Lord, Accept My Repentance

Talaqs

*Is the husband who utters talaq in an angry state considered valid? According to Ibn Qayyim al-Jauziyyah it is legitimate. So be careful of husbands in speaking when angry*. ^^

"Oh, if so, from this moment on I'm 3 you!" I shouted, staring at Mom.

"Okay, I don't have a problem. Want you 4 and 5 talaq even if I don't have a problem, the court papers will be taken care of tomorrow and get ready to go bankrupt!" mother's debate smiled cynically towards Father.

"Hahaha, broke? Are you that poor that you wish me a gono-gini treasure?"

"Oh, of course not. Buy your pride I can! Only I don't accept devotion as your wife once was so sincerely used by your cheap lady!" said Mother called the woman who is the culprit of everything.

"Looly woman? Don't you have glass? Talk, see who's cheap. You or her," wrathfully pointed at Mom's face.

Her jaw hardened and the hateful look she showed towards Mom, while Mom just smiled lightly without any fear at her.

"I? Did I help your kawajiban you say cheap? Hahaha, stop! I don't have much time to serve a model like you. Soon my lawyer will send you a court order!" cut Mom off and go away leaving Dad in the living room.

Dad seemed not satisfied to let out his emotions, he dropped the vase in the family room until it was formless again.

Not only that, he also threw rough frames arranged on the decorative table of the room.

I who from earlier saw their debate from the doorway and slightly hid in the curtains finally approached Father.

Prangs!

Prangs!

Prangs!

Gedebum!

All the picture frames and figures that were so big on our four I just broke into the floor.

The father who was unaware of my barbarity immediately looked at me who was still busy with this activity.

After feeling a little claustrophobic disappear, I stared at him with hatred and left the place that was already like a broken ship just like that.

Run up the stairs and wipe away the trail of tears.

"Nr ...!" father shouted that made me stop at one of the stairs looking towards him. Strongly pulled by the black hair is not too long.

I ran up the stairs again, closed the door and locked it. Slump behind the door with a hiccup.

The sound of the car engine was heard, I got up and went to the window to see who was leaving.

Dad ... finally left this house after Mom left first. I came back crying so much.

I threw away the things on the study table and made the neat room fall apart again.

"I hate my family, I don't want to live from a shit family*n like this!" I shouted so loudly that someone would hear my complaint.

However, it was just my bow. No one could hear except the two maids, the gardener and the driver.

That too, they would never want to persuade or meet me if it was like this. They'll leave me alone for days.

I opened the closet and wiped away these useless tears, "I hate tears that show me as if I'm weak!" my mother wiped the tears violently.

Wearing torn jens pants, clothes with short leggings do not forget the leather jacket. I let the hair break down and put on make-up.

"Hy, Guys! Yuk, parties! I'm waiting in a normal place" I said calling one of my gang mates.

People say regret happens at the end. But I don't care about that. The proof, regret comes at the beginning.

I regret having been born into a family that I hate today, having a brother doesn't make me happy or cared for.

He was even indifferent and impressed not to care about me as well with this family. Is it worth it now, 'family?' it seems not.

My big motor has arrived at one of the forbidden places, the pungent smells that can be intoxicating smell tempting in my nose.

The instantaneous music-muse made me forget what had just happened at home a while ago.

I sat down, on the bench that barr had provided. Here so many young women or even those under me became servants of the striped men.

"Hay, Honey. Alone, is it?" asked an old man with hair that had not a single strand on his head.

"Don't bother me, I'm not a paid woman!" I stared intently at the man who was without my permission sitting at the side.

"So, you're the woman who volunteered to get paid? Or, gratis? I want to, like you're a virgin. Is that really what I said?" ask back with a disgusting smile.

I really want to hit him right now, but my chaotic circumstances make me lazy to go against anyone.

I brought my drink bottle and intended to leave with a face that I displayed flatly without a smile.

"Eh, wait for dear dong. You're a really expensive sell-off, anyway?" He held my arm, I stared intently at his hand.

"Get your hands off right now!" I screamed in his face.

He immediately let go and raised both his hands in fear, I immediately walked to the other bench.

The gaze of some people I don't care about, the rest of my drink will run out but my friends don't come here either.

"Sial*n, where are they going? Are they not friends with me now? All right, I don't need sycophants like them either!" my hardik who is now filled with hatred for my two schoolmates.

I don't know what time I was at the barr, when my eyes opened they were in a room I didn't want.

Not because of your own desire to wake up, but the sound of an alarm that seemed to be installed by my maid.

I leaned the head that felt so heavy like there was a stone that hit him, the room was neat when before going to the barr last night so messy I made.

Prangs!

The alarm that continues to sound thumping on the floor to be silent, it's true that after a hard enough throw he is still and may be damaged. I don't care about that at all.

Tok tok tok tok

"Non, shower. Warm water has been prepared, non have to drink a lot of water so that the smell of alcohol is not the same smell of the teacher when the school is later," cried Aunt from behind my door.

I didn't say it, getting back in the blanket was more fun. Who is he that dares to rule me?

He even cares only because he is paid by two humans who are actually not worthy of being called parents.

There is no father figure in the man and also a mother figure in the soul of the woman.

There are only two people who are selfish and do not care what their children feel. In their minds, treasures could make everything would be fine.

In fact, the treasure that even made them finally divorced like now. Hahaha, it is very toll*l the slaves of money and the world.