Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

150. Can't have children

"Radit what are you doing?" the peaceful gentle voice greeted.

Radit turned his head, but then turned his gaze in the other direction, slightly wiping his narrowed eyes had gotten wet.

"Radit still loves Zahira?" nurul asked slowly, he kept getting closer.

"Of course, Umi, I'd love to take it back. And-" Radit looked like he had found something precious on Nurul's face.

"Ade ape?" ask Nurul wonder.

"Enjoy! Zahira was suing for my divorce at the time, I insisted on not wanting to. And at the third hearing the verdict was delayed." Radit paused his words.

Nurul is still seen listening, now the petite woman is sitting on the edge of a small garden.

"And on that day Zahira had an accident. But I still doubt the divorce deed that Zahira Umi's husband has, even though Zahira says if the divorce is he who wants it, but this heart does not feel welcome" said Radit sad.

"Umi does not know the process like mane, but according to Umi, bile women sued divorce husband with reasons that are in accordance with the demands, then the court has the right to grant."

"But I never agreed to Umi!"

"Although Radit disagrees, suke or not suke, bile reasons are right then the court will still decide, the women have the right to file a divorce lawsuit."

"But he had disappeared Umi, even we all considered him dead." Radit still doesn't understand.

"Three months in a row you don't give a living in inner birth to your wife, so fall talak Satu. But bile thou wilt give a living, then thou art still husband and wife."

"I don't know if he's still alive Umi?"

"Article, can Radit tanye the scholars who are ripe. But according to Umi, from the trial and separation of more than three months, bile reunited can be together, but must be returned. Because Zahira had given a brush to Lawyers, and it was officially a die request for divorce. They did not deceive, but did the duty Zahira asked for. Assuming it's impossible to make a wrong decision, it's obvious that they love each other."

"Eye!" Radit stared dejectedly, eager for him to hear if Zahira's divorce was invalid.

"Umi hasn't heard about the divorce with Zahira, but Umi is sure that Umi's daughter won't break the rules, but she'll change the rules of religion." pat Radit on the shoulder and smile a little.

Nurul knows if what he said hurt Raditya, but he can't lie and make Radit go wrong.

Radit sat leaning against the fruitless mango tree, staring at the overcast sky. Wailing may be with life that feels unfair, must be disappointed and disappointed again. And of course what makes him very disappointed is the loss of Zahira.

The sky is getting darker, Radit is sad but Zahira is happy. The cloudy cloud that had enveloped him since earlier drew his heart that was also dark, misty.

"If you love someone let him go, if he comes back then he's yours. But if he doesn't come back then know that he's not yours." Nurul remembered the words he had read.

"I was letting her go Umi, but will she come back?" his narrowed eyes were wet again, only to be invisible due to the blocked lighting of the mango tree.

"Don't hope for humanity, but hope for the Almighty Kuase. Pray that God will bring you together again." Nurul does not want to make Radit desperate.

"Where might the old jackfruit let go of Zahira Umi, she was too precious for him." Radit smiled bitterly.

Nurul smiled widely, as if he found the answer to Radit's turmoil. "But die dah tue!" nurul answered raising his voice.

"Then, spend some time improving yourself. Continue your education and learn many things, Radit is a director, right? Mestilah clever. If you want to isolate Anggara, Radit must be better than the die people, or at least have nothing in common, both education, and power. Radit must be better, because age still mude ."

Radit was like recording Nurul's words, it's true that at this time Radit is nothing. Of course Zahira will not choose a man who is selfish, unstable, and very far from the word adult.

"That's right, dear." Ayu approached them both. Apparently he had been there since, listening to the serious talk of Nurul and Radit.

"I'm thinking about it Mama" replied Radit.

Ayu smiled at Nurul, the woman is always reliable.

"Sokay, Nurul wants to see the sick child" Nurul said again.

"May I know what your brother is sick of?" Ayu sat down beside Nurul.

"He was injured at ************* that requires operation. She can't have children." Nurul replied softly.

For some reason Nurul's words made Radit turn his head, his heart as if it was being preyed on by the last remark.'Can't have children?' repeat it in the heart.

"He's a man?" Ayu was curious, until she frowned.

"Iye, his wife has left since receiving the results of the examination." explained Nurul again, he looked sad.

"Then we should take a break, I'll take Umi tomorrow morning." Radit went first, leaving two women who were still late in their conversation.

'Can't have children?'

Again, the sentence disturbed Radit's mind, so on the soft bed he changed his position many times. The anxiety about Zahira was never finished, now there are even things that make him restless half to death. I don't know why the shadow is real.

"What if it's right?" Radit stood up, walking towards the balcony of his room, staring up there with an increasingly chaotic feeling. The sky is still dark, although the rain is not sure yet.

A farewell that he did not want, but made him unable to go along with Zahira again. Lost in the moment when love is so great, dashed in the moment when hope blossoms beautifully.

Do you know what it feels like to be hurt? People who are never hurt are not the happiest people in the world. It is possible that happiness comes after all these wounds have healed all, and only time can cure it.

Maybe true, if the current can be done is resigned. Let God alone decide the end of this not-so-beautiful story.

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The fine drizzle moistened the morning air, welcoming with a joyful light even though the Surya was still covered in his face.

Remembering last night there was Zahira, the image of this special woman can never be forgotten, morning, day, night and at all times she was always there.

"I think I should check on my health too." Radit muttered to himself, he was wearing a dark blue shirt, preparing to deliver Nurul to a Jakarta hospital.

Take a few breaths, prepare for the worst. Believe that God will always be with people who want to improve themselves. "Like me!" Radit tried to strengthen the heart.