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The Last... Part. 2
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Seconds - seconds Last episode yes guys, but there is still season 2, which is certainly more seeeru and happier and full of challenges as well...
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POV Izal
This morning, after the dawn prayer, I was getting ready to go to Sipirok to attend the inaugural hearing of my divorce with Ani, my wife. I rushed towards the car and drove it at moderate speed. On the way, I bought souvenirs for my children.
Seven hours passed, I arrived in front of the Sipirok state religious court, by because our inaugural hearing was held at two noon after the break.
I saw my watch showing at eleven o'clock in the afternoon.
I searched for Ani and my children, but I didn't see them anywhere. Feeling hungry, I decided to have lunch at a Minang house which is famous for its delicious and special cuisine.
After sitting on the chair that had been provided, I ordered the food I wanted to the waiter of the restaurant.
" Bang, I messan rendang beef one serving, parchment potatoes three pieces, the same sambal terasi yes" I said with a smile on him.
Yes, wait a minute" he said.
A few minutes later, the food I ordered was served on the table.
I immediately ate the food that the waiter had prepared on the plate.
After being full, I rested for a while in the restaurant, waiting for the Dzuhur Adhan to reverberate.
When the Dzuhur adhan rang, I rushed to the mosque for congregational prayer at the Sipirok highway mosque which is not far from the restaurant.
After I finished praying, I went back to the state religious court, because the clock showed one o'clock in the afternoon. I don't want to be late for my divorce hearing, because I want to see Ani and my children, because I honestly miss them so much.
Upon arrival in front of the state religious court, I was fixated on seeing Ani who looked very beautiful, just like when we first met, when she was a girl.
I looked at her with unblinking eyes, because of the change in her appearance when we were together.
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" Assalamualaikum", said Bang Izal while smiling at me.
"Wa alaikum salam", I said with a casual reaction.
I was with my Uncle to attend my divorce trial, while Izal bang alone, no one was accompanying.
" Where are Habib and Syakira?", he asked me.
" They're at my uncle's house with my aunt" I said briefly.
" When I wanted to meet them, I missed them so much ", he said unknowingly.
" Tumben bang Izal cares and misses Habib and Syakira, all this time, you never care about them?", I said while looking at him with a sharp eye.
" It's not that I don't care and don't miss, I always miss them and care about them, it's my biological child, there's no way I don't care and don't miss, no way, all this time I've always tried to call your phone number, but never connected, maybe you've changed the phone number?" he said.
" Yes, I did change my phone number, so you can't interfere with our happy lives" I said with confidence.
" Thank God, if you are happy without me, I apologize to you for abandoning you and making you suffer" he said.
" As time goes by, maybe one day, later, we will forgive your mistakes" I said with confidence.
" Even though we have separated, I hope adek does not prevent me from meeting with our children, because as his biological father, I have the right" he said in a firm tone.
" I won't stop you from meeting them, but only once a month, because I don't want to, mentally they are affected by you, if you meet often, they are still children, they are children, another case, if they are older later, the decision is in their hands, will you not ask for full custody of the children?", I asked curious.
" No, I'm sure you're better off babysitting them than me and Mira, because you're their real mother" she said, smiling at me.
I was silent for a moment hearing his words. I thought we were going to be fighting over child custody, like the soap opera I used to watch on television, but otherwise, beyond my expectations.
" Well, thank you very much for your trust in me to take care of our children, and do you know what date Izal bang this is?", I asked.
" It's November 11th, it's the date of our divorce hearing" he said confusedly.
" Yes, long ago, you never remembered the date of our marriage, because you didn't feel it was important, ironically enough, the date of our first trial of divorce, it is the date of our wedding, and it should be our eighth anniversary, but Taqdir says something else" I said with my eyes staring at his face.
He was silent to my words, and breathed a long sigh.
I turned around to leave him standing still looking at me.
After eight years, the first time, I heard "I love you", from my husband's mouth, but whatever that means, it's over.
Rice has become porridge, my heart has been broken, there is no place in my heart for his love which is too late.
I rushed to my feet, without seeing him, because I did not want him to see me cry, not because I still love him, but because of the regret of my love that clapped one hand first, he said, and now it's all really over.
" Ani, tell me that you still love me and want to live with me, I will improve ourselves and our relationship, and our children will not suffer" she said, holding my hand.
" Let go of my hand" I said firmly.
" It's all over Izal bang, I can forgive all your mistakes, but I will never want to live with you again forever, because you can easily dump women, you think of me as trash, you think of me as a piece of trash, what you can throw away and pick up ", I said as I passed away leaving him.
The moment he wanted to catch up with me, my uncle stopped him and gave him a warning.
" Don't force your will on her, if Ani says no, well no, you've made my daughter suffer all this time" my uncle told her unequivocally.
Time passed, after a three-hour trial, we finally agreed there was no mediation, because I was sick of seeing it.
The head of the religious court decided to read the final decision of our divorce hearing, read on the eleventh of next month.
We came out of the courtroom.
" Ani, can I find our children?", he asked.
" Well, the children are at my uncle's house in Simangir, you know his house, you come there" I said as I passed away leaving him with my uncle on his motorcycle.
A few minutes later, we arrived in front of my uncle's house, while Izal's bang arrived in his car.
" Assalamualaikum", I said with a smile to my children playing on the porch of my uncle's house.
" Wa aleikum salam Ma" Syakira answered while hugging me.
Today, Syakira is on school leave, because I know Izal bang would want to meet them, so I take my children to Sipirok, my uncle's house.
" Assalamualaikum", said bang Izal.
I saw Syakira's usual reaction, if Habib was just busy playing his cars.
" Daughter, this is what I brought to Syakira and Habib" he said.
" Sana dear, received by your father" I said with a smile at him.
" Can you?", asked my daughter, smiling at me.
" Dear, your father will be sad, if Kira is indifferent like that" I said again.
Syakira also walked slowly towards the seat of Izal bang.
" Thank you Dad", Syakira said with a smile on her face.
Bang Izal immediately hugged his daughter's body while she was covered in tears.
" Kira is fine with Mama, take care of Mama and Adek Habib yes, I will visit you once a month" said Izal bang.
" Yes well, dad is also healthy and well there" Syakira said with a smile.
I was stunned to hear his words, because I did not expect and realized that my daughter had such an adult nature.
Finished chatting with Syakira and Habib, Izal bang also told us to return to Medan.
" I go home on deck, may Allah SWT give all of you good, and may Allah forgive all my sins for having wasted you" he said grudgingly as he passed to his car.
I sat down and watched him leave.
May Allah SWT do us all good, I said with a smile to my children.
" Love, we go inside, again adzan magrib reverberated", I said, holding my children's hands.
" Where is Ma?", asked my daughter.
" Your father went back to where he was supposed to be" I said with a smile on his face.
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