The Heart You Sick

Dropping Talc

Four days had Fatimah get treatment in one of the hospitals in the city of P, now he was allowed to go home. Because his condition has completely recovered.

Albert had tidied up all Fatimah's belongings, they were already sitting in Albert's car.

They were sitting together on the passenger bench, because there was a driver who was ready to drive a luxury car owned by Albert.

Albert looked so happy to be sitting that close to Fatimah, while Fatimah looked so awkward.

Actually Aksa was eager to pick up his daughter, but because Cristhina could not handle the company managed by Fatimah, Aksa was forced to intervene.

Aksa who was not happy also asked Albert to pick up the return of Fatimah, lucky Albert always felt happy if there was something related to Fatimah.

Fatimah was seen squeezing her hands in turn, she seemed to want to say something.

But his lips felt so faint to speak, Albert who realized the turmoil in Fatimah's heart immediately opened his voice.

"Arra, if there's something you want to say then say it. Don't just hide it" said Albert.

Fatimah dared to look at Albert, then she bowed her head again.

"Can I see you, Mas Rudi?" ask Fatimah.

Albert looks so shocked by what was said by Fatimah, but he realized that Rudi is still her husband.

"For what?" ask Albert flat.

"There's something I want to talk to him about" Fatimah said.

"To the police station, sir!" albert said full of tone of command.

"Ready, Mister," replied the driver.

Fatimah had a glance at Albert, she saw Albert's face that looked flat. But still want to obey his wishes.

"Thank you, Al." Albert was seen glancing at Fatimah, then refocused on the street.

"Yes" he answered briefly.

Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the police station. Fatimah slowly looked down and Albert came down and followed the steps of the woman he liked.

"Excuse me, Sir. May I meet with Rudi Hartono" Fatimah asked one of the officers there.

The officer looked at Fatimah's face, then turned to Albert.

"Mister," said.

"Can?" ask Albert.

"Can, Mister. Please wait a minute" replied the officer.

Albert was seen leading Fatimah to sit in one of the waiting chairs in the besuk room, Fatimah also said. They sit next to each other.

Shortly after, the officer came to lead Rudi to sit right in front of Fatimah.

Rudi said he was sitting in front of Fatimah. His net could not be separated to see the woman who was still the same status as his wife, the woman he had hurt.

"Ra! Sorry," said Rudi while looking down.

"Arra I'm sorry, Mas how are you?" ask Fatimah.

Fatimah noticed Rudi's appearance, she looked very thin. He had only been there a few days.

"Good brass, Ra. Are you healed?" ask Rudi.

Fatimah was seen nodding her head, Rudi smiled then she grabbed Fatimah's hand resting on the table.

"Ra, I once heard the saying. Loving the greatest is when we are willing to let go of the one we love in search of his happiness."

Rudi was seen sighing long.He was as if he was neutralizing the feeling in his heart, he was looking for a word to be said to his wife.

"Fatimah Azzahra, I am Rudi Hartono divorcing you right now. I'm sorry that all this time it was just a wound that I've always inflicted on your heart, sorry that I could never be a good husband to you." Rudi's lips trembled, her cries breaking.

Fatimah was seen shaking her head, she also cried hearing the words from Rudi.

"Mas-"

Fatimah looked like she wanted to raise her protest, but Rudi immediately raised her hand to indicate that Fatimah should not speak.

"Find the happiness you never get from me, today you officially become my servant. May I hug you one last time?" ask Rudi.

Fatimah immediately nodded her head, she could not say the word 'iya' as her tears continued to flow profusely.

Rudi immediately woke up and spread out his hands, Fatimah immediately approached Rudi and poured into the arms of the man who had just divorced her.

Albert was only speechless at the sight before his eyes, they hugged in tears.

Before long Fatimah was seen breaking her embrace, she stood on her tiptoes and kissed Rudi's lips affectionately. The salty and sweet taste mixed into one, they kissed in tears.

Albert instantly turned his face away, he knew if it was a farewell kiss. However, his heart still felt very sick to see him.

"Arra also apologized, because during being Mas Rudi's wife, Arra had not had time to be a good wife." Fatimah said after removing her pagutan.

"You've been a good wife, honey. You're the perfect woman, I'm the one who doesn't know. Sorry," said Rudi sincerely.

"Already, Mas. We forget everything that has happened, we begin our lives. Always take care of your health" said Fatimah.

"Yes, Arra. You too" said Rudi.

After saying that, Rudi immediately kissed Fatimah's forehead and passed from there.

He was no longer able to deal with the woman he had hurt, he was truly feeling contempt at the moment.

He wanted to leave immediately, Rudi turned his body and smiled at Albert while nodding his head.

Albert seemed to understand the message from Rudi, he immediately nodded his head with a smile.

"We go home" Fatimah asked.

Fatimah immediately stepped out of the police station, Albert immediately followed Fatimah from behind.

Arriving in front of the police station lobby, Fatimah immediately entered the luxury car owned by Albert.

Albert followed, fatimah still seen crying. Every now and then he wipes his tears at the end of the shirt he wears, Albert just shakes his head.

Then he took a tissue and gave it to Fatimah. Albert did not say anything, as if he wanted to give Fatimah time to let out a sense of tightness inside her chest.

He just patted the shoulder of the driver, the driver who understood also immediately drove his car to the capital.

Along the way, Fatimah remained silent. He looked engrossed in his daydreams, the woman who had just become a widow did not say a word.

Albert also fell silent, it felt trying to entertain would not be useful. Because Albert knows, if what Fatimah needs right now is aloof.

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