My Talaq!

Why Change

Almost overnight Diana cried contemplating her own household trip. Just now she felt in love but now had to swallow the bitter pill of reality if the husband she loved so badly hurt her.

"Why have you changed, Mom? Why would you do this to me? What was my fault until you treated me like this?" On the edge of the worn-out bed, Diana sat on the floor hugging her knees crying sobbing alone.

His face was drowned behind the folds of his hands. He felt pain that he had never felt before.

The man he considered his god, the man he glorified his love for, the man who wished to always protect and love him now hurt himself this deeply.

Diana never fell in love with a man. However, once in love his heart was slashed. The 20-year-old woman received a proposal from a 27-year-old adult man, because he used to be so kind to her.

Diana had no one but her husband to whom she wished. But now, the beautiful desire and the neatly arranged plan had to be shattered in an instant.

The betrayal of her husband left her slumped in wounds. So what does a year of togetherness mean in the same roof? Diana wondered about it.

The woman who was crying fell asleep next to the bed on the cold floor while hugging her knees. He hoped that what he felt, what he was experiencing right now was just a dream. It was a painful dream that he did not want to experience again.

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Byur ....

The water hit Diana's face, causing her to wake up instantly from the sleep she had just felt for a few hours.

Ukhuk ... ukhuk ....

Diana coughed as water entered through her nose. He immediately sat himself looking up to see who had dared to water him.

The woman Diana had met last night was standing on her waist with an annoyed face staring at her.

"Wake you! At this hour of sleep, you should have prepared food for me and my husband, a cooking quarry!" Anita pulled Diana's arm carrying her up.

Diana brushed aside rudely with the woman, "Never touch me, I don't want to be touched by an actor like you," Diana replied no less fiercely. He doesn't want to be ordered by his honey.

Anita was no less angry, "Who are you? Only my wife but never loved by my husband. You are just her shadow, free to marry religiously and country but not recognized by her husband. And behold, this actor is loved not you. So now you're fast into the cooking kitchen preparing us food!" Nita is proud to be an actor between Diana and Danu.

"I said I didn't want to, yes NO. You can hear no, huh? If you want to cook, cook there! Take care of your husband. I don't want to cook for traitors like you!" Seeing the face of this damned actor made Diana angry, annoyed. She did not want to cook for the woman who had already snatched her husband.

"Diana is here! Where's the food for me?" Danu also called herself and approached her.

"Have you been this whole time? I'm hungry, cooking food for me and Anita!" exclaimed Danu stared intently hatefully at Diana.

Pain ... that's how Diana feels right now. The ever-presenting look is now gone from her husband's eyes. The shade that made him fall in love is now like a lion that wants to eat, kill its prey.

"Why don't you ask your second wife, Mas? Why about food you still ask me to cook it? Don't you have a new wife you love? Is your second wife's cooking not as good as mine?" diana's insinuation to Nita wipes away the tears that came back when she found out that this was not a dream.

"You don't do a lot of prattling, Diana. Cook hunt! Nita can't be soy sauce, she's pregnant. So you're the one who has to take care of all our needs. The chunky!" danu's jolt pulled Diana's arm carrying her to the kitchen.

Anita followed him from behind with a different look. A difficult look.

"The pain." Diana complained of grimacing in pain as Danu blocked her wrists too roughly. But Danu doesn't care.

The man threw Diana's hand until the tiny body hit the table. Danu gripped Diana's chin.

"Prepare cooking for both of us or I'll punish you!" his charge threw out the grip until Diana turned to the side.

"Why have you changed, Mom?" it seems so slow. "Where is Mas Danu who always treated me gently? Where is Mas Danu who always looks at me with her delicate eyes filled with feelings? Where did Mas Danu often say that you love me? Where the hell is that?" peeking Diana looked at the face of the man she deeply loved.

"Hahaha where did you say? Mas Danu you mean dead. It's all just a fake, I'm sick of having to keep playing the show pretending to love you, I'm sick of it. I hate you, Diana. You're my brother's killer!" danu's jolt made Diana flabbergasted.

"Me-kill?! I never killed anyone. I don't know your sister, Mas. Don't make up stories." Diana really didn't know. How did he know his sister Danu whereas he had just stepped on this town one year ago.

"Cuihh ... A murderer like you wouldn't want to confess. I'm sick of seeing that innocent look of yours." Danu picked up some cooking ingredients then threw them in front of Diana.

"Take it all! The chunky!" snapped again. Diana was so shocked to hear a jolt from her husband.

Danu was getting annoyed, she forced Diana to do her job, "I said cook quarry! Are you deaf? Cook's hunt!" She put the vegetables in Diana's hand.

Diana was shedding tears. For the first time in his life in a snapshot, treated harshly like this. She who has been orphaned and has no other relatives cannot stay away from her husband. It was only Danu that he had right now.

"Diana, you have to be strong. At this time Mas Danu must be being khilaf. Surely later she will come back again as before," Diana's inner self-reinforced to provide support for herself to stay afloat and try to make her husband realize his feelings.