My Love is Blocked by the Holy Promise

Chapters. 22. Bewailed

(pov ) Fira

I was so happy when I met Dewanta after so many years of not seeing him. It feels like the love that was lost is now present again. I'm sure Dewanta still loves me very much. It is time to fight for my love. I do not want to just accept my destiny, is not destiny can change and only we ourselves must try to change destiny. I am tired of suffering, I am tired of always being on the side of giving up.

Dewanta and Bu Zahra have indeed made a sacred promise to live together but I will make sure the sacred promise they both pledge will not hinder my love for Dewanta.

Ms. Zahra is only a village woman who never had abundant property, of course she would gladly accept my marriage to the Devant if she was given an abundance of property. I will indeed be a second wife to Dewanta but I am sure, there is only me the only woman who fills his heart.

I was very surprised when I conveyed my good intentions in front of Dewanta and Fatimah. Dewanta's answer was far from expectations. She refused and insulted me as a woman with no self-respect. Is not all that I do because of my great love for him.

"You said love for me Fira, you know, love never teaches to ruin another's love and there will never be happiness present from stealing another's happiness," dewanta said with a face reddened by emotion.

Dewanta has really changed, he used to be so gentle and loving. I've never seen him that angry. Is his unhappy home life that makes him easily ignited omosi.

"As I meant well to want to make you happy, I know you're not happy living with a woman you don't love. I came to give you happiness. Why are you even acting so, do you refuse to be happy," I said while holding back the tightness of the chest.

"Assallamu allaikum abi, Umi, look Zahwa bought a doll with grandma," said Zahwa while hugging a Panda doll, while behind a mother about fifty years old walking along Zahwa's steps. Zahra immediately shook her head and kissed the back of the mother's hand, as did the mother replying by kissing Zahra's forehead. Dewanta did the same.

"Sorry there are guests apparently, said the mother who then greeted me. I also replied by kissing the back of my mother's hand just like Ms. Zahra and Dewanta did.

"Meet mom, I'm Fira ex Dewanta while still working in the city first" said Fira.

"Oh yes if I'm Dewanta's mother, please have a chat first son Fira I live behind the first take care of grandchildren, made to relax," said bu Wajirah. Come granddaughter, we play in the umi and your abu again there are guests, Zahwa should not disturb ya, Zahra wants to follow her in-laws back, Zahra, but her in-laws soon coded her to sit with Dewanta alone.

"You're here, don't leave your husband" whispered Wajirah's mother. Zahra finally sat back down.

"You understand Fira now, I can't marry you because I'm married to Zahra. I am not a person who is capable of polygamy. You better go home. Maybe in your house you can go back to thinking clearly, Dewanta came in and left Fira and Zahra.

"Sorry mom Fira it seems my husband can not fulfill the wishes of mother and I as a wife also do not want if my husband married again. If you were in my position, you would think like me.

"Maybe I'll use another way to have back the lost love. Excuse me!!," I immediately passed away carrying a million disappointments.

I drove my car to my villa. Along the way home I kept remembering how arrogant Dewanta was. Whereas yesterday I met her in the bridal ceremony, her attitude is so sweet, her eyes still look like before, eyes full of love. Is it possible that Zahra and her family have threatened and influenced her or that Zahra has made up a bad story about me on Dewanta.

About, how is Dion now, where exactly is he wandering. If I thought about the people who hurt me now suffering, those who forced their will like my mother and father-in-law who wanted Dion to marry Santi did not get through it just now Dion left them. Dion who wants to have two wives, now not one wife owned, I divorced him Dion and Santi whom he divorced Dion because he felt empty left by me the woman he loved. Nevertheless, he lost Dion and lost the rupiah that we transfer his kerekening every month as a relief of Kinan's living expenses.

If you look at their story it seems the words of Dewanta are true, if no happiness is obtained from the results of stealing the happiness of others. Because if we try to steal the happiness of others is not the happiness that can play the destruction that we will experience.

I kept wondering what I was going to do next. Continue to fight to reclaim the love of Dewanta or accept the destiny that God gave.

I don't feel like I've reached a deserted asphalt road. Here there is a stall whose visitors are all men, while those who sell ABG dress sexy. I felt thirsty and I ended up stopping by to enjoy a few sips of fizzy drink.

"Where Jan, never seen," said the man who had been called Eko.

"I got the job of kidnapping people's children, rich, well paid," replied the tattooed man called ijan.

"for what the son of a rich man is kidnapped, what are the same kills," asked Eko.

"So this is the story, there is a rich husband and wife divorced. So the husband kidnapped his wife's child from her previous husband who had died to be made into sandra, so that his wife would give her property gono-gini. Actually the man is not entitled to get property gono-gini because the property owned by the wife is the inheritance of the deceased husband. In order to save her daughter who was abused by the woman finally wanted to share her property," said Ijan told me and it turned out that the story of Ijan inspired me.

"Later get another job take me dong. I also want to get big money," said Eko.

Shortly after finishing a cup of milk coffee, I drove my car, along the road there is a stretch of oil palm plantation on the right and left. Suddenly I came to an intersection. I tried to read the signposts on the side of the road, the road to the right towards the village of Padang Sawit, the left road to the village of Padang Gatah. I remember the newspaper that told me about Dewanta's dying in-laws. From the address it used to be the address of Padang Gatah village. Apparently the distance between the villages of Padang Gatah and Padang Sawit is not too far even still neighboring. I immediately turned my car towards Padang Gatah village. Today I want to adventure through the lonely streets of this village to raise my imagination.

About ten meters in front of me there was a grandmother carrying a sack that was half-full and grandfather carrying a sack that also contained half. I immediately pulled over my car to greet the grandmother and grandfather.

"Sir, what your cake carries, it looks so heavy, I asked.

"We brought the palm brondolan son, we both ran out of brondol, good for our daily needs.

"how about you guys come with me let me drop off" I offered.

"Don't kid, your car's dirty, we're used to doing this kind of work" the grandma and grandpa turned it down but because I kept pushing it they finally got me to drop off. A little while later we arrived at a simple stilt house about ten times five meters in size, with wooden walls and a roof of zinc. Along the way we were busy chatting it turns out they were a couple named Sumilah grandmother and Warjo grandfather. They had no children so they spent the rest of the old days alone. After arriving at the Warjo kekek house and Sumilah's grandmother, I immediately went home because it was late afternoon.

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