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Safia looked at her father sharply.

"What! Ma'am Shakira has kicked Mas Rama out of this house?" ask Safia

Mr. Junedi nodded.

"Yes. This morning the man packed his things and left the house."

Safia breathed deeply. To this day, he still blames himself. She's the one who's caused her brother's domestic relationship to fall apart.

"For me, the relationship between Mas Rama and Mbak Shakira so messy," said Safia who looked sad when remembering the incident on that night.

Until now, Safia has not been able to forget the incident. Perhaps the events of that night, will never be forgotten in Safia's lifetime. Because it all concerns her honor as a woman.

"Safia be, what happened let it happen. Don't keep thinking, son. The past, let it pass. Your path is long, son. You are still young. You still have a bright future. You must learn to forget everything, son."

Safia looked at her father.

Talking is easy. But what about me who lives it. I'm no longer a virgin. Men who would accept a woman who has been tarnished like me, inner Safia.

Safia grabbed her father's hand and held it tightly. For Safia, Mr. Junedi was the best father for her. He was the only one who understood Safia. He never blamed Safia in the slightest for this incident.

It was precisely Bu Astri and Shakira who always blamed Safia. They do not know the true events.

"Sir, I'm sorry sir. Because I let my father down. I've made a disgrace in our family. I've put the family to shame" Safia said.

Safia lowered her head in front of her father. He feels very guilty.

A drop of Safia's tears began to wet Safia's smooth cheeks. He was crying in front of his father. He seemed to regret what had happened to him.

"Had it been that night, I locked the door to my room and did not let Mas Rama into my room, this would not have happened. It's true what Shakira's mother and mother said. If this is all my fault" Safia said.

Mr. Junedi could not bear to see Safia crying. He then raised a little Safia's chin and turned Safia's face towards him.

"Don't blame yourself, son. You are not wrong. Rama should be the one to blame. He was drunk and made you like this. It is not appropriate for such a man to be my son-in-law. He's a drunken handyman. And from now on, I'll never let him get close again to Shakira. Let them get divorced" said Mr. Junedi.

It's over Mr. Junedi's patience with Rama. Rama made all these problems happen. He's the one who ruined the lives of his two daughters. And Mr. Junedi will never forgive Rama's deeds.

"Continue, how are Mas Rama and Mbak Shakira related?" ask Safia. He had still wiped his tears with both of his palms.

"Father has not allowed your brother to get in touch with that man anymore. Let them get divorced. Rama's actions to you are inexcusable. And you will not approve of the relationship between Shakira and Rama anymore" said Pak Junedi.

Safia breathed deeply. Trying to be strong and not cry anymore in front of his father. He then drowned his head on Mr. Junedi's shoulder.

"Thank you, sir. You are the best father for Safia" Safia said as she clasped her father's hand.

"Yes Nak. Never mind, father, the important thing is you want to eat and you want to go through your days as usual again. Don't think about that fucking guy anymore."

"Yes Sir. I don't want to think about Rama anymore. But what I think is Shakira's mother."

"Why with him?"

"He kind of hates me sir."

***

Late at night, Shakira was still sitting on the front porch of her house. She was still crying. If she remembered the events of that day, when she saw with her own eyes that her sister and husband were in the same bed, her heart was so sore.

Until now, Shakira has not been able to forget the incident. And perhaps, it will be a bad memory for Shakira for the rest of her life.

Shakira got up from her seat and looked ahead.

"Why Mas Rama and Safia have me at all. Why can they do such a thing. Hiks... "

"I can't keep seeing Safia here. I can't stand it if I have to keep that in mind."

Shakira was still muttering to herself. She did not realize that her mother had been standing behind her.

"Shakira, it's night. Why are you still here" Astri said as he patted Shakira on the shoulder.

Shakira looked towards her mother.

"Mother..."

"You're crying here, son. Let's go inside!" Ms. Astri put her child on her shoulder and invited her into the house.

Astri then took Shakira to sit on the living room sofa.

"Shakira. Why are you crying?" ask Ms. Astri. "Are you still crying over that guy? for what such a depraved man you cry on Shakira. He does not deserve to be grieved. Stop crying over a guy like that."

"I can't Mom, forget everything. My heart is broken and too sick. Especially when I see Safia. I can't see Safia's face. I want to go, Mom. I want to get away from this house. So that I can get away from Safia and Mas Rama."

"But where are you going Shakira?" ask Ms. Astri.

"I don't know Mom. Hicks..hiks...hiks.."

Shakira cried and hugged her mother. Shakira was really confused as to how to forget that incident.

Shakira held her body back and looked at her mother.

"I want a divorce from Mas Rama. I want to get away from the life of Mas Rama and Safia. I want to go all the way and no longer want to see their faces."

"Patience Child, patience. Don't be like this. It's a test for all of us. You have to be patient with it."

From a distance, Safia was still staring at her mother and sister. She felt sad when she saw her brother.

It had been two weeks since the incident, Shakira and Safia both could not forget about it. Especially with Safia. He was the victim of Rama's death.

"Don't worry. Because I'm going to leave this house Ma'am" Safia murmured.

After that Safia stepped inside her room.

Safia threw her body on her bed. And he started thinking.

"Poor Ma'am Shakira. He was just as beaten up as I was. He seems to hate me and Mas Rama. What should I do now. My relationship with Ms. Shakira is no longer as good as it used to be. Should I leave this house. But where am I going."