She's Not My Husband Seasons 1&2

She's Not My Husband Seasons 1&2
Eps 132 Attitude Neat Galang



The divorce trial in the religious court entered the mediation stage. Both sides were found and given the opportunity to reconcile and ask for peace


to maintain their domestic relationships.


Intan's tears continued to wet her beautiful face. Accompanied by his father-in-law Intan followed the mediation stage.


If the mediation stage is not successful, it can be ascertained that it will be entered into a court decision.


Galang's parents try to maintain his son's relationship until they have to find a lawyer to help them face Galang's divorce suit against his son-in-law.


With a step gontai Intan walked out of the mediation room. There is no meeting point for her with her husband. At least Galang did not feel sorry or sad about the decision he made.


Three times the trial period only once Galang came at the mediation stage. Stated unequivocally that he would end the relationship.


"Mom, I'm tired", a soft and sad voice sounded in the middle-aged woman's ear.


Mother drips a clear circle at the end of her eyes, all the ways have been tried to make her son back to his daughter-in-law.all is fruitless, Galang desperate to divorce the woman of his choice.


"The woman is married, why does my son still want a divorce with Intan?, the inner voice of the mother who did not find an answer to her own question.


Mother walked with defeatist footsteps. Never imagined it would end like this. His son's determination was already strong could not be prevented by persuasion words as a mother who gave birth to him.


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The ringing of the mobile phone was clearly heard. The cell phone is located on his desk. Galang now lives alone in an apartment.


Once again, a judge's decision will be accepted. There was a smile on his handsome face.


"Hanum now there is no barrier for us to unite in a household bond. Stupidly I at that moment let you and finally belong to someone else", a sense of regret was seen on his face with a long breath of effort trying to arouse his spirit.


Reluctance to accept the call, because Galang already knew what his parents would say.


Left it alone until the ringing of his phone twice the call and for the third Galang received the call.


As Galang guessed that his mother must have discussed the same thing. All conversations are listened to without responding.


"What you're after with that woman, she's married to another man", mother's words are like thunderbolts in her ears and disbelief over her mother's words.


Galang's pale face immediately turned off the call from his parents who were still talking on the phone.


"I can't believe you've fooled me enough all this time. I will not be consumed by talking anymore", said Galang by throwing away his negative thoughts.


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The door came three times and heard no sound from inside the house.


It looks like the house has no occupants because there is no activity in the house.


When leaving the Galang home page was greeted by a neighbor who was right in front of the house that Galang visited.


"Who are you looking for deck? if this hour has not come home. About four in the afternoon just at home", an explanation from a mother in Galang.


"Hanum really lives here, right ma'am? , with a smile Galang asked the whereabouts of Hanum.


The mother confirmed that the one visited was Hanum's house but the only one living in the house is now her sister.


Hanum has moved into a big city house.


Galang was surprised by Hanum's move


Soon Galang asked for Hanum's new address to the woman.


The woman gave Hanum a new address and her new mobile number.


"Lajar I call him always out of reach, apparently he has been counting his mobile number" said Galang by scrunching his forehead while checking the number he just got.


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