The Customary Line of Marriage

Request Divorce

Haya's voice seemed to be only up to the esophagus, everything felt heavy to convey, her family's gaze making her squint. Haya again strengthened herself. He was afraid of his family who might be angry.

"What's Haya, say it!" His mother was very impatient.

Instead of speaking up, Haya was silent in a thousand languages, she stared at the vase on the table, her mind drifting back to the past. He sighed, would this decision be good. He continued weighing it, until finally Brother Radit smiled wryly to see the look on Haya's face.

"You don't dare talk Haya?" Ledek.

While Radit's words are enough to arouse the soul of a pregnant woman who is very sensitive, Haya looks at Raji on her second brother Radit.

"I'm about to divorce Daiyan's sister!" In one breath Haya conveyed that with a fixed gaze on Kak Radit.

All who heard Haya's words were immediately stung in shock. Haya turned to look at her parents who looked shocked. Haya breathed her.

"Haya is no longer a match for Brother Daiyan!"

"What do you mean it doesn't fit?" Ask Mr. Ansori.

"Haya wants to work, but Brother Daiyan wants me to be a housewife, and this is no longer discussed! Being a housewife opens up my fashion!" Cerocos Haya made Pak Ansori and Bu Ansor exchange views.

"Why are you talking about this now?" Sela Radit's.

"You must take the orders of her husband Haya!" fraz Tease.

" Lah, brother himself what is appreciated by Brother Mela? fia always obeying sister's orders?" Reply Haya makes Fraz kiku and cornered.

" You don't talk like that Haya!" Reggar Mother.

"Yes Haya just wants a divorce! Mishandle father mother nerima decision Haya," Press Haya.

"Goddess.. Why don't you just obey your husband, you want to have children, then you can focus on taking care of children if you are a housewife!"obviously mother.

" Oh, Haya doesn't like to stay at home, Haya likes the outside world!"

"Haya, can't you give up, lower your ego!" Mr. Ansori said.

" Can't!" Answer Haya saklek.

"That marriage you must be able to lower your ego!" Fraz Clear.

"I'm getting divorced!" Haya said as he got up from his seat and passed away leaving the middle room.

Everything in the room immediately looked at Haya's behavior. Mr. Ansori holding his head felt dizzy at the behavior of his daughter. While Radit immediately threw out his breath and leaned his back on the sofa.

Mr. Ansori did often see the end of this Daiyan came to pick Haya home, but Haya's attitude was always jutek and did not want to return to their home both. However, Mr. Ansori did not think that his daughter even wanted a divorce with her husband.

Though for the sake of Haya's marriage to Daiyan, he had to be willing to throw Raniyah as far as possible, but if their marriage was only for the corn, he felt very disappointed and regretted taking action first.

It feels the burden is increasing, given the impression of the son and daughter who would certainly be branded 'divorce', not a foreign thing the neighbors gossip about the family of Mr. Ansori especially Radit who is known to be a divorcee, and plus Haya currently wants to divorce Daiyan.

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The light blue invitation letter, stored in the work desk, from now on Raniyah looked at the invitation, the beautiful inscription engraved there, the man of her puja will soon bind the sacred promise of marriage, and the, there's a time that counts for another week. Sliced through Raniyah's heart, it felt like she wanted to spill all the flogging flavors.

Anger, disappointment, emotion, wanting to cry filled the recesses of his heart. But who can change taldor, all that is felt will not change the fate that has been imprinted. Raniyah reached out her hand opening the office desk drawer. He put the invitation in and kept it.

"Maybe true, love does not always have to have," murmured Raniyah as she closed her eyelids.

Now, Raniyah was staring at a flat object, she was calling someone, for some reason only this time she contacted the house person. A few seconds later the new phone is connected.

"Hello, who is it?" The voice on the phone sounded loud.

"Raniyah ma'am," Reply Raniyah.

"Raniyah son, how are you son, I miss you son!"

" Well, how's mom?"

"(Sound sobbing across the phone) Well when did you get home?"

"This week Raniyah will be home!" Raniyah.

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