Pressure From Ex Husband

POV Alim's

I have started to move on to forget Rihana, even though I realize that this is not easy. But if you think it all depends on my intention to try to forget, as my brother said. If I don't force myself to forget and learn to open my heart to other women, I will forever be held back by feelings that only torment me, because waiting and hoping for a woman who's happy with her new life is like killing me off.

I began to learn to open myself and my heart to Safitri, she is not the same as Rihana but I can educate her like Rihana after we get married later, she said, because I began to feel comfortable and like women who wear loose clothing, the aura is awake and can only be enjoyed by their partners, if Safitri women who are obedient and understand how to appreciate and maintain the honor of their husbands, and who are not, surely he wouldn't mind if I asked him to change his appearance. And that's what I told you when we had dinner out yesterday. We started learning to know each other. Saying each other's hopes and desires. And Alhamdulillah Safitri welcomed my wish enthusiastically, even his eyes sparkled happily.

He said, if in fact has had that desire for a long time, but his work does not support him to look shar'i, even though it is allowed to wear hijab, but must be in a contemporary style.

"If I ask you to quit your job, and you just work in my office how? you can help me out there, later if you're my wife, God willing I won't ask you to work. Because I know right now you need a job to help your family, right? And we are also still in time to introduce each other." I expressed my intention for Safitri to work with me, that way, he let while learning and getting used to the change in the way we dress also can get to know each other better. Maybe I could, ask her to be my wife, but I don't want to be rash again in this case, I don't want to repeat the mistakes I used to do with Piana. At first meeting and knowing Piana, she looked good and innocent, until I bowed and believed in her deception, but in the end she revealed her true nature, which was only targeting my property, only, even deliberately deceiving the child he was carrying was my son, in fact it was the result of his adultery with his girlfriend. Astagfirullah, it feels claustrophobic with regret every time I remember it all.

"Yes, Mas. I will learn and start following what Mas Alim wants, God willing I believe, Mas Alim will lead me to a better path." Safitri replied blushing, inshaalah I believe, and in his eyes began to look cloudy, it seemed like he was moved or even depressed.

"Thank God, may we be able to fit in together and feel comfortable, until our relationship and mutual intentions can be immediately implemented in a marriage bond."

"Aamiin, God willing, Mas." he answered quivering and there was a drop of clear water falling in both eyes.

"Why are you crying fit? don't you like or are you depressed about this?" I was hesitant, because I had to make sure that he accepted me on the basis of liking not being forced by the wishes of my mother and sister.

I took this deep breath, seeking the honesty of what Safitri said, and I found it there.

"I never judge people by possessions, I just hope to have a companion who will accept me and my son sincerely, can be the most comfortable place when I'm home, to preserve my honor as a husband. Not a woman who is good at foya and unclear wandering, honestly I do not like women like that. Because I had a trauma about all of that. As a person who has failed twice in marriage, I must be really careful in choosing a prospective partner, and I hope you can be my companion and accept me as I am." at length I explained my expectations to her, and it appeared that Safitri was digesting my words, a thin smile printed on her lips.

"Goddess, Mas. Help me to be a good wife to you. Bismillah." she said softly with eyes glaring at me.

Ever since we decided to get into a relationship, Safitri and I started texting to exchange news, we started talking a lot about the future and I started learning to leave behind a dream about my ex-wife.

Today I had an appointment with my daughter Alma, saw her run at her school, and I also planned to introduce Alma to the safitri later after the Alma school event was over, I'm sure Alma would be happy and Rihana would have given her permission.

When I just came to Alma's school, my son immediately ran up to me cheerfully, it looks he is very happy I can be present to see him running race, hopefully this will be the motivation for my son, he said, to be more enthusiastic in living his hobby. Alma drove me to the place that had been made especially for us guardians of the students present, and it turned out that Rihana was already sitting gracefully in one of the chairs, which were there, Rihana appears to be talking to one of his teachers Alma.

honestly, my heart is back beating, seeing an ex-wife who is increasingly looking beautiful, her appearance is so graceful, black and wide hijab with matching colors makes her look more beautiful and graceful. But all my heart tried to brush off the troubled feeling that was present disturbed this heart. Just act normal and start to keep a little distance, just say hello and then take a seat a bit away from him, because Rihana said, saying, if soon Dimas her husband will also come to see Alma who follows the race, I do not want there to be a misunderstanding, because however I and Rihana once had a relationship, what else my heart still saves. the hope of being together, of course as a man, I could feel the jealousy in Dimas' eyes every time I saw him with Rihana. I am no longer the Alim, who is only selfish, always trying to get what I want by justifying all means, but it destroys me in the end. Now I've changed, started to understand how to respect others, how to put myself in the place of others, so as not to do as I please. Alma is my main goal to change, my daughter can change everything in me, definitely change for the better. Hopefully, I can be a good father to my son and be an example and protector for him until later he finds someone who deserves to be his companion.