I'm taking you off, Mas!

Not Being a Good Husband

An hour more time taken from Milan Airport to Zurich airport has been passed. An hour's drive to his home in the country.

Erza, Yara and Dhiya arrived at the house at about one o'clock in the afternoon. In front of his house, they were already greeted by Windi and his two parents. Dhiya's playmate looks impatient waiting for Dhiya to get home. Inevitably Yara had to greet both of Dinda's parents and talk even if only for a moment. Don't ask about Dhiya and Windi. The two girls rushed straight to his room. Because Dhiya brought something for his friend. While Erza after greeting the two Windi parents. The man rushed into the house. Followed by Yara who also paid attention to them. Arriving in the room, Erza moved quickly to clean up and then prepared to leave again.

“You want to go directly to the office, Mas?” yara asked astonished when she saw the husband was neat with his work shirt. Even though Yara was still laying down her body because of aches.

“I'll just be a minute, honey. Want to reset what Leon does,” said Erza. The man prepared alone even wearing his own tie despite the slight difficulty.

“What can't be delayed tomorrow, Mas?” ask Yara. Seeing her husband having trouble wearing a tie. Yara quickly stood up and immediately helped Erza wear her tie because all this time anything was done from Yara's hands. Even when wearing a shirt, Yara helps Erza. It's not impossible but it has become a habit of Yara.

After but, Erza immediately kissed the tip of his wife's head. “I leave first,” said Erza.

Yara nodded her head slowly. “You want me to deliver food?” ask Yara.

“No need, you should break.” Erza slightly lowered her head to kiss Yara's distended stomach. “Papa go first, Yes. Watch mother!” erza said as if talking to a baby in the womb Yara.

“Be careful, Mas. Let me know when you get to the office.”

Erza stood back up then gave a slow nod. “I met Dhiya first!” Erza.

“I'm intermin, Mas.”

Erza nodded then grabbed Yara's shoulder. The two of them walked towards Dhiya's room.

A crisp laugh was heard from the boy's room. Yara smiled seeing him. Likewise with Erza, the man did not have the heart to disturb the preoccupation of his son. Just as Yara was about to enter Dhiya's room, Erza held her back and shook her head. “Not to be bothered, dear. They are playing. I just leave,” said Erza. Yara agreed to it because the woman did not have the heart to disturb Dhiya.

A hand from Yara indicates that Erza has moved from the house.

Somewhere else.

A woman smiled happily when she heard from Erza. The long-awaited man finally gave him news.

“Finally we will meet again, Mr. Erza,” sneaky grin emanated from Andrea's face. The woman immediately prepared to pick up her luxury bag and rushed towards their meeting place.

Erza's eyebrows understood when she saw Leon's work. Nothing wrong at all. According to Erza there are only a few things wrong. Erza's headband gave it.

“She messed with me,” Erza closed the file Leon showed her then changed some of the wrong attachments.

“Have you made an appointment with that woman?” ask Erza.

“Already, Sir,” replied Leon.

“Good, I want this job done quickly. If he still complicates and refuses to accept what I designed. Cancel the cooperation with the woman. Then contact Mr. Dimar,” Erza's word firmly on Leon. The man did not want to bother about his work on this one.

“Ready, Sir.”

After retrieving the repaired file, Leon passes from before Erza.

“Crazy, he guess I don't know what that woman means.” Erza shook her head then grabbed the phone that was in front of her. The man was intending to contact Yara. Beloved wife. Told me Erza would be home late today.

In Indonesia.

The house that was warm for a few days because of Yara and her beloved niece feels lonely today. Shafa was silent alone in the living room. The silence and solitude he felt more and more that night. Memories of a happy togetherness with his father and younger brother and nephew flashed in Shafa's shadow as he sat alone.

“New two days apart I've missed you, Ra.” Syafa looked at the impromptu printed family photo. Even in the photos of Dhiya and Syafa still use bandages on the body that have wounds. “Here deserted, where tomorrow my first divorce hearing with Mas Afkar,” complained Syafa. Her heart grew sad when she had to face her divorce hearing tomorrow.

“Assalamualaikum,” said Bi Tum who had just returned from routine studies with complex mothers.

“Aunt from where?” ask Syafa.

“From regular review at the ta’lim council, Non. Sorry just now when aunt left Non Syafa was sleeping so aunt went straight away. But dinner is ready aunt in the dining room,” said Bu Tum while bowing his head. Afraid that Syafa was angry with him for coming out without permission from the host.

Shafa smiled seeing him. “It's okay, Bik. No need to be that way. Auntie's been working well here. Eum, the studies that aunt followed are there any women my age?” tanya Syafa hesitated. Because he once wanted to study with Bi Tum, it's just that Syafa was embarrassed because his religious knowledge was still lacking.

“Many, Non. His son Bu Saidah whose house is at the end of the road there also participated in the study. Since aunt is old, aunt wants to be closer to the Creator. So participating in this study makes the heart feel calm. We do not know when this life is still breathing or tomorrow aunt is no longer alive,” said Bi Tum made Syafa shake his head.

“Do not, aunt must be healthy long life. Let me stay here!” syafa said sadly as he hugged the old woman's body.

Bi Tum replied by rubbing Syafa's arm. “InsyaAllah, aunty will always accompany Non Syafa here,” reply Bi Tum who tried to calm Syafa.

‘Please once Non Syafa. Though the happiness of gathering with his family has only been felt for a moment. Lord Rio must die, Non Yara also cannot accompany him here. She has her own duties as a wife. Aunty pray you are happy with the right man, Non.’

Inner Bi Tum.

In the morning, Syafa had prepared to go to the scheduled trial. The lawyer accompanying Syafa had been waiting for the woman in front of the religious affairs office.

“You're ready, Mistress?” ask the lawyer who accompanied Syafa that morning.

Syafa took a long breath. “Ready, Sir,” replied Syafa.

At the same time the figure of the man who is still legitimate to be her strongest husband walked staggering towards Syafa.

Not daring to face Afkar finally Syafa entered the trial room first.

Afkar smiled looking at Syafa's reaction when he saw her.

‘I promise I won't complicate our divorce, Fa. I appreciate your decision.’

Inner Afkar when he saw Syafa clearly avoided him.

“Mas,” call Mira. Afkar looked at his younger brother.

This morning, Afkar was accompanied by Mira and Renaldi his sister-in-law. A lawyer was there at the time. There was no sign of Bu Nuri there. Because the old woman is in poor condition.

“Mas is sure to grant divorce from Mba Syafa. You can mediate first, Mba Yara also does not mind if you refer again ‘kan?” mira asked before they entered the courtroom.

“The wounds in Yara's heart will continue to be broken if Syafa and I insist on returning. You will feel it if you are in the position of Yara,” Afkar replied.

Mira was silent and did not answer. It was true what her brother said. It's just that Mira regretted that the couple had to separate because of a mistake.

Afkar again stepped on his feet but suddenly his steps stopped again. The memory of her divorce from Yara comes to her mind. The pain in the heart is back. Twice had to feel being in the trial room.

“Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, may my decision be true O Allah. Forgive me for not being able to be a good husband to my wife,” Afkar muttered softly.

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to be continued