Tears of Sholehah's Wife
Episode 42's.
Not felt that it had been four days of the departure of Ratih, Arif and his son and wife decided to return to Jakarta to take care of their transfer to Surabaya. Arif has submitted his resignation from the place so far to make a living, all has been completed without obstacles and currently he and Salma are preparing the items to be moved. While Jihan was still not home, the woman with the face of ayu was meeting her superior.
At the Ritz Corporation building, Jihan is dealing with Radit. He has expressed his desire to resign before the contract expires.
“So that's why you resigned?” Radit asked ascertained after hearing Jihan's explanation.
“Iya, Sir. Sorry if I was being rude by violating the contract agreement, but at this time I have no other choice.” Answer Jihan. To be honest, he felt bad about Radit, but all this he had to do.
“But you're married, shouldn't you be staying with your husband?”
Jihan bowed sadly. “My husband and I are getting a divorce soon, Sir.”
Radit nodded, then scrunched his forehead. “You're serious? What's the problem until you get divorced?”
“Sorry, Sir. I can't tell you my household problems.”
Radit exhaled. “Iya, sorry if I want to know.”
Jihan shook her head. “Nothing, Sir.
“So can I resign?”
Ask Jihan.
Radit was silent for a moment, but then nodded. “Iya, can. But with one condition.”
“What, Sir?”
“You may not decide your friendship with me, even if you are no longer my employee, but we can still be friends.”
Jihan smiled. “Iya, Sir. Insha Allah.”
Radit also smiled happily. “You can grab your salary this month on the administrative staff.”
“Good, Sir. Thank you very much.”
“Iya, equally.”
“Oh, yes, Sir. I also want to restore this.” Jihan offered a blue handkerchief that Radit lent to wipe her tears.
“Reacted really returned? I just forgot.”
Ledek Radite.
“It belongs to you, so I have to give it back.”
“And I've been willing to give it to you, loh!” Radit grabbed the handkerchief.
Jihan smiled back.
“Then excuse me, sir. Assalamualaikum ..” Jihan.
Radit nodded. “Wa’alaikumsalam ..”.
Jihan moved and rushed out of Radit's room because she wanted to say goodbye to Tasya and his other colleagues.
Radit looked at Jihan's departure with a hard-to-read look while kissing a handkerchief that smelled like a distinctive flower.
“What this time God wants to give me a chance?” Radit Mumbles.
“Mother!" Radit exclaimed, then immediately shifted the green button and the call was connected.
“Halo, Assalamualaikum, Mother.” Sapa Radit's.
“Wa’alaikumsalam. You're busy?”
“Neg, Bun. I'm relaxed, kok.” Sahut Radit's.
“Thank God. You see Mother does not want to interfere with your time.”
“Mothers are also not anything, really. I'm sincere, the important Mother happy.” Seloroh Radite.
“If you want Mommy to be happy, then get married. Want to until when do you yourself continue like this?”
“Yes until I meet a mate and get married.” Answer Radit origin.
“This you, yes. Mommy seriously, you're still kidding!”
Radit chuckled at the successful teasing of his mother. Indeed, since long ago, this handsome Arab widower was most difficult to talk seriously about personal matters, he always responded jokingly.
“Dit, you are no longer young. The children of friends of Mother's age you are already in a child's cradle. Lah, you're his wife doesn't have.”
“Oh, so Mommy wants me to carry a child? Easy, later I borrow a neighbor's child and I continue to carry.” Again Radit replied in jest.
“Radit, Mommy seriously! Don't keep joking! This angry mother!”
Radit chuckled again. “Iya-iya, Mother. Forgive me!”
“You are so hard to talk to, it must be upset! Mother wants to see you happy, have a wife and children. It has been almost three years of Andini's departure, you still have not been looking for a replacement. Mother sad to see you alone continue.”
“I'll get married when the time comes, Bun.” Continue Radit.
“Always that's the answer. Never mind, Mother is tired of talking to you. Assalamualaikum.”
“Wa’ aleikumsalam ..” Reply Radit while smiling.
Radit exhaled after his conversation with his mother ended. Honestly, he also wanted to marry again and have a whole household like the people out there, but for some reason until now his heart has not been able to accept anyone but Jihan.
Although disappointed because the woman he liked was married to someone else, but Radit's feelings did not change in the slightest to Jihan. And today he seemed to get a glimmer of hope when he heard the news of Jihan's divorce, his heart was again expecting that beautiful figure that he had long desired.
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The bright blue sky is dotted with a clean cloud of white, plus a breeze blowing through the breeze, shaking the twigs and leaves of Cambodian flower trees. The quiet atmosphere that was so calm enveloped the neatly arranged rows of gravestones, there was no sound other than the whirring of the wind that blew through the skin. Silent and full of sorrow.
Miranda was standing on the edge of a tomb, a bouquet of white Chrysanthemum flowers she placed near the gravestone. For a moment there was no sound, only a tearful twirl that drop after drop fell down his cheeks.
Miranda took a deep breath, then exhaled heavily while wiping away the clear liquid that had been flowing from earlier represented her feelings. The resentment, anger and sadness that melded into one had made him finally decide on a very big mistake.
“You are a victim of what they did, but you are not wrong. It feels like I've had enough time, and today I'm going to get revenge for you. I'll smash him to pieces until he can no longer feel happiness and die deep into the slump. So that you calm down in nature there.” Miranda said softly as she wiped her tears.
Instantly the unfortunate incident a few years ago ran in his memory.
Miranda clenched her hands, her eyes filled with hatred and anger. “Ammar, suffering and destruction will be soon you get.”
Miranda hurried away from the public funeral and drove her car at high speed.
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