I'm taking you off, Mas!

Gathering

Last night Syafa could not close his eyes because he thought about the request of the father. Finally, this morning Syafa decided to call Afkar back. He planned their meeting. Although hesitant but inevitably Syafa must take this decision. The longer it drags, the more it hangs the clarity of the household.

Shafa wanted to clarify everything immediately. His heart on Afkar still remains the same never to change, that love never goes away. But Syafa's decision is the same. The woman will ask for a divorce from Afkar.

This afternoon precisely, precisely in the new residence of Syafa, the house he had been living with his father. A meeting place for Syafa and Afkar. At first thought of wanting to find another place, but Mr. Rio's condition did not allow to go far. So, Syafa decided to send his home address to Afkar.

In front of the mirror repeatedly Shafa looked at the appearance of self. She smiles every now and then because she remembers meeting her husband. But in the next second Syafa let out a heavy sigh.

"I should be able to! I definitely can. This feeling will definitely change over time. Mas Afkar can find other women, as well as me. My decision is unanimous, I will divorce her," murmured Syafa looking at her own face in front of the mirror.

Shafa turned around leaving his room. Before reaching the door, the woman reached for the file that was on the dresser. His meeting with Afkar all want to ask for approval for the sale of the house they once occupied. Syafa had told Roni before. Unfortunately, the man will be able to come to Jakarta tomorrow.

Gts ... Gts ... Gts ...

Shafa turned his head as the door of his room was knocked. A new housekeeper stood there, Lita his name.

"Mom, is anyone looking outside?" said Lita, a new domestic assistant who worked with Syafa recently at the house.

"Who?" Ask Syafa.

"I don't know, Mom. He said he had an appointment with my mom!" Answer Lita. He did not know who came, nor did he know the figure of Afkar. The woman only knew Afkar's name as Syafa's husband.

Shafa was silent for a moment. "What is Mas Afkar?" muttered Syafa quietly. Then he turned back to looking at Lita. "Say me soon I'll see him! But what about papa? Is he awake?" Shafa asked Lita again.

"Master Rio was praying, ma'am, was assisted by ablution by the driver. I'm calm, Mr. Driver is waiting in front of master's room," said Lita.

"Thank God! Is Aunt Gita coming today?" Syafa.

"It doesn't seem like it, Mom."

Syafa nodded slowly while thinking. "Maybe he's busy" he thought. "Yes, please tell the man ahead. Wait a minute I'll get ready!" Order Syafa.

"Good, Mom!" Lita passed from before Shafa.

Shafa took a deep breath and threw it away slowly. It was as if neutralizing his heart that was getting worse when he was faced with Afkar.

"Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim," said Syafa then put the file he held in front of the chest. "I have to end this!" Syafa encouraged himself. The woman was ready to step up against Afkar.

***

Far away in other places different countries with the current state of Syafa. Erza and Yara and their extended family are traveling from Switzerland to Jakarta. It is estimated that they will arrive in Indonesia at around 18:30 Indonesian time.

Erza chose to use the first class airline service.

The seats in the first class are made of leather and have larger armrests, making Yara and Erza's parents feel more comfortable. In addition, Dhiya who incidentally a curious little girl with everything has space to walk on the plane. Not only that, the bed on Marwah Airways first class plane will also make Yara feel comfortable during the trip because of her pregnant condition.

Dhiya was so happy during the flight that the boy was exhausted from being able to walk around in the cabin of the plane that displayed luxury in every room.

The view of Azzam boy who was in the same room with Dhiya could not be separated from the little girl who was currently closing her eyes on the side of her mother. Dhiya's joy was contagious to him.

"Look at you smiling to yourself. Look what the hell?" Mama Anggi asked as she caught a smile from Azzam's face. Azzam rarely smiled like that.

"Ah, that, Mah. Dhiya's acting is funny. Sometimes it's easy to joke around, but sometimes it's a joke to me" Azzam replied honestly!" Reply Azzam turned his gaze away from Dhiya.

"Dhiya is like that. But in fact his son is kind and sincere. How do you feel about going with your mom to Switzerland?" Mama Anggi asked again.

"It's so nice, Mah. I've never experienced this before" Azzam replied.

"Thank God you're happy, my mom is happy to see it too. Go sleep! The journey is still far, son." Mama Anggi lowered the back of the chair so that Azzam could lie down comfortably.

"Thank you, Mah. I'm so lucky to be your son!" Azzam looked at Mama Anggi with a smile. Then give a brief peck on the woman's cheek before the boy lays his body on a chair that can be a bed. "I love Mama and Papa who have been so sincere to me" said Azzam from the bottom of his heart.

"Together, Son! Be a successful boy in the future." Mama Anggi replied by gently rubbing Azzam's cheek.

The boy slept comfortably. His life changed with a spit since Mama Anggi raised him as a child. The thing that Mama Anggi likes most about Azzam is that her humble and friendly attitude never goes away even though her life is different now.

They all rested for a moment, waiting until the plane made a landing at its destination. But not with Erza. The man was still cool with rubbing Yara's back.

"Mas, sleep! It's enough, my back is not sore, really," Yara said as she still felt the smooth movements of her husband's burly hands.

"You're not sleeping yourself" said Erza.

Yara changed her position to sit.

Erza swiftly lowered the position of the bed that Yara occupied into a seat so that his wife again felt comfortable. Multifunctional bed, can be made a bed when passengers want to sleep and can be converted into a seat as well.

"Thank you, Mum." Yara smiled sweetly at Erza.

"You rest easy they're asleep." Erza told Yara after she made her appearance seeing the surroundings.

"Next time don't be like that, Mas," Yara protested.

"It's just short, honey. It is a sign of love and love. It's different if the kiss is like this!" Erza immediately grabbed Yara's lips without a stale base. pulled the lower lip of his wife who always made her opium.

Yara turned her eyes back to find a sudden attack from Erza. Lip games that are short-lived. Because Yara keeps hitting Erza's field chest.

Erza let go of the pagutan. Yara could only sing her lips to reply to Erza's behavior.

Erza's little naughtiness gave to Yara.

"Ih, you're so ignorant, Mas. What if the kids suddenly wake up."

"In fact they did not wake up" said Erza.

"Mas ..." whining Yara.

"Haha ... Sorry, Honey!" Erza pulled Yara in her arms. "You are always adorable. I can't wait to eat you."

"But I am food" said Yara.

Erza chuckled again in response. For a moment they both hugged. Although it is with Erza's behavior. But Yara was puffed with her husband's attitude. Slowly Erza took off her embrace.

"How are you ready?" Ask Erza.

"Who is what, my mother?" Yara asked again.

"Have you forgotten the meaning of our return to Indonesia? Hem!" Erza pinched slowly on Yara's pointed nose.

"Meet, papa?" exciting Yara.

"That's one of them." said Erza.

Yara was silent for a moment. "Meet Mas Afkar so that Dhiya's wish can be realized. As well as meeting Mba Shafa and mengikhlaskan him with Mas Afkar," Yara explained.

Erza nodded her head with Yara's words.

"You sure are sincere?" erza Goda.

Yara nodded slowly. "Surely, it's all because of you, Mom. God has sent you for me. You patiently accompany and guide me. You are the one who always defuses anger and helps me get rid of the hate in this heart. You always remind me that hate is not good for my life. You, you are my life's helper, my. I love you so much, Mom." Yara hugged Erza. "I'm so grateful to have you, Mas Erza," Yara said in her arms.

"I'm happy with his attitude that let it all go, honey. It is not good hatred embedded dsl your heart. You are a beautiful woman with a noble heart. It is not appropriate for hate to rest in the heart. Forgiveness is better than holding a grudge." Erza returned Yara's embrace.

Both of them again enjoy the trip on the plane with comfortable seating that can be changed position according to needs. Very satisfying during the trip. Plus the menu is interesting and quite tasty and also of course very good service from the flight crew during the trip. Until their journey does not feel they are approaching the destination. It was heard from the information heard from the loudspeaker in the corner of the aircraft cabin.

***

Somewhere else.

Syafa's feelings were getting pounding as he climbed one by one the stairs to the first floor of his house.

Slowly Syafa walked up to the figure of the man who had longed to stand right in front of him with a position behind him. Akbar was staring out of the room. The man was looking at the small pond on the porch of the house.

"Mas Afkar" said Syafa slowly.

But the voice of Shafa was clearly heard in Afkar's ears. The man immediately turned his body to face the source of the sound.

"Syafa," said Afkar when he saw Syafa standing not far from him.

Their eyes meet each other. Both of them exuded a deep sense of longing. Afkar smiled broadly at Syafa. Slowly Afkar walked closer to Syafa. Syafa's brows furrowed when he saw Afkar's gait dragging one leg. The man was slightly limping as he stepped. Syafa silenced her own mouth did not expect her husband's condition to be that severe.

"Mas ...," Shafa said, shaking his head at her.

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To be continued.

Hayo guessed whether Syafa collapsed after seeing Afkar or remained steadfastly divorced from the man. Wait for the continuation of the story must be more exciting.