MENTALLY

FINAL DECISION

"All selfish, selfish Ma'am Al all without knowing my feelings or Mas Radit, there separated all," Bima still cried with tears. The Middle School boy immediately cupped his face on the sofa handle, his shoulders up and down signifying his heart was injured.

Madam Anggraini stroked the youngest's shoulder, unable to say anything just sighing heavily. It's better that he's not in this house. It is not considered either. Communication is not going well, for what.

Selfish, indeed. But the heartache for 20 years was never ignored. The toxic household hurt everyone. "Sister, deck. Dengerin mom!" pinta madam Anggraini with a heavy voice. As a mother certainly not willing to see her son hurt in front of her own eyes, let alone this for the second time. How lyrical.

"Maybe this is better, Deck!" ask the beautiful doctor gently. There was no compulsion like Almira before, just patience for her children. "Mama is a lot wrong with this family, rather than the attitude and presence of mama hurt all parties, better mama retreat."

Highlight the eyes of Mr. Muhtar looked at the wife, there was a sad murat when he heard the beauty doctor claimed to retreat. Not his heart there is no love, but the ego that wants to show the most care for his three sons.

"Yes, mama didn't pa-pa back off, Dek. My mother's heart was also injured for a long time. Papa's big family attitude to date no one appreciates mama. Poor mama, Dek. 20 years of living in a toxic family." Radit helped calm the sister whose crying was very heartbreaking. Bontot children who have just pubescent are now faced with a very heavy household problem, and are forced to accept it.

Mr. Muhtar just silently looked at the sight before his eyes. There is no intention to calm Bima. He let go of the attitude of his two children. "Bima is still papa's son and mama, let's just say mama is out of town. Sure enough, mama won't leave Bima alone."

"Who's going to vote for us, Ma?" ask Radit who just realized when the divorce occurred. Madam Anggraini nodded. Turn Radit who smiled cynically, stared blankly at the glass cabinet and urn while shaking his head, then patted Bima's thigh gently twice. "We can, Deck. We can be strong children, rather than living off toxic parents."

Radit left the family room, Mr. Muhtar did not forbid his son to leave. Let it, it's been destroyed, maybe all destroyed. The middle-aged man was also sick, but could only keep it in his heart. Where there is a husband who can drive his wife away, even to save the happiness of the princess. The mask used by Mr. Muhtar is very thick, the pain of sadness is not visible at all. His heart was broken only by himself. Complaining here and there especially to the family will actually worsen the atmosphere. The shadow of the mother berating Anggraini as a son-in-law does not know himself will certainly make the heart of Mr. Muhtar more broken. There is still love for Anggraini but cannot defend her for the service of a son to his mother.

"Common we are here, all discussing children and property together," the idea of Madame Anggraini who seems to have been steady to separate. Mr. Muhtar looked at the beautiful woman, but what he wanted to say, his words asking out of the wife of the house had hurt his heart and self-esteem. She knows very well how Anggraini became a smart and classy woman. Of course it is better to sacrifice an already unhealthy relationship than her self-esteem is trampled on.

"For the residence of the three of them we leave it to them. There's no way we're forcing. We have made a bad image of the household. We don't need to debate anymore, that's enough now."

"Alright," for the last time Mr. Muhtar will obey all the wishes of the wife. He stared at the beautiful face, which was still faithfully persuading the son. Wanting to hug him and apologize, however, the legs felt stuck unable to move, shackled by the ego.

"Who will sue?" ask doctor Anggraini hardcore. Even she dared to look at the handsome face of the man who was going to be her ex-husband.

"Let me, the process will be faster!" Mr. Muhtar was very flat, this was the toughest decision in his life, and he was the one who made the offer. What a jerk to be a father and a husband. Astarghfirullah's.

"Well, okay, there's something to talk about again. For the affairs of Almira is completely you handle, but I hope one day can meet him," said Mrs Anggraini with a feeling of guilt.

"Yes," Mr. Muhtar just assented, the relationship of mother and child can not be cut off until anytime, waiting for the state of Almira can accept the presence of the mother.

"OK I wait for the process," said Mrs Anggraini without burden. He also casually moved, driving Bima to his room without feeling guilty to the husband. Maybe for now this kind of decision is the best.

I'm sorry, if you make you go, Mr. Muhtar's mind.