Caught in the Love of the Past
Chapter 63

"Where are you going, Fitri?" ask Dimas.

Somehow Dimas could know the whereabouts of Fitri at this time, when he wanted to escape at that time he did not find a taxi or motorcycle taxi online.

"Bang, please leave me, go away from my life" isak Fitri pleaded with Dimas.

"I'll never leave you, Fit," Dimas said.

He tries to catch Fitri who keeps trying to avoid Dimas.

"Conscious, Bang. You've hurt me, I can't possibly go back to living with you" Fitri said of the pain her husband had inflicted.

Fitri continued to walk down the street avoiding Dimas, she was afraid that her husband would continue to chase after her, until finally a car stopped beside Fitri.

"Fit, let's get on the guy in the car.

Fitri rushed into the car, finally he was able to escape from Dimas, lucky Dimas was still far behind.

"Damn it, who took my wife to escape?" umpat Dimas is upset.

"Is that Reyhan, her ex-boyfriend?" muttered Dimas guessed who had taken Fitri away from him.

"Thank God, you came early. I didn't expect Bang Riyan's house to be closed, it seemed like he was still busy, yes" Fitri said after he was in the car with Reyhan.

"Yes, I remember Bang Riyan had a job in his office, I was also afraid of you going to Kak Dina's house, because Bang Riyan had told me the reason he took you to his house" Reyhan said.

"Rey," said Fitri as she remembered something.

"Mhm," Reyhan murmured.

"Where is rasya?" ask Fitri.

"Rasya was taken by Dina's sister, probably to her house" Reyhan replied.

"We went straight to Dina's sister's house, yes," Fitri told Reyhan.

"Yes" said Reyhan.

Reyhan started driving his car to Dina's house.

Now the ex-lover drove Fitri to the brother's house to pick up his daughter.

Not long after they arrived at the house. There you can see Rasya sitting on the porch of the house still in a state of gloom.

"Rasya," called Fitri when she had entered the yard of Dina's house.

"Mother!" yell Rasya.

The little girl immediately ran after her mother, she hugged the body of the woman who had given birth to her.

Rasya began to cry in the arms of the Mother.

"Mother I'm afraid" Rasya cried.

"You calm down, yeah. Mother is okay," said Fitri.

It was not long before Riyan came with his wife.

Fitri had already told Riyan that she was on the road to Dina's house.

After finishing all his business at the office, Riyan immediately picked up the wife at the venue, after which he drove his car to the house of the brother.

Riyan did not want Fitri to be at Dina's house for a long time, she was worried that her brother-in-law would do something to her sister.

"Thank you, Rey. I'm sorry, we've been troubling you," said Riyan as they were about to part ways.

They returned to Riyan's house, once at Rian Fitri's house, directly into the room that had been provided for him.

The shadow of Dimas' actions on him this afternoon filled his mind again.

She was crying in the pain of the wound that her husband cut.

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At home, Ms. Fatimah looked dreamy on the porch behind her house, she was thinking about her son.

"Dimas, where are you going, son? Did you steal mom's bracelet?" lirih Bu Fatimah's.

The middle-aged woman felt devastated by the loss of her stash which she had painstakingly saved with the results of her sweat all this time.

When he needed the bracelet, it just disappeared along with the departure of the son from the house.

For days Dimas did not go home to his parents, it made Ms. Fatimah sure that Dimas was the one who had taken her gold bracelet.

"Where are you now, Dimas? Don't you remember your old mother?" mummified Bu Fatimah.

The middle-aged woman lamented the fate that had befallen her, in her difficult life, the husband was busy with his own pleasures no matter their needs.

Coupled with the attitude and behavior of his son who has tarnished the family's good name, now his son does not know where his whereabouts by carrying his savings.

Fatimah began to cry, she felt unable to live life like this anymore. He felt tired of having tough days with a man who had absolutely no idea of his responsibilities.

Ms. Fatimah no longer has the spirit to live life, she began to despair with what was destined in her life.

"Oh my God, I feel the harder this journey of life is for me to take." Clear circles continue to wet the cheeks that gradually wrinkled.

"Mom, aren't you cooking?" asked Mr. Arif suddenly came to the wife.

Ms. Fatimah just kept quiet, she did not touch the husband's words in the least.

He ignored the anger of Mr. Arif who was hungry because it was noon.

"You really are a useless wife, yes. These few days cook only the sambel terasi and salted fish. Well now you're not cooking at all" snapped Mr. Arif upset.

Ms. Fatimah still did not respond to what the husband said, she chose to speak a thousand languages rather than quarrel with the husband who would never produce anything.

Today Ms. Fatimah was not at all excited to do anything, she did not intend to cook at all even she was reluctant to cook rice.

He thought, There is no point in taking care of a person who does not know himself. It was better for him to shut up, and ignore the old man Bangka who was never self-conscious about his age.

The old man only knew sitting in the shop and drinking coffee in the stall, coming home from the food stall and watching TV, if bored at home he returned to the stall.

That is how he does day by day without thinking of making money for their lives.

"Hey, Fatima!" snapped Mr. Arif was upset to see his wife who was just silent.

Fatimah looked at her husband with a sharp look.

"You didn't hear what I said!" snapped Mr. Arif.

Ms. Fatmah was still silent, she turned her face away from Mr. Arif.

Mr. Arif was increasingly upset by the attitude of his wife who did not care about him at all.

"Fatimah!" snapped Mr. Arif again.

Ms. Fatimah was still silent, this time Ms. Fatimah was really fed up with her husband's behavior.

So upset, Mr. Arif also pushed the body of Ms. Fatimah to fall to the ground.

Without realizing Mr. Arif the head of the wife hit a stone.

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