Senior Beautiful Incaranku

Life must go on

Povs. Ayuna Maharani

Two days, during that time Danu became an impromptu driver for me. The driver I didn't pay, I didn't even expect. In addition to the driver, he is also a reliable Bodyguard who can guard and protect me from danger.

I have repeatedly refused Danu. asked her to no longer act as my bodyguard. Danu is Danu. He won't change. 

Today is my divorce hearing with Mas Bagus. So, I don't want Danu to drop me off or follow me. The only way I can avoid Danu is to go home sooner. 

Yeah, I should go home sooner. Before, I had to meet Satria first.

"Ayuna, have you been getting permission lately?" Ask Satria curiously. 

"Is there anything really important??" He continued asking with a curious expression.

"Em, that, I ..."

"Let Ayuna go home faster!" Connect Mr. Robert who suddenly appears not knowing where.

Staring at me coldly, then smiling smirk, "Ayuna to my room, now!" 

I nodded, obeying my Boss' orders this time. Then get out of Satria's office. 

I slowly knocked on Mr. Robert's door, feeling a little anxious, "excuse me, sir."

"Sit down!" Mr. Robert let me.

"Sir, what's calling me?" I asked, when I was sitting my ass on the chair right in front of Mr. Robert's desk. 

"You're going to court, now?" Ask Mr. Robert without looking at me.

"Yes." Yeah." 

I didn't answer more. Short is better. Because it turns out Mr. Robert knows a lot about me. How did he know I was going to court?

"OKAY. Need lawyer?" Ask Mr. Robert.

I shook my head, because enough with a strong body, mentally healthy, I was sure I could deal with all of this. I also answered with complete confidence.

"No, Sir!"

Mr. Robert pulled out a business card at me, "his name is Mr. Hamdan. I've contacted him to take care of all your affairs in court later,"

"He's waiting for you" he continued. This time, looking at me. 

I immediately threw a glance towards the wall. Take a deep breath, then slowly exhale. "Mr helped me too much. Thanks," 

"But, sorry. This time, I refused" I continued. Then get up from the chair. 

"I'm sorry, sir," I said goodbye to him. 

"You've always rejected me, is it because of your juniors??" 

Sir Robert's words disturbed my hearing. Is the junior Mr. Robert is Danu? Does he know that I came home with Danu last night?

"Ayuna, don't you think that I don't know" he said with a cynical look.

"Sir, there is no need to associate this matter with him. Because it has nothing to do with it." 

Mr. Robert returned with a smile, but more cynically, "we'll see where you'll keep hiding this!"

"I'm not hiding anything. Mr. Robert is always delving into my issues and privacy!"  I'm getting pissed off. Leaving the Boss's study room without saying goodbye. 

He was like a chameleon. Attitude changes. Yesterday was good, now evil. The sweet night, the afternoon becomes bitter even sour. But I don't care much about it. At the end of this month, I will be leaving his office.

...****************...

Religious Court.

I looked at Mas Bagus face that looked increasingly dull. Hair that covers the ears. The part of the chin that has now been overgrown with fine feathers, shows how unkempt he is. 

After being satisfied to pay attention to Mas Bagus, now I prefer to take my eyes off. To focus more in the future. Because, Mas Bagus is my mass. We may be doomed not to match until it has to end in divorce. 

The judge had already decided, the hammer knock had been heard influenced by the room. I just looked up so I wouldn't shed any more tears. Despite holding it, this sick.

Goodbye, Mas Bagus Prasetyo...

After all, two years of my household age with Mas Bagus. Now it can only be used as a life lesson, without having to remember. 

"Finally, my son is free from gat*l women like you!" 

That can be heard clearly. Stabbed into my eardrum. In fact, just hearing his voice I've memorized. 

"Now Good is free from his sentence. Let's see, where you'll survive, Ayuna!!" With a cynical and intimidating smile towards me. I didn't say that to my former mother-in-law. 

I was even more embarrassed, because so many people were watching me. Like, I'm the most guilty woman in the world.

I'd rather just walk away from the courtroom. Receive with legowo all his messages that have been outlined by the creator of life. 

Out of the courthouse, I also chose to sit in a small park adjacent to the Religious Court building where I cut the rope of marriage with Mas Bagus just now.

I closed my eyes with both hands, lamenting my own fate. Legowo is hard. I still feel terrible pain and pain. 

"Can I sit here??" The soft voice of a woman stopped my sobbing. 

I opened the hand that had covered my eyes and face, looking next to me a woman had been sitting with a sweet smile. "Who?"

Obviously, I asked him. Because I only saw that woman today. I was thinking if this was Mr. Robert's man. However, Mr. Robert had told if the lawyer he was assigned was a man named Mr. Hamdan.

"Hana," the woman stretched out her hand. Introducing yourself.

I slowly shook the hand of the woman named Hana, "Ayuna,"

Hana smiled sweetly, paying attention to every detail of my face and appearance.

"Life must go on, Yuna. We can cry, even wail."

"but don't keep going. Life must go on!" Continue with the hands clenched upwards encouraging. 

Who her? Why is it that when I am in such a bad state God is still good to me. Sending a woman who is able to temper my emotions. It can calm my soul. I'm so grateful.

"Thank you" I said still with a raucous voice after crying. Then wipe away the remains of tears on this face.

"This," Hana handed him a small piece of paper that was none other than her business card.

"Come to my office, whenever I'm ready to help you," he said. 

"Don't get too shaken, cry just enough!" The slow pat he gave me on my shoulder was able to calm down a little. 

"You need some time to make your own, call me if there's anything to ask. I'm ready to help!" 

Hana moved from her seat. Waving hands as parting speech. The abandoned me could only stare at him from afar while thinking. Who her? Does he have anything to do with Robert?

"Hana Paramitha, M.Psi.T," 

I read slowly Hana's name, and also researched where her office address was. 

Um, do I need to consult a psychologist? 

DRTTT.... DRTTT..... DRTTT...

I see this flat object constantly vibrating, displaying an unknown number on the screen. Turns out, fourteen times has this number made a call to me.

14 missed calls.

I've also raised this call, "hallo,"

"Where are you?? You all right?"