassed and nervous even if I just imagine it.

Mamaaaaa,,, Tolooongg,, your little girl groggy realize soon she will take off her beloved crown and for her dear ones,,,,, that,,,

"Prophey yes. Just one second. After that, I'll give it up just for you mas." My finger feels cold when typing it.

"Darling, I'm sorry."

I frowned again reading his message. Mas Rajesh is sorry for this time?

"I can't give you the best. Actually I'm embarrassed. You are still holy while I am, just trash. I'm not a man who can keep my hands off dirty things and I haven't actually been able to do it in my past. As for you, you, you're too holy."

I haven't been able to reply, Rajesh has sent another message.

"Mas, holy, unholy is not the only problem. Besides, I can't sue you for what happened before our relationship even began. For me, the most important thing now is when we have agreed to re-establish a relationship and in the future. You only love me and take care of yourself and your heart just for me. That is true holiness for me."

A row of crying emojis became Rajesh's answer. There are probably 20 of the same emojis he sent.

"Beautiful, thank you for making me this despicable and sinful man the most beautiful man of your life."

"Same with mas. So, no rest?" I'll just switch the conversation so it doesn't turn into a sad night.

"Yes, baby, so dong. Good night my Lovely. Sweet dreams, baby." Now the emoji kiss and the heart that fills my phone screen.

"Evening my most beautiful man."

I don't want to be outdone by sending her many of the same emojis. Until finally there was no return from him.

Mas, thank you, yes, it has always been the delivery of my most beautiful sleep every night. May all the beautiful things be forever ours.

This is the H-20 days towards the end of my iddah period, it feels more and more impatient to immediately bear the status as Rajesh's mistress for the second time.

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