Not the Forbidden Miss

Six - I Will Not Divorce You!

They sat down, after hearing what the doctor said. I really want to appear in front of them, but I hold it first, maybe later if they have moved to the treatment room, then I appear and I want an explanation from them.

The little boy was taken in a gurney, probably going to the treatment room, because at first glance I heard the doctor say, if their child should be hospitalized. I was still sitting in front of the boy's room, which the fried rice seller namanaya Sefi said. I really want to go in there, I want to ask an explanation from Mas Azril, why everything should Mas Azril cover? Is there any other way than a silent marriage?

Thirty menita I was in front of the treatment room of his son Mas Azril. I dare to go inside. I knocked on the door of the room, and opened the door and revealed the figure of a woman I knew, just this afternoon.

“Mbak Mala?” father Farah was confused. “What's up, Ma'am?” tanyakanya.

“Who, Mother?” ask the man inside.

“Ehm .. i—ini no Mbak Mala, Well. A minute, yeah?” answer Farah.

“Mas Azril!” call me.

Farah was stunned to hear me calling Mas Azril. Immediately Mas Azril turned his head towards me, and walked over to me.

“Mala? Why come here? You follow me?” Azril was so relaxed when he greeted me. He looks like a sinless man.

“Explain everything, Mas? Please don't cover up again, Mas!” press me.

“Mal, I said wait at home, I'll explain later! Don't provoke my emotions, this is also in the hospital, Mal? Look my son is sick!” he said with a little bit of courage.

“Then, don't you think about how I feel, Mom? Why didn't you tell me from the beginning that you've married Siri to have children? Why?” I said with a sobbing.

I realize, this is in the hospital. The sick are also children, children the age of my nephew. Where can I disturb him with my screaming, I am a human who still has a heart, even though I am hurt like this. I was deceived by my own husband.

“Mas, what's up? What's Mala?”

“Yes, she's my wife. More precisely the choice wife mama!” answer Mas Azril.

“Oh Lord!” farah groaned with a face that is difficult to interpret.

“Why didn't I tell you from the beginning? Wh why? Why does it seem like nothing happened in the past? Why are you so good to me, Mom? I give it all to you, I'm being sweet, like this guy loves me, treats me like a queen, spoils me every day, why is that? If you don't want me, say from the beginning!” I asked for an explanation from Mas Azril.

“Go home! We'll talk at home tomorrow! Don't make a fuss in the hospital, Mala!” mas Azril.

“Oh, don't you want to explain? Or did I call mom, let me just let you guys? I don't want to go long! I'm just asking you for an explanation! Your mama's life is in your hands! Yes, in God's hands, but if you hear all this, do you want to see the two people you love go to the hospital all? Your son, and your mama!” I deliberately threatened him, I was not afraid. What am I afraid of? I felt deceived by him.

“Do not threaten me, Mala!” snapped it.

“Why, scared? I feel like I cheated you, Mas!” pekikku.

“Good, sit there!” mas Azril's Order.

I sat down in front of Mas Azril, Farah sitting on a seat like Mas Azril. I want an explanation from them. Whatever happens, I am ready to accept Mas Azril's decision.

“Why not tell me? Why would you marry me?” ask me with tears.

“Mama asked, I did not dare to refuse mama's request, because you know mama is sick, right?” said Mas Azril.

“Then your wedding is how?” my many.

“We married siri, Mal. I'm sorry, actually I wanted to say this, but I don't know, I'm confused, I want to make mama happy, Mal. Only with you can mama be happy, only with me marry you. I've disappointed you too many times, please keep my marriage with Farah a secret. You're the one I trust the only, Mal. I beg?” he said with a sob.

“I don't have the heart to hurt you either, I lied to you during our three months of marriage. I'm sorry, Mala. It has brought you into a situation like this.”

“Connect me, Mas!” my door.

“Can't, Mal! I will divorce you at any time. You are my mother's choice, though not my heart's. I beg you, remain my wife, I will be fair to you, will I not be fair to you for three months? Although every day I share my two concerns, for you, and Farah. Also for Sefi,” said Mas Azril.

“Got gonna be fair, Mom! I can't believe that. I'm asking for my divorce!”

“Mbak Mala, don't be like that. I allowed Mas Azril to accept another woman, Ma'am. Because I don't want to be disturbed by Mas Azril's mother. I hate him so much, Mom. While I knew that mom was sick, I was willing to marry Siri. I'm willing to do that, because we love each other. But, we never got the blessing of Mas Azril's parents. So keep it this way, don't ask for a divorce with Mas Azril. I beg you, for the sake of my son too, Ma'am,” Farah said, pleading with me.

“That's what you talk about? You don't know how I feel? I'm ashamed! I confidently thought Mas Azril loved me, loved me, cared for me, and so on! What is it, huh? He's pretending, Farah! He did it all because he pretended! Because it covers everything for your sake!” my er. “Astagfirullah ... Tega you, Mas!”

I rubbed my face rough. Disappointed, angry, and others mixed into one. I'm not even sure what to do. I wanted to end it, but Mas Azril kept begging me, so that I would accept all these circumstances.

“Mala .. let me stay like this. And, let me marry Farah officially, because with your permission, I can marry her officially, Mal,” pinta Mas Azril.

“I can't, Mas!” my answer.

“Mala, I beg you!” Mas Azril knelt down in front of me, begging for permission to officially marry Farah.

“I don't want to be combined, Mas. But, it turns out that I'm your honeymoon. Although I am your legal wife, I am the second you marry, and the second you touch! I can't, Mas. Before going far, it's better to divorce me, Mas.”

“No, Mal! I won't divorce you, until anytime!” mas Azril.

“For what is it still maintained, if you only have no love for me?”

“I don't love you, yes I'm honest, I just love Farah, I do it with you, because you're my wife, and you're my choice. Mama peg has a granddaughter of yours, Mal!”

“Crazy! You are crazy, Mas!” my er. “Tomorrow, I'll take care of everything!”

“Gak, no, Mala! I beg you, Mal,” Mas Azril clasped tightly to my hand, he begged me, kneeling hugging my leg. “Whatever you want I will grant. Except for one, we don't divorce, because that's not what I'm going to do!”

“I stick to my stance, we split!” I insisted, and then I left them.

“Mala, wait!” call Farah.