My Talaq!

The Surprising Thing

"Salma, Bli Fikri...!" Diana was stunned to see what was on the Cctv tape. His hand closed his mouth so surprised to see how Salma and Fikri exchanged saliva in the store, how Salma continued to tease Fikri until Fikri did not dwell on serving Salma kisses.

Her body felt limp, her world crumbling again in the blink of an eye over her husband's betrayal. His marriage was again marred by a lie by the man. Her faith was stained, her sincerity in accepting this marriage was betrayed by her own husband. So, for what does the word love that is often thrown Fikri for him? So, where is every promise that is said that the man will not betray him and will also try to make him happy? What is this that is called will be faithful and will take care of their household?

Diana's body sits languidly weeping over the story of her own household trip. His mind was chaotic, his heart was confused with the mind kept asking a lot of questions.

"They...! They have a relationship? This is impossible. What's the connection between the two?" Diana continued to wonder as if she had yet to believe the image that was there. No other action is just a kiss, but it still makes him feel heartache even though he himself has not loved.

Instantly the tears that had been resistant to sliding had wet her beautiful cheeks. Diana sobbed in silence feeling a deep disappointment. "Again and again my husband made a mistake. The same mistake has to do with women. Is the woman who owns the contraceptive pill Salma?" murmured Diana guessed it had not fully shown if the pill belonged to Salma. But his heart felt that it was Salma. But, Diana would not simply accuse before the hard evidence she had obtained.

Diana wiped away her tears violently, she took a deep breath then threw them away slowly.

"You have to be strong, Dee. Don't be weak, you have to find out more about this. Don't act rashly." Slowly he started to stand up even though his knees were still weak. His hands were still trembling holding the baby stroller.

Now, he turned to look for something that might be the next strong clue. Diana circulated her gaze around the room in search of something that might be left there.

Until the netra his eyes looked at the flat objects left on his dressing table. "Mobile? Yeah, I gotta figure it out on my phone. I should be able to tap Bli Fikri's phone."

The next step he will try to intercept the incoming messages on Fikri's phone. But he had to wait for Fikri to come home first then he could act to the next step.

However, he accidentally saw the incoming message from a new no to his no. Diana took the flat object and opened it. Again Diana was surprised by the content of the message she received.

Unknown: "I'll take your husband, Diana. Until whenever Bli Fikri is mine. Even before you we had frequent body intercourse. If you want to know who I come to this address, xxxx."

There is also an address there fan content of the message partly contains an indecent picture of Fikri with a woman being hugged each other in a half-dressed state.

"Astaghfirullah...! Bli Fikri's..!" Diana dropped her phone surprised to see the vulgar photos. His hands were trembling and he felt sinful to have seen the photo. For the first time he looked at a vulgar photo and it made Diana shock to close her eyes with tears coming back out suddenly.

"Astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah, astaghfirullah. Oh my God, why is this? Forgive me I've been watching indecent images." Diana's body to the point of falling asleep sat languidly sobbing small. He felt guilty and hurt.

"Oh my God, what surprise are you going to show me? Is this the answer to all my prayers asking you to show me who my husband is today" he sobbed as he hugged his knees.

"Mama, Papa, why does this have to happen to me again?" This is not what Diana wanted, this is not the expected household, this is not the life story that Diana wanted to live. But God always tested his servant's patience in an extraordinary way. Diana hid her face behind the folds of her hands on her knees.

"I have to come to that address. Yeah, I need to know who he is." With confidence and determination, Diana got up from her seat to take Baby A and took a sling and bag and did not forget her cellphone she brought.

Diana took a deep breath and slowly threw it away. "Bismil was bornrahmanirrahim, I am strong and I can."

******

Salma smiled grinning, her hands continued to pay attention to the flat object she had in her grasp.

"Diana, you must be in shock right now to see the photos and videos I sent. Hahaha I will not let you guys continue together and I will make sure Bli Fikri is only married to me. And this house..." Salma looked at every corner of the house she lived in. The house where Fikri lived was the result of his work as an electronic repairman until now became successful in Bali. "This will be mine. I won't let you have all this and I won't let Fikri fall into your arms."

Salma walked slowly with her right hand touching every object that was there. Her lips smiled in satisfaction at being able to send a message to Diana and it would make the relationship of Fikri and her boss a mess. Until Fikri's screams startled him.

Fikri's face already looked red withstanding anger. He no longer wants to be under Salma's threat and will make decisions in his life. It was better to lose Salma than to lose Diana, that was how Fikri thought at the moment.

"Salma come out you...!" fikri's voice sounded so big and so angry. He opened the door of his house with his feet and a rush of steps seemed rushed.

"Salma.." The screech again echoed making Salma come hasty.

"Bli, what's wrong?"

Grep...

Fikri just gripped Salma's cheek to make the woman glare perfectly glared to feel the tremendous pain. Fikri pushes Salma's body rough until the woman falls on the sofa and she overpowers it by occupying Salma's legs.

"I will no longer listen to any of your threats, Salma. I no longer care what you do. From today also I am you TALAk!" fikri's voice echoed there making Salma widen her eyes while trying to release the grip of Fikri's hand that was so strong.

Salma shook her head unwillingly to accept this divorce. He's trying to release Fikri. But his strength is so strong that he is very difficult to escape from Fikri.

"But, before I end your life serve me first, jal@ng." Fikri grinned, forcibly pulling every shirt Salma was wearing.

"You-you mean?" Salma was terrified that the soul of Fikri's killer had come back at this time.

Fikri's blood boiled violently full of anger and wanted to finish off Salma's life today as well. He took the folding knife that was behind his pants pocket and pointed it at Salma.

"You must die..."