Wife Sah Rasa Kebaban
Go awayl.

Don't blame others for the disappointment you feel. Blame yourself for expecting too much from him.

"Your choice is only one Miss, Leave! And never again present in the life of Aleandra Aryaguna Al ahnaf Our son, if you really love her, then let her be happy with her life choice, not with you,"

I want to feel like I'm stroking my chest over and over again, draining these tears to the deepest head of my grief, so that I can lie how deeply this heart is slashed, without tears that must bear witness.

Why does it hurt more than being disappointed last night? Why does love come to the wrong people and at the wrong time? Why is my happiness always delayed for an undifferentiated time? I should have just followed my heart. I shouldn't have let this awe turn into love, and then it ends in pain.

Both of Mr. Ale's parents were still sitting on the sofa when I started packing up some of my clothes to put them in my mini suitcase.

My heart has broken a thousand. Remembering how warm my husband's first hug was last night, how sad his face was when I didn't touch his explanation. How proud he was to reject my divorce lawsuit outright. How tempting was his smile when I didn't realize I had begun to admire him. Ah love, I have truly disappointed you with all the wonderful stories that were created in the beginning.

After I finished packing all my clothes, I last left the smartphone given by Mr. Ale following the sim card and also his mandiri cash bridge on the nightstand. I really want to erase everything about him in my mind, hopefully nothing is left in my heart and my body, everything is about you.

Meanwhile, the man who was none other than my in-laws who had been insulting me was in fact still staring cynically, as if all the humiliation was not perfect for him to throw.

At first glance I see his face still holds a million nista that he still wants to express to me.

Perhaps it has not exhausted its arrogance that still looks down on me. Ah, you're too different if I were to call you the father of my husband.

You are different, so different. It seems that the earth and sky alone cannot be compared to how different you and my husband are.

Maybe I'm too hyperbole in this. The pain makes my mind a little withered. Disappointment makes the wound that does not bleed finally gaping.

While a woman whose face and tone of speech were more dominant to Mr. Ale, I see now looking at me with a face that is different from his man.

I know she's a gentle woman and also said her broom. I'm sure my husband's attitude flows from him, even though in reality I have to be disappointed again and again.

She kept watching everything I did, she seemed to want to talk, but her fearful look was bigger than her compassion. Ah Mama-in-law thank you for your shady look, glad my heart even though I can't say your name in my real voice. I can only spell your name in my prayer line.

May we meet again in the same destiny and with the same people.

It turned out that my resolve was not as firm as my expectations. Because I was expecting my husband to suddenly appear in front of me.

"No need to show a sad face in front of us, go!" said the man I knew his name was Mr. Chandra and must have been with the same last name as my husband.

"Be careful, yes" I turned my head as the delicate voice gave me farewell advice.

One word that was repeated but was able to make me feel like I really had it.Can I call her Mama just once? So I can tell the world how lucky I was to ever meet a woman as gentle as her after my mother of course.

"Thank you, ma'am" I answered softly with tears that melted again, ah my cheap tears, Why is he not the only one who became Mr Chandra?

I put my feet out of my husband's golden cage.

"Goodbye sir, sorry for the blurry ink scratches in your life diary. I'm sorry I haven't been able to be your whole wife. I'm sorry for making your father who might be angry with you. Sorry," I said before I actually left.

Both of Ale's parents had already left the apartment when Ale arrived at his apartment.

Ale seemed to be petting a tiny blue box in his hand.

"I can't wait to give this gift to Aisyah, just think of it as my wedding dowry that I paid for today" she said with a sweet smile painted on her handsome face.

Ale smiled happily as he opened the door.

The atmosphere looks very quiet.

"Ai, where are you?" call him and walk around every corner of his room.

"Why does my gut say this isn't good enough?" he muttered, continuing to walk through every room in his apartment.

Ale dialed the wife's number again, this time ringing, but why did the ringing feel closer? As Ale searched for the source of the voice. And sure enough, Ale found a flat object that he had only given to Aisyah a few days lying on the nightstand.

"Why stay here, where is he?" the question is getting more and more unsettled now. And the sense of his was-wash became more and more when he saw his mandiri cash bridge was also there.

"Dear of it!" his screams so loudly called out the name of the wife with a face that turned frantic.

"Aishaaaaaahhh!" Ale can no longer support his weight when all his energy has been lost to imagine the existence of Aisyah wife who just started to love and will always be loved who now go somewhere.

"Why did you leave without telling me? I'm still your husband, can't you ask me for permission before you leave?" he said with his body on the floor.

"Who, who kicked you out? Who would dare to harass you, Madame Al ahnafku?"

For a while he left his body and mind out of line now, he received all the turmoil of thought that seemed unable to find answers to the many questions in his heart. Until after the tears felt increasingly sticky on his cheeks, Ale began to be able to accept the possibilities that underlie the departure of the wife.

"I will look for you Aisha, I promised never to divorce you, even if your lawsuit will be like a froth in the ocean that never tired of sinking the waves. But you should know that my promise is stronger than just a rock,"

After speaking, Ale hurried away from his apartment. His one determination is to find Aisyah, his first and last love. Yes, Ale began to realize that he already had more sense of the wife who first asked about her feelings.

Sorry, why he did not answer just asked Aisyah about her love that night, but instead made her cheeks meet red without finding the answer.

Love, why is it so hard to find revenge when two hearts turned out to be linked, and a life story that is more entitled to demand.

Our life is the destiny of good and bad that has been set by the Almighty. Try to make what we think is bad in order to leave the best gift for those around us. We have no right to choose, we are only obliged to live. Live with a pure and clean heart.

Don't waste time complaining!

Hy reader. Thank you so much for reading this article.