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Rahma shook her head strongly to immediately dismiss the accusation, “Not .. You are wrong, Brother. I won't give myself up with him even if I have to live longlunta.”

Rahma is determined to raise her own child. Luck that often does not side with him, makes the woman is getting stronger and accustomed to living all kinds of bitterness of life.

‘I'm not the spoiled Rahma anymore like I used to be. Rahma is a different Rahma. You are strong, Rahma. You can!’

“Tega, you left our two children just for the sake of that bastard?” Rio asked later.

“I have no choice,” lirih Rahma with a throat that is almost choked, “Sorry, I can't be a good wife for you yet, Sister. But you should know, just what I'm doing for you. Let me bear this sin myself later.”

Rahma stood up and took out some of the souvenirs she brought from Indo. “This is a meal from Mom, whether this is additional clothes so you can change. Yesterday just brought a little shirt, right?”

Rio did not answer.

After that, Rahma sat down next to Rio again to say some things that the man should know about her and why she is like this now.

“I really understand how you feel..” said Rahma with piercing eyes, “but it would be nice if you would like to hear my explanation. I also have the right to defend myself, if I am not what you think.”.

Rio smiled wryly, “Whatever the reason, you can't do it, Rahma. Other than this hurting me, us, do you not know this act is a great sin? I thought you were a woman who understood religion. I never thought you were this low.”

“You think I'm happy to do it? Not mauki like that,” sela Rahma immediately, “no woman is happy and haha hihi after she gave her family a living with illegal money,” she said in a pressure-filled voice. Pause for a moment, Rahma again continued, “Lantas all this time, you think with what I buy the needs of our family? Paying our baby sitter? Begging on the streets?”

“Included for me too?” rio's question made Rahma's emotions even more ignited.

“Then where can I get that kind of money, brother? Let's think again—if one control only I can spend millions, then what about drugs and others?” said Rahma with chest up and down, “therapy, buying crutches, buying a wheelchair and still many that I can't mention one by one. Are you no longer able to read every receipt that comes out of the cash register? Do I need to show you everything?”

“You should just let me die, rather than you feeding or financing me with illegal money!” annoyed Rio finally rose up in the rest of his energy. “Not that I'm not good at thanking you, but it's appropriate if all this time I haven't healed—because the money you use is illegal money, Rahma.”

Rahma is sobbing.

“Why haven't you changed in the past?” rio asked with glittering eyes, “you always—saja acted foolishly that ended up harming yourself. Have you learned nothing from your previous marriage?”

“Sorry, Sister... sorry..” said Rahma is now aware of all her folly. “I'm ready to take responsibility for everything I do. It doesn't matter if you say the same father, same mother, what really happened the same I.”

“You think I don't have any more shame by stripping my wife in front of her parents?” Rio stared intently at his wife who was still crying bitterly, “asal you know, I am not a man that bad.” I heard a rough breath from this man. “I am amazed by the shortness of your mind. Not only that, you are also very easy to despair, like what you said just now.”

“I am confused... I am confused how to do? I'm just a woman who is required to be able to do various things, while I myself can't.”

“Say, who is that man, will I take you to his house?!” rio threatened.

“No, Brother. Please don't do this. I don't want to. You better divorce me than you take me there.”

As Rahma had thought, living with Arkana would only add to her injuries. It was still better if they split up, then he would live a quieter life. Life is better than living with the wrong people.

“Why not? Is he a married man?”

Rahma just shook her head. He promised not to say it to anyone.

“Cih, that much you are the same to the extent that you hide his identity. Wh why? You're afraid I hurt her?” rio asked with a discordant smile, “don't worry, for now my situation is weak, so it won't happen.”

“I don't want him to know, then take his son when he's born. I'm just a mother who doesn't want to lose her children, not just this, but any other. Please respect my decision. Let me determine my own way of life what it will be like.”

“We will part after the child is born,” said Rio finally without a second thought.

Rahma scratched, her tears getting louder, “Iya, it's okay, I know myself enough. I'm a dirty woman who doesn't deserve to be with you. But, if I may ask, let all the children be with me.”

“Yakin?” Rio asked, “with what will you spare him? I'm not willing if you feed it from the results of—”

“Enough!” sela Rahma in between sobs. “I am guilty, but do not need you ugly-mouthing me to the extent,” he said in a harsher tone, “do not imprint a little in your heart all my goodness so far?

“I explained everything. I thought you'd understand how I'd been feeling all along and how your parents had behaved with me before.

"If I were selfish, I would have left you a long time ago. But the proof, I always go home, fully accept your circumstances and take care of you tirelessly.”

“Try you think also how I feel, Rah?” rio said as he cried bitterly.

Rahma nodded, “Iya, I get it, I get it. If you tell me so, then you should too, think about how I feel.” The woman stood up from where she sat, “Alright, it seems I can't stay here for long, because you must hate to see me.”

“Where are you going, you?” ask Rio. In his little heart, he felt a huge longing, but his tongue was too faint to reveal it.

“I stayed a day at the Hotel,” replied Rahma while lifting her bag to her shoulder, “tomorrow I return here if I want to go home to Indo,” she reached out her hand to beg herself, “aku said goodbye, yes, Sister...”.

But instead of accepting, Rio actually pulled his hand until he fell in the arms of the man. Under his body, Rahma felt the tremors of a helpless man's cry, “I'm sorry your husband, Rahma.. forgive your husband,” felt a gentle swipe landed on his back, “I'm the cause of it all. If I wasn't sick, we'd be fine by now.”

“Already, Sis... most importantly now, you quickly recover so you can quickly go home for family,” said Rahma sounded stronger than before, “all waiting for you.”

The two held out hugs and stared at each other.

“You are beautiful ..” praise Rio a moment later, making Rahma instantly hit her chest and throbbed annoyed. Could it be that under these circumstances her husband praised her so?!

“Not funny!”

Rio smiling, “I miss u.”

Finally Rahma smiled. It felt like for a long time she had never heard longing words from her husband's lips again.

“Sorry...” Rio's eyeballs started to soften, thus with his voice. “You can hit me.”

“I'll hit you when it's healed, this time exception.”

“Sleep here, let Hans sleep at Hotel.”

Rahma looked at her husband in disbelief. Is it that easy for Rio to forgive her?

“Are you serious, Brother?”

“Do you think?” Rio showed his sincerity by kissing his wife's forehead.

Rahma smiled happily. She hugged her husband's body again while shedding tears. “What does that mean that you want to accept and love this child like your son too, Brother?”

“Your son is my son too, isn't he?”

“Thank you, Brother. Thank you for giving me the chance. I promise I will never repeat my mistake again. I'll find a halal job.”

One night, Rahma stayed there. The relationship between the two warmed up until later, Rahma returned to Indonesia.

But what happens when Rahma reaches her own country?

He's bleeding instead.

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