My Talaq!

Behind the Pocket

"Diana..." Fikri sculpted aware of her harsh treatment to Diana. He released both hands that were gripping the wife's shoulder. "Why are you asking like that?" the thing he avoided the most when the question with a gentle gaze was unable to make Fikri look at him.

"Why have you changed, Bli? do I have the same mistake you? Please give me a compelling reason why you forbid me to contact my son's family? It's his son, it's their grandson and my son has to know who his father's family is." Diana continued to stare in the shade without intimidation but was impressed like a soft, piercing gaze.

"Because of me. I'm. ah come on, don't talk about it anymore." Fikri would rather go than be there intimidated. He couldn't bear to have to accept that gentle but piercing look. He also realizes that there is no word on his former father and Baby A deserves to know his father's family. However, what made Fikri restless was himself who was too afraid to lose Diana when the situation started to mess up like this.

Fikri took her jeans off to the sofa and stepped into the bathroom to clean herself up. Diana could only stare at him with a million questions running through her mind.

"You changed, you were rude, you were drunk, and you were lying. What are you hiding from me, Bli?" lirih Diana was gloomy at the change in attitude of Fikri who seemed to be rude. He let out a heavy breath and then slowly laid his son on the bed.

The night was getting late, the clock was spinning noticeably slower than before. Diana who still felt an awkwardness from inside Fikri pensive herself behind the glass stared at the night sky in the moonlight. There are no stars tonight, only a moon that only partially resembles a crescent moon.

"What should I do to find out the change in Bli Fikri's attitude? I was increasingly made suspicious by him because it always looks nervous and always looked down afraid as if he did not want the look in his eyes seen by me." In her solitude, Diana thought to herself.

Feeling unable to find a solution, he stood up to Baby A and lay there. At first glance his eyes looked at Fikri who was sleeping on the right side near Baby A. Then he closed his eyes hoping that tomorrow things would start to improve.

******

"Zio, since Papa is conscious, we want to go back to our house and restore Papa's condition there. You as the oldest child and the oldest grandson here only until the situation here is really stable," said Fakhri asked his only child to manage the family company until he fully recovered. Not do not want to linger there but papa Fahri wants to restore the condition of his residence.

"Well, why should I? There's Anita, there's Papa's sister who can handle everything." No Danu did not want to obey the wishes of his father, but he was impatient to return to his country to find another woman he still expects to this day.

"They already have their own busy lives, Zio. Anita is busy taking care of the script, om you are also managing the company. It won't be long, though. Only about a month or two at the latest." Papa Fakhri so kekeh wanted Danu to take care of his company until it was completely finished.

"Your job is to move the headquarters here to our country. So from there, if you succeed then we do not need to go back and forth abroad just for a job. Unless the situation is really very emergency then we plunge here again. It's for you too, Zio. Later, if you're married, you spend a lot of time with your family without having to go abroad to take care of work."

This time Zio silently did not reply. He digested his papa's last words, family. And at once he thought he wanted to have a family with Diana again and have many children from women he loved. The corner of his lips lifted slightly imagining that beautiful thing had arrived.

"Alright, Zio will stay here first until I manage to move the branch office to our country" Danu replied with confidence. 'I did this for Diana and our future, ' she said in her heart.

"May you be happy and find the companion of your life that you want" he sincerely said to his son.

"Aamiin yarobbal. Then, Zio continued working first. Ah, Mah." Karin and Fakhri nodded. Both parents also began to clean up the items in the hospital after a long stay there.

*******

The clock is showing at 04:00 in the morning. Diana began to open her eyes, and her hands felt sore because she fell asleep while holding Baby A who continued to suckle her.

Diana slowly puts Baby A on the bed, and gets off the bed carefully afraid to wake her baby up.

Diana starts picking up a pile of dirty clothes belonging to herself, Baby A, and Fikri's clothes. The pain is getting better and can move again.

As usual, before bringing the clothes into the laundry room and putting them in the washing machine, Diana always checked every pocket. Fearful that there were important items left behind or money tucked away so Diana was always careful.

His eyes also occasionally saw Fikri who was still asleep in a dream. Last night they slept together on the same bed but were blocked by toddlers.

His hands kept trying to find something every pocket of pants, shirt, shirt. There was nothing he could find in his pocket and Fikri's shirt and pants. There is another one that he has not yet ransacked his pocket, which is a pocket in Fikri's jeans.

Diana began to feel the jeans until her hands felt they had found something. Then he took out his hand and was stunned in disbelief. His heart beats because it sees an object that is often used by married women. Steadily, Diana felt that. Wondering why it was in her husband's pocket? At once negative thoughts began to pervade him.

"Pill contraception...!" his lips trembled when he mentioned that name. The pill is no longer intact and seems to be often drunk. But whose question belongs to whom? And the owner is a woman, right?

Diana's body felt limp, her hands clasped tightly onto the medicine, her body began to stagger languidly walking slowly to the sofa. She thought if her husband was betraying her? Diana was thinking whether Fikri had another wife or lover? Short of breath, that was what Diana was currently feeling.

I don't feel her tears just sliding down her pretty cheeks. If the assumption is true Fikri betrayed means he has been lied to by Fikri.

Diana's hand held the front of her chest. His lips he bit withstood the pain at the second betrayal. "Oh my God, betrayed again..."