Melisa For Young Master

Early Disruption

Establishing domestic relations for nine years did not guarantee that the relationship would last until death separated. Melisa and Kristian have been fighting with their mouths since an hour ago. Both of them no one wants to lower their voices even lower their egos.

"I can't stand you. Let's just end this relationship. There are still many women who want to follow me. She said she was a scholar and educated, but the proof is that you're a dissident woman. Pinter's sok. It's hard to talk to an educated person like you" Tian shouted as he pointed at Lisa's face with his index finger.

"Alright, Mas. You've twice my talent" Lisa replied in a flat voice and a pangful look.

"Not just two but this second as well, you are Melisa Wulandari bint Ujang Sumarwan, I dropped three talak at once and from now on you are no longer my wife. Please go home to your parents' house and don't take my children."

"I who conceive, give birth, breastfeed and take care of them. I am the person most entitled to take care of them. Let the children choose to live with their Mother or Father,"

"Fuck up! They will only starve if they come with you. Get the fuck out of here 'cause I'm sick of seeing you,"

Broken down? Sure oes. The heart of which woman is not broken gets three talaqs from her husband. But Lisa was still trying hard and did not drop a single drop of her tears.

"Yes, Mas. Thanks for the talent. I'll go and hopefully …."

"Not to pray. Go quickly!"

"I'm gonna grab some of my clothes first,"

Lisa went straight into the room and picked up her backpack and picked out a few sets of dress shirts and negligee and her daily hijab and underwear. After that, Lisa took her phone as well as her wallet. Lisa really didn't cry at all. He tried as hard as he could and immediately left the house he had been living in for the past few months.

Melisa's marriage to Kristian has two sons. One child named Azka Dirgantara who is now in the second grade of elementary school. Her two-year-old son, Arka Prayoga. Coincidentally they were both playing with his grandfather because before Lisa and Tian had a fight, his father-in-law quickly took Azka and Arka away.

The raging feeling made Lisa rush to pack up and immediately came out of the house without saying goodbye because she did not want to see her two children crying over her disappearance. There were some neighbors who asked, but Lisa did not answer even turning her head at all. His pace quickened and immediately looked for an ojek to get away from home with the paint that dominated the black and white color.

"Sir, hurry up and take me to pol damri." Lisa patted the shoulder of one of the shaky ojek not far from her home. Lisa thought about where she should go because it was impossible for her to go to Lisa's biological parents' house.

Lisa had been patient enough to face the treatment of Tian who always said rude and did not appreciate her as a wife at all. In Tian's eyes, Lisa was always wrong and Lisa had only one friend she always confided in. The online friends he met accidentally and only met twice during the five years they were friends.

Arriving at the damri police, Lisa who lives in the city of Central Lampung immediately booked a ticket to Bandung. Whether the goddess Fortuna is siding with Lisa or a destiny, Lisa's bus and destination come after a while Lisa waits for her.

Time has shown four o'clock over twenty minutes. The hour the bus leaves. Lisa took the time to pray ashar first at the place of purchase of bus tickets. Fortunately, it is still hunted because Lisa has been warned by security guards if the bus will come soon.

"I'm sorry, Son. I'm sorry it was this sudden departure, '" Lisa didn't want anyone to know where she was going. For that reason Lisa immediately blocked all contacts related to the Tian family as well as her parents.

"It seems the saying is true. Yes, I remember the saying that the fruit falls not far from the tree. My grandmother divorced before. My parents divorced and the divorce declined. O Allah .. Protect your children from this thing You hate. Slave only rido all good for the servant children," Lisa could only scream in her heart.

...***...

"I have a bad feeling about your husband, Lis. I've lost .. ah already. I'm looking for a contract for you. Take it easy, don't worry about the payment. I'm paying off for the next six months. Whether you want to take it into debt or not. But you should not think about it first, just think about how to heal the wound in your heart,"

"Sorry I'm a hassle." Lisa was unable to hold back her tears as well as sobs. Lisa cried profusely in the arms of Umi, Lisa's online friend for five years. Not just casual friends, but friends vent and share ideas as both are novel writers on multiple online platforms.

After telling her everything, Lisa felt the burden on her chest decrease. The only one who can give Lisa support is, Umi. "You said what the hell, where there's trouble. I am thankful that you are free now. Although you must be willing to leave your two children, but they do not make an excuse to fall. You gotta get up and take their custody, hm?" Lisa just nodded and still continued to cry. Even his two eyes had reddened and his eyelids were swollen.

Lisa also let go of her embrace after feeling quite calm and comfortable. "I'll rest first. Please don't do anything else if I don't ask. Don't worry about my eating. If I'm hungry, I'll find it myself. Your child is sick, you focus on taking care of the child. Thank you so much for helping me," Lisa wiped away the tears that wet her cheeks.

"Yes. I will obey. Do you really have money to eat?"

"There was. I think it's enough for a month. Don't worry, the dollar will drop soon? Although the rest is a little because you have to pay the insurance, but it's still enough if only to eat me,"

"Don't hesitate if you need anything. I want you to heal as soon as possible,"

"Yes bauble. I go alone. You give me his contract address,"

"Cooks how. You are straight from that front road. After stopping, turn right and ask for the contract of Hajj Bahar. Tell me you've met me, the guy will understand."

"Hm. Okay. I'm leaving now. Again …."

"You don't have to say thank you much. Want me to give you a pretty plate?"

"Hm. Ja. I'm leaving, right? Assalamu'alaikum."

"Wa'alaikumsalam."