My Talaq!

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In a different place still under the same sky and treading the earth of Pertiwi, a young woman was standing watering a wide variety of colorful beautiful plants.

No sweet smile emanated from her face, no carefree chirping came out from her tiny lips. Only a sour face that the woman always showed except to those whom she loved.

"Good morning beautiful pregnant?" the shrill voice of the woman shocked her who was focusing on the beautiful plant before her. Colorful flowers.

"Astaghfiullah!" he held his chest while saying Istighfar in his heart with his hands rubbing his chest.

The woman looked back and snatched an annoyance. "Cici, can't it not surprise me when I'm working like this? Fortunately my heart is made by God, try if man-made is damaged your heart keeps on beating," grumbled Diana scolded her best friend.

Cici chuckled anxiously at this bumil, not angry or unaccepting Diana scolded him, instead Cici laughed feeling funny at the anger that Diana showed for him.

"Since you're too serious anyway to not realize my arrival here," this time Cici who was a manyun snatched an annoyed draped his hand on the chest.

"Where do I know you'll come here? If only I knew I couldn't just get out of here. Males," he answered, re-watering the flower plants before him.

"Why? Surely you are reluctant to listen to the babble of people who are julid about you getting pregnant without a husband by your side," guess Cici as if she knows the problems facing Diana at this time. He was also moody to know Diana's life had many obstacles.

Diana briefly glanced at her best friend for a while, then she resumed her activities to finish watering the plants.

"You could say so. Since I moved to Bali and my pregnancy has grown a lot of negative thoughts out there. Some say pregnant out of wedlock, some say run away from her husband, divorced her husband, and some say I'm cheap." Diana's face turned sad when she remembered that. However, he must be strong for the sake of the baby in his birth.

Cici hugged Diana from the side giving strength to her best friend. "You have to be strong for your son, Diana. Let them say what because they don't all know what happened to you. Mending, now we send flowers to order people. I'm temenin, huh?"

Diana smiled with a nod. He rubbed the hands of Cici who was hugging him. "Come on, I hope my small business expands a lot."

"Aamiin, the bumil spirit is beautiful," said Cici cheering Diana on as she raised her clenched hands.

"The spirit of Aunty candidates," he answered always smiling when with Cici, a friend of brother taste.

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Jakarta

"It's been Zio's 4 months in prison, how's he doing? Mama misses him, Pah?" karin always looks gloomy after her son goes to prison for his actions.

"Just yesterday Mama looked at Zio. My mother also knew she was okay. Even Zio is changing. He's much better than Zio was yesterday."

Upon learning Diana's accident from Rio, Fakhri investigates everything. He was furious at Zio's unexpected behavior.

Although Zio was his biological son, Fakhri wanted to punish the child and this was his punishment. He had Rio manipulate the death of the child Diana was carrying, asking Rio to take Diana away from Zio as his lesson, to imprison his own child. All he did was to make Zio a responsible man, and no longer waste anyone, and teach him not to do anything without strong evidence.

"No, Mah. This is the best way for him. Papa is sure of this incident that Zio will be more mature in acting." Fakhri stood up from his seat, he took the car keys.

"Papa want to go to Bali to see Diana, Mama want to come along? The day after tomorrow is the schedule for checking the contents of Diana, our granddaughter."

Karin looks up, "Mau, Pah. Mama also misses Diana."

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Prison

A man was mocking the man who was in front of him only blocked by a glass wall.

"How did you sleep there? Wakeless? Uneasily? Or do you feel like you don't want to go home?"

"Ck, you could've been hurting me. Where there is a good prison. Everything is not like home. But how else? All must be accounted for, "his reply was upset at the man who often visited him while in the holding cell.

"I think you're happy to see your bright face getting brighter and brighter."

"Let's not keep on spitting. What do you want to come here, Iqbal?" without further ado Zio asked his best friend and lawyer who handled his case.

This time the man named Iqbal was serious. He linked his hands together on a table near the glass. "If you want to get out of here fast then you have to behave well. Don't make a fuss, don't make a tantrum let alone look for trouble with other prisoners. If you can behave well, the exit guarantee will be there. But still you have to report once every month to the police."

"How long would the durability be reduced if I behaved well here?" seriously asked Zio no longer kidding.

"One year. So you need another six months to get out. That's also if your behavior shows significant changes."

"From the first I also like good, just because my emotions ignited violence," reply Zio lowered his head back tightly remembering that.

"Hmmm you are guilty" he stood up from his seat. "That's wrong because it's a grudge wrong address. Your wife left, and now you have to start over. Spirit, you can."

Zio stared at Iqbal. "Retarted. All right, I'll start over. To be a better person, aamiin."