Don't Call My Son the Haram Child
Divorce and Application Session

After the administration and mediation. 

Zakira and Rafli are at trial in the religious court to hear their divorce verdict hearing.

"Following up the divorce lawsuit filed by Rafli's brother, to Zakira's brother on the grounds of divorce suit as follows," the judge said.

"Brother Rafli is suing his wife for fear that if their marriage continues they will have a defective offspring, due to an illness suffered by one of them. This is evident from the birth of their second child who suffered from thalassemia. With this the court ruled, that Rafli's brother's divorce suit against Zakira was granted."

Tok to tok. The judge's hammer beat the knot of their marriage.

Clear thread dripped on Zakira's cheeks and Rafli's too. Now they officially hold the status of widows and widows.

Zakira steadfastly wiped her tears while holding her three-month-old baby.

The same thing happened to Rafli. Neatly kept her head down hiding her sadness.

Zakira walked out of the trial room while leading Aufar's hand and carrying Akbar the second son.

It's been 3 months that he and Rafli haven't stayed home. Even so, every month Rafli gives a living for his son and wife.

Arriving at the building's lobby, Zakira ordered an online taxi to drive her home.

Rafli exits while pushing Rita's wheelchair.

Rafli stared sadly and returned to shed tears to see a wife who had to take care of her two children without the figure of a husband's companion. However, it is okay for the two of them to agree to separate.

"Zakira, let me drive you home" Rafli asked.

"Not for mas. I can go home by myself." 

Zakira pulls Aufar's hand away from Rafli.

"Let's just wait for the cab in front."

"Yes Mother" replied Aufar.

Zakira walked towards the sidewalk in front of the religious court while waiting for their taxi to be picked up.

In front of the court there was a school. It coincides with the time of school for elementary school children.

'Mommy's a school?"

"Yes dear."

"Mother, Aufar wants to go to school, okay?" ask Aufar.

"Aufar wants to go to school? But not old enough, son."

"But Aufar can read mother."

"State Elementary School 53, you can read the writing in front of it," pointed Aufar.

"Yes Well, Aufar is already good at reading, counting and writing, if I go to school. Poor he might get bored at home because there are no friends."

"Yes, it's the new school year. Aufar Bunda enroll in school."

"Why not now Mother, the new school year is still long."

"Can't kid, it's a procedure like that."

"Well, though Aufar already wants to go to school Mother." Aufar's face looked gloomy.

"Yes Dear. Tomorrow we try to register at school first. Who knows."

"Horay! Aufar school!" shout Aufar.

Zakira smiled at the sight of her son.

A taxi approached them. They got in that car.

Rafki's car followed the taxi.

'Rafli, why the hell do you still care about that woman" protested Ms. Rita.

"Care dong Bu. Zakira, after all, is the mother of my children."

"Ah Rafli, don't think about them. Zakira has a lot of money."

Money can't replace Mom's husband and father.

"It's just your feeling you're calm, I've got a wife who's prettier and younger than Zakira for you. Maybe at first you'll have a hard time forgetting Zakira and your son, but after you get married and have another daughter, I'm sure you'll easily forget her."

Rafli can only swerve towards Rita's bu.

The taxi car carrying Zakira stopped at a supermarket.

Zakira took advantage of the time when out of the house to all shop for her needs. Zakira is unemployed but he has a lot of money at the ATM because every month the money continues to grow with the same nominal.

Because Zakira stopped at the supermarket Rafli drove to the house of his parents without waiting for the taxi.

After shopping, they went back to Zakira's contract. Zakira came down and held her two children.

The taxi driver got off to help get Zakira's belongings out.

A neighbor noticed Zakira and her walking belongings.

"Eh look at that Zakira. He does not work, but the money is a lot, just look at the shopping. Milk is expensive. So rich."

"Maybe from her ex-husband."

"His ex-husband was just a soldier. Just look at all the kids' clothes. I'm not sure Zakira is a good woman. She must have had a mistress, if not why did she and her husband separate. Her husband is handsome, cool body straight that way."

"I don't know." They left Zakira and returned to their homes.

So many Zakira groceries at that time, to the envy of his neighbors.

Zakira's current home is just a simple rented house.  Although he could actually contract a more luxurious house from his current home. It's just that Zakira does not want to waste, he must be able to save the money, because now Zakira depends on the money given. Zakira could not leave the sickly Akbar.

***

Because Rafli is officially divorced from Zakira, Rita intends to propose to Denisha. Women who are crazy about Rafli. And for the sake of obeying his mother's request, Rafli complies.

That day they went to Danisha's house.

Before coming to Rafli's house, Rita called Denisha.

"Denisha, aunt and Rafli want to go to your house. Want to propose to you."

"Well, that's right, Auntie. How sudden. I'm not home anymore." 

"But your parents are there, right?"

"There's Aunt. Mommy I have."

"Okay Aunty just go there."

'Duh pleased. Rafli and I can finally be together. After three years of waiting for her, Denisha's inner.

"Yes aunt, I'm going straight home."

Rafli's car enters Denisha's yard.

The three of them got out of the car. Rafli takes out a wheelchair for Rita's mom.

Arriving in front of the house, a domestic assistant Denisha welcomed their arrival because it had been on the phone by Denisha.

"You want to find Sintya's mom?" ask the house assistant.

"Yes, Mom." 

"Oh yes, please come in first."

"They go in and sit on the couch."

"Who's Nem?" ask Ms. Sintya.

"There's Rita Bu."

"Oh yes."

Ms. Sintya headed for the living room.

"Eh there's Rita's mom. Mom's leg why Mom?" asked Sintya when she saw Rita sitting in a wheelchair.

"Mum accident, a few months ago."

"Oh so yeah."

Ms. Rita and Ms. Sintya chatted for a while before stating the intention of her arrival. Miss Rita and Miss Sintya are old friends. They even went to the same school when they were in high school.

"Look Mom, I came here to propose to Denisha" said Rita confidently.

"Huh proposed to Denisha?!" Ms. Sintya was shocked.

"Yes Mom. I told Denisha. And Denisha agrees."

"But I disagree! How can you propose to Denisha for Rafli? Rafli's got a son and a wife."

"But Ma'am, Raffi is now divorced from his wife. And Rafli's two children were all raised by his mother."

Miss Sintia smiled cynically.

"I'm sorry ma'am, it's not like I insulted Rafli. Rafli was just a civil servant huh. Having two children, whether Rafli can make Denisha happy, Denisha cosmetics and care is not enough with Rafli's salary. Meanwhile, he also had to support his two children. I also heard that the second son of Rafli was suffering from thalassemia. I also do not want my grandchildren to catch the disease," said Ms. Sintya sharply.

Rita's eyeballs suddenly widened to hear the condescending words coming out of Syntia's mouth.