I'm taking you off, Mas!

Why is My Destiny Like This

Today was the day that Yara and Afkar would meet at the trial.

Yara has filed her divorce case with a religious court.

Yara and Afkar's divorce was either talaq or oral. Religion, they are divorced. But legally their status is still husband and wife. Yara filed for divorce because she wanted to get a clear status from Afkar.

Bu Haryani who accompanied and gave support to the young woman.

"Silence ‘lah! You can get through all this!" Bu Haryani cheers Yara.

Just the nod that Yara gave.

"Honestly I'm afraid Mas Afkar is making things difficult, Mom!"

"You have to fight, if he does that! Remember, the present Yara is not the old Yara. A weak woman who could only expect protection from him. Can you stand alone without him?" Haryani convinces Yara.

Yara took a deep breath. He convinced himself that all Bu Haryani's words were true.

Yara looked to the right side. He saw a handsome man who had once been the owner of his heart. Although it is undeniable that at this time Yara still holds a little taste in the man. But it feels like the love he once had for Afkar is cloaked in hatred right now. Yara's disappointment was too great for her.

Afkar sat on the bench, on the right side of Yara. The man did not turn his head at all towards Yara who was sitting beside him.

Yara smiled miris. His selfish and arrogant attitude became more and more apparent. The woman chose silence. He did not want to say much in front of Afkar.

“You feel you have succeeded until you claim my divorce to the trial,” Afkar said half-whispering without staring at the interlocutor.

Yara only responded with a slight smile. The trial began. The judge began to speak at length about the divorce lawsuit filed by Yara. Reason and strong evidence have also been attached. The presiding judge is waiting for an explanation and defense from Afkar.

The man who was currently standing before Yara spoke firmly and loudly. Yara was so shocked when she heard Afkar's accusations against her.

“I think I asked for mediation for my household matters chief judge. There may be a bit of misunderstanding between us!” said to be firm while glancing towards Yara with a smile.

The man was unwilling to part with Yara right now. These few months Yara had troubled his mind. Until slowly, one by one Yara's shadow appeared in his memory even though it was still faint.

Yara shook her head at all Afkar's words. Then the woman raised her hand, protesting Afkar's request. Yara doesn't accept being blamed for this. Accused of playing with another man. Maybe the person Afkar meant was Erza.

“I object to the chief judge. All of her remarks were not true because I felt a deep heartache because of her contempt for me.” Tiara stared at the roots with a cynical and hateful look.

Yara really did not expect Afkar's attitude to turn this drastic. Selfish, stubborn and wanting to win on their own.

“Designation accepted,” replied the chief judge.

The trial is getting louder. Various reasons, Afkar's accusations and Yara's refutation further complicate the atmosphere in the room.

In the end, the judge made his decision. Afkar and Yara have to mediate right now. The two of them were given 1 hour to settle the debate that had occurred in the courtroom. One room for mediation has been provided. Afkar and Yara entered the room.

Bu Haryani waits outside the woman's room wishing Yara the best.

Somewhere else.

Syafa felt restless and agitated. The woman knew that today was the trial of Afkar and Yara. While pondering in the room, Syafa remembered Dhiya's request the other day. Her stepson asked for a red music box on top of the cupboard. According to Dhiya. The musical instrument belongs to the mother.

Syafa's footsteps stopped for a moment when passing through Mr. Setyo's room. He entered his father-in-law's room for a moment. Making sure that the middle-aged man's condition is fine.

Shafa walked up to Setyo. The woman confirmed a blanket covering part of her father-in-law's body.

“Happy rest, Sir!” syafa said even though Mr. Setyo was sleeping. The woman then continued her intentions. Shafa entered the room next to Mr. Setyo's room. The room that was once occupied by Yara.

“Where is the music box?” Syafa circulated his gaze looking for a music box called Dhiya. “That's it!” Chirp Syafa.

His face was bright when he saw the thing he was looking for he had obtained. The music box has moved from the top of the closet to the nightstand not far from the bed.

Shafa's forehead shriveled as he looked at the music box. “Why is it so similar to mine?” muttered Syafa.

Curious, Syafa brought the music box into his room. He wants to make sure of something.

Arriving at the room, Syafa examines the music box in his hand with his music box. The things he had been guarding all this time.

"Yes ... Similar to mine? It's just that this music box is like a piece"

Syafa then reversed the position of the music box. Syafa's music box has its own characteristics. There's a name he deliberately made by his mother. With the initial code of the letter A which means Aileen, the affectionate call from her mother to Shafa.

Syafa's eyeballs are rounded when he sees the initials code that is under Yara's music box. The letter F is there.

"F, why is there a code under this music box. Same code as mine. Does this belong to Faeqa?" Questions filled Syafa's mind.

The woman was trying to recall the memories of the music box she had. Syafa remembers very well when he got the music box on his 8th birthday where on his birthday it was the Last gift he got from Puspa, his mama.

"I have to find my mom's last letter!" Syafa immediately walked up to a closet and opened it.

One medium-sized box was grabbed and taken out of the closet.

One by one envelopes containing letters were removed from the box. Each letter has an initial number from the age of Syafa at that time.

Syafa immediately received a letter with the initials number 8. He could not wait to open it immediately.

Slowly the old letter returned to him. The words strung together in the letter made his heart sad. It turns out that the music box is indeed one pair with his music box. If put together, the music box is in the form of love.Yara's music box is a piece of love on the right. Whose property is the left. One thing he knew at this time and that also made Syafa shed tears.

"Why is my destiny like this? Why should I marry my sister's husband?" Shafa shed tears again. His heart was broken when he found out the truth.

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To Be continued

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