Not Salihah's Wife
My Talaq

“Sah,” said residents who witnessed ijab qabul between Randy and Amara.

Randy's handshake slipped and changed with his hands raised for prayer.

“Amara,” call Randy.

Amara flinched, her gaze blankly forward with puffy eyes. He did not not not know the concept of marriage and the one he was living in now was also not a joke. Her life was not her own responsibility, but there was already a husband.

The SAH word earlier might be so happy when this marriage is done is planned and with the right man not in this way that sounds like the word execution. Randy is just as sad and disappointed as Amara. He felt betrayed to his future wife also felt guilty to Amara.

Mr. Abdul advised the two to have a good marriage and immediately registered their marriage on civil records. After the rain completely subsided, Randy was alone and invited Amara home.

“Wait!” Mr. Abdul directs Randy to hand over his dowry to Amara.

Amara stared at the money sheet as a dowry over her marriage.

That's how much you're worth, inner Amara.

After receiving it, Mr. Abdul directed Amara to kiss her husband's hand and Randy recited the prayer by touching Amara's head. The prayer she should have said when she married Hana.

“Motor you will have to take care and deliver when it is fixed” said Randy on his way home.

Amara flinch, she grips her dowry. Randy felt sorry for the girl when he saw her rubbing wet cheeks. On the way, Randy contacted the activity committee if he was caught up in something and could not continue the journey and directed to do what in the survey.

“Where do you live? I'm gonna go see your parents and explain this. After that we ...”

“My talc Sir!”

“Hahh!”

“My talaq now,” cetus Amara.

Randy even pulled over his car hearing Amara's wishes, fortunately they were far away from the area and were already in an urban area.

“Amara, not only are you disappointed with this situation and relationship but I am a responsible man. What I have said earlier is a promise that will be responsible for you in a household biduk and not messing around with you immediately when we get married there is not yet one day.”

“But I do not love the Father and do not want the Father to be my husband,” cried Amara.

At this time their faces looked at each other and Randy saw the netra of his wife who was still holding back tears.

“Amara, I am sorry that we are in a relationship like this but it is not only you who disappointed me as well. I'll be married in a few months and all are being ...”

“That's obvious, that's why Mr. Randy can talk me out. Take it easy sir, no one knows we also do not know the residents earlier.”

Randy stared ahead while tapping his finger on the steering wheel of the car.

“Wait especially Sir.”

Randy turned his head, his heart eager to obey what Amara asked but his mind said it was wrong. Marriage is no joke and he has promised Allah including Mr. Abdul and the citizens involved and witnessed.

The car drove back.

“Pak Randy,” call Amara.

“We to your house.”

...***...

“Amara, already home Nak,” greet Mirna as Amara rushes towards her room. “The child is really yes,” complained Mirna when

“Who Bik?”

“Maybe his friend Non Amara earlier they came together.”

Randy is still waiting for the host.

“Sore Aunt,” greet Randy when Mirna is standing before him.

“Sore, please sit.”

The two then went stale and became acquainted.

“So you are Amara's lecturer?” mirna asks, Randy's appearance does look more mature than Amara, but Randy's face looks familiar to Mirna.

“So this is Auntie, there's something I want to say.”

Mirna listens to Randy's story about her marriage including Amara's request to run him over. Mirna wiped her tears, understanding the sad and disappointed feelings felt by her daughter.

“I'm sorry Aunt, I didn't know it was going to end this way,” said Randy.

“It's fate yes want how else.” However, Mirna was a little relieved because the man in front of her looked responsible and kind. Hopefully, his daughter will be able to change and be happy in a forced marriage.

“I intend to invite Amara to stay with me,” proposed Randy.

“Owh, yes. A wife should be with a husband. Just meet, Amara's room is on the second floor.”

Randy excuses me and heads to the second floor. Stopping in front of a room believed to be Amara's room, because Ara had written on the door of the room.knocking on it and no answer, Randy took the initiative to open the door.

The man sighed to see Amara lying face down on her bed. Soon he closed the door and approached Amara.

“Amara, pack your things and then we go back to my apartment.”

Amara turned her head.

“Pak Randy is a lecturer, certainly smart can not be bod*h. I said we're divorced, done with business. Why do I have to come to the apartment?”

“Because you are my wife and we should have stayed together. Remember Amara, not only you are disappointed, you think I like and love with you,” randy who began to emotionally face Amara.

There was a sound of adhan maghrib, the man said he would pray in Amara's room and asked the prayer mat Amara answered with his chin.

“Mother don't let me join Mr Randy ‘right?” amara asked when her husband had finished his worship,

“No, he understands and allows because after marriage the wife must follow the husband. Pack your things as they were, it's already night.”

There was a knock on the door and Mirna came.

“Courteous romance with your husband,” reprimand Mirna.

“I don't love Bun and we got married because we had to, the people are weird. People change clothes spelled out perverted.”

“That means destiny, quickly pack your things. Mommy help, come,” take Mirna.

“Mother push me, because want to be free with the man ‘kan?”

“Amara,” pekik Mirna.