WHEN THE HEART MUST SHARE

chapter 69

 Anisa did not expect, the incident in the afternoon was very imprinted in Yahya's heart. The man continued to be moody.

Instead of apologizing after what he explained, he was even more incited by his aunt's venomous mouth.

"Their path! I have no respect for you as a man. Why can't you just wait a little, wait for the cake until you're really divorced.." he deliberately grumbled in front of his bangs.

Yahya's hands clenched hearing it. In addition to his heart that had been burned with jealousy, in addition to the words of his aunt made him lose all his policies.

Although not saying a word from the mouth of Yahya, but Rosmah knew, her heart was burned with deep hatred.

"You must act! Don't let your pride get trampled on by them" he said again.

Yahya's jaw is getting hard.

He was still sitting on the edge of the bed in the room he occupied. Indeed, since there were frequent misunderstandings among them, he rarely had a room with his wife. Although sometimes it must be one room even because of the forcing circumstances such as when Anisa has just given birth, Yahya joined in staying up to look after her child. But she slept in the long chair available in Anisa's room.

"You are guilty of this, you are forcing me to be like this..

And you're Mr. Aby, so proud you want to show me that Anisa prefers you." he said grumpily.

Yahya's eyes were reddened.

Anisa herself was uncomfortable with the situation,. But he still silenced it.

The next morning, he also went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast as usual.

But he was a little surprised because Rosmah was not yet seen. Until he finished cooking, Rosma was not yet drunk as well as chalky.

" Where is Bi Rosma? Usually he has appeared while denouncing my cooking, less is this, less is that. ah, I should be prepared to bathe Liza only... Today is the last trial and hopefully everything goes well." he murmured.

"Sir Yahya, breakfast first, the heart may be angry but the stomach must remain filled." he tried to be wise, even though they would be separated, Anisa wanted to leave a good impression between them.

"Already, Nis. Don't play with my emotions like this. I'd rather you ignore me, than like this.

You're paying attention to me, but we're almost separated. It made my heart feel torn to shreds...!" yahya said with a loud tone. Anisa did not understand why Yahya was angry, but she spoke well.

"I'm just doing what I think is good, but if you feel uncomfortable, I'm sorry."

Anisa is still trying to give up even though she is actually in the corner.

Anisa left Yahya who looked at her with a gaze she could hardly understand.

After that she rushed to the room to take her son.

Unbeknownst to Anisa, Yahya secretly follows her.

"Lho, what's up? Why did Brother Yahya follow me? " ask Anisa in your heart.

The morning is still faithful to the fog and cold that feels biting on the skin, making people reluctant to go out of the room.

So that no one was interested in the tension that occurred in Anisa's room.

Yahya was silent. It made Anisa feel worried.

Slowly Yahya approached him.

At that time Khaliza was awake and began to whine.

"Sister, Liza is crying, she's hungry." said Anisa nervously as she pointed at her son.

Yahya doesn't care

He's getting closer.

Now their distance is only a few inches away.

"I love Khaliza as much as you do. He also would not be okay just because of whining like that" he said with a cold look.

anisa's feeling is getting bad.

Yahya is picking it up. There is no more room between them.

Slowly Yahya's hand went up. Anisa followed the hand movements with an anxious heart.

"Istighfar, sis..!" yelled Anisa while pushing that huge body.

Yahya is no longer affected by any persuasion.

It's getting brutal.

Anisa was suffocated when Yahya forced her hijab to fall off. Now her long hair is beautiful. This made Yahya forget himself even more.

"I know what I'm doing is wrong, but I can't tell the difference between right and wrong, the distance is too thin.. I don't want to hurt myself either.." as he said Yahya pulled Anisa's nape. He forced himself to kiss her. His gaze made as if he wanted to swallow Anisa right then and there. With breath and tears filled Anisa tried to fight. But what is its power before the great body of Yahya.

The cry of Khaliza was not able to resuscitate Yahya.

Before his hand went further. Anisa slapped Yahya's face with all her might. Until the man held her heated cheek.

"This? Is this the work of a moral man who has the title ustad?"

Yahya is still silent.

"Even you have no shame in your own child....!" said Anisa while wearing a hijab with origin.

Rosmah appeared at the door.

He had seen Anisa who did not wear her hijab and Yahya who looked messy. A little bit of his brain felt what had happened.

A cynical smile was engraved at the corner of his lips.

Anisa brought her son out of the room with a red face due to emotions. Even he did not greet Rosmah who was standing at the door.

Meanwhile, Rosmah immediately rushed over to the downcast Yahya.

I don't know what that woman whispered. Yahya looked up as Rosmah held onto his shoulder. "You got it?" Yahya nodded faintly.

Anisa hugged Al and Khaliza tightly.

Al who did not understand what was happening just fell silent staring at his mother.

"Why did all this have to happen...? why is he capable of doing this to me.." he was intrigued.

After feeling a little calm, he told Al to pack some clothes and school needs.

"Where are we going, Bund?"

"For a while, Al stayed at dad's, Yeah..! Let's have a dad who won't go to school."

Al nodded obediently.

Once ready with the big bag. He took Al away.

"Where are you going?" Rosmah who saw him immediately reprimanded.

"Anisa, where are you taking Khaliza?" reiterate Rosmah again.

He stopped Anisa's steps.

"Don't stop me Bi.. " Anisa keeps passing Rosmah.

"I don't feel like a human being here, but an animal." Anisa said.

"What do you mean?"

Anisa did not answer.

"You don't have to leave here. This is your house..!" Yahya was standing in the middle of the door.

"I can't be at home with people who don't respect me" he said indifferently.

Not expected by Anisa. Rosmah took Khaliza from her arms.

"If you want to go. Just go .. But leave Khaliza.!" said firmly.

"No way, she's my daughter. Aunty can't separate us." challenged Anisa.

"Then stay quiet here!"

"I can't stay here either."

Anisa is trying to keep her child.

Yahya who watched the scene was silent.

"Take off Khaliza, let her be with her grandmother and her real father. If you want to go, just go there to your ex-husband "said Rosmah while calming Khaliza who has been successfully captured.

"Well, get me that milk.!"

Like a fool, Yahya took milk from the bag Anisa had packed.

"Give me my son, Bi. Give Khaliza to me. She's a kid, she still needs me."

Some neighbors started to crowd around watching the commotion. There are those who defend Anisa, some who sneer at her.

Rosmah invited Khaliza in, because Yahya did not come in. He returned and pulled Yahya's hand to follow him.

Yahya who walked with a cane, almost fell because he turned towards Anisa.

The door was closed roughly from the inside.

"Yes Allah... Why do they have so much heart for a child as small as Khaliza, open the door of their hearts, return my son to me, O Allah.." cried Anisa.

Today is his last trial. He will go to court with or without his daughter in his hands.

Anisa wants to take Khaliza at all costs.

If necessary through the legal path he will take.

Anisa left her house of memories from childhood. He did not understand why Rosmah did not realize that the house he was in was now his house, even viciously he closed the door for himself as the owner of the house.

"Anisa, Al? What the hell are you guys here in the morning?" hello Aby surprised. He was more surprised when he saw the eyes of Anisa.

"Where is Liza?" Aby dyed not to find the baby in Anisa's sling.

"Nisa, let's tell you. What's up?"

His tears spilled again as he had to tell Aby about the incident this morning.

Anger was seen from Aby's eyes.

"I didn't think Yahya was that bad...?"

Aby grabbed the hand of the woman who was being shaken by the cry.

"Patience, God will give you the best path. By experiencing things like you said earlier, it makes you not hesitate and feel guilty to have decided to divorce from him. Maybe this is God's way of pointing out who they really are."

Aby looked at the pity of the woman who always filled her heart.

"You don't worry, Khaliza will get back in your arms." We'll fight her together." she said. Anisa looked at Aby. There was a wind of hope blowing amidst his despair.