
"I don't want us to part Zahira!" Radit came out of his sleep.
"As far as Radit is concerned, I'll sue you tomorrow." Zahira passed out of the room, it felt like any room was uncomfortable he lived in. That night Zahira came out with a small bag on her shoulder, this time she was driving herself.
"Zahira where are you going? Please come back it's still night!" Radit's after Zahira.
But the young woman silently did not answer, she got into the car and came out leaving Radit who was still wearing shorts without clothes.
Radit goes in and grabs the shirt and car keys, he will follow and follow wherever Zahira goes, really he does not want to lose Zahira again.
Almost an hour the car Zahira was riding did not stop, either going where the girl went at a late time like this. Until finally stopped in a large apartment, his car entered in the car following Radit. And unexpectedly Radit's car was not allowed in, the security guard asked him to leave.
"But that's my wife sir!" Radit doesn't want to just follow.
"If it's your wife, why don't you get in with one car?" The officer looked suspiciously.
Radit was desperate and could only see his wife inside the apartment.
"Hay baby!" The handsome and neat man greeted Zahira.
"Thank you for the help Om." said Zahira politely.
"Whatever you want." replied the man again, with a fluffy smile.
"Where can I rest." asked Zahira after being in the elevator.
"On the Fifteenth floor, you can rest in peace here" he said.
"Thank you." said Zahira receiving the card.
"Good break." the man left Zahira after arriving at the door and Zahira managed to open it.
"Of!" Zahira made the man who was a little far away stop stepping.
The man looked.
"Where's the address of the woman?" ask Zahira again.
"Tomorrow you'll be there after your dossier goes to court, I'm preparing everything. Did you bring what I asked for?" ask Ricky a little closer.
"There" replied Zahira confidently.
"Good." he said smiling.
*
That morning, Zahira was preparing to go to the religious court according to Ricky's direction, of course the man will be faithful to accompany Zahira.
"You sure you won't regret suing your husband?" ask Ricky before entering the religious court office.
"I'm sure." replied Zahira quietly.
"Once again Zahira, won't you regret parting with your husband?" Ricky said firmly this time, he did not want to regret later, although he supported Zahira's separation of course according to Anggara's request he would not do anything that would hurt Zahira.
"I won't regret, and be ready under any circumstances" he replied confidently.
"Alright, we'll go in and take care of everything." there's no doubt, Anggara's lawyer and assistant stepped in for sure.
"Mama!" call her Ayu, the forties woman is sitting in the living room.
"Yes" he replied quietly, the woman already knew Radit would look for her.
"Mama help me, I don't want to lose Zahira." she asked on her knees and held onto Ayu's two hands.
Ayu was silent while looking at the face of the son only wayangnya, a handsome face that is usually full of charisma is now thin and pale. He really could not bear to see the suffering of his son, but he also could not do anything, as Zahira said 'if mama became me'.
"What should you do, baby, you don't know?" say Ayu then.
"Zahira is going to sue for my divorce Ma, I don't want to lose my wife, Mama's son too" she said.
"So you're getting divorced?" david suddenly came out of his room.
"Papa, help me!" he said he begged both of them.
David remained motionless, the man seemed speechless, his face tense and confused.
"David!" call Ayu to her husband.
"That means we're going to lose a child?" he said he was still thinking far away.
"David's not sure yet, calm yourself down." Ayu moved up and immediately took her husband to sit down.
Radit looked at David's still stiffening face, for some reason he was worried that David was not doing well.
"I want to talk to Zahira, where my daughter is" she said sadly.
"Is Papa sick?" ask Radit.
"Since Zahira disappeared two days ago, Papa looked for her until she was tired and yesterday she was sick" explained Ayu.
Radit looked down, he was guilty, really feeling guilty. His family is ruined, his marriage is going to be ruined, everything is falling apart, it's all because of Radit.
"I'll bring Zahira here." he said limp, Radit got up from his seat and immediately looked for Zahira.
"Wait!" Ayu stopped Radit's steps.
"Yes!" Radit.
"Tell him, Papa is sick and wants to meet" said Ayu expectantly, he did not know where to call even where his phone was never active.
"Yes." Yeah." Radit stepped out.
Zahira did not want to see him again, plus because last night Zahira left the house and hid in the big apartment. Radit took a deep breath, really desperate for this situation, not to mention last night he said he would sue for divorce. Waitaminute! to claim divorce is to go to a religious court.
Radit changes course, he rushes to the nearest religious court and hopes to find Zahira, will definitely find her.
At 9:40, Zahira had just finished filing a lawsuit and answered many questions from the officer, many things he had to answer, and finally the first hearing was decided next Sunday, monday is a few days away.
"Are you okay, Zahira?" ricky asked, seeing that beautiful face looked down and sad.
"I just didn't expect that such a happy marriage would end in this court, never thought I would ask for separation from my beloved husband, the husband who is the focus of life and the only person I have in this world." Zahira cried bitterly, her face pale and sad. "Now I'm alone Om, I have no one. My husband, Papa, Mama, I lost them all." Zahira cried and this time she sat face-covering with both hands.
Ricky looked at her with pity, really he could not imagine how sad the girl was, just right Anggara said he was suffering so much. Living without parents, and having to divorce at a very young age. Friends don't have, especially family. Ricky was fixated on staring at the girl crying bitterly, wanting to take the girl away from this country so as not to suffer anymore. Ah Ricky's mind so all sorts of seeing the Anggara girl, Ricky patted his own forehead.