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Life After Divorce

Life After Divorce

Juwita Abdillah

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Daniel knelt in front of his first daughter. Her name is Diandra. Requesting that his first daughter replace the bride who ran away. None other than Diandra's sister, Devina. Devina Goes abroad to achieve her dream of becoming a top model. He sacrificed his wedding. Then the marriage was forced to take place to cover the shame of both families. However, after 3 years of marriage between Diandra and her husband, Devina returned to her homeland and wanted back the man she had left behind. Will Diandra give up her husband for her sister? Or will he continue to maintain his household because he has already been married for the past three years?

Chapter 1 1. Divorced

Chapter 1: The day my mother died, my husband divorced me.

"Diandra Pratama, I divorce you. From today we have no relationship whatsoever."

My body stiffened like an electric shock. My chest felt hot and thunderous. My world felt like it was crumbling and being torn apart.

This chest is sliced with the situation. Even though right now I need a backrest. Because my mother's departure really made me fragile. Even though my mother always said that she might not live long with the disease that had been eating away at her body for years.

Still, I was never prepared for a loss.

Not seeing him for a week, instead of him asking how I was doing and picking me up from my mom's house, he dealt a crushing blow to my life.

My body was so boneless that I was unable to ask him why he had divorced me without first having a big fight between us.

Isn't there usually an explanation for actions?

My tears fell through my eyelids. The man turned his face away, as if reluctant to stare, that I was forbidden to ask for sympathy from him despite his title as a husband. Before the divorce fell.

Half an hour ago my mother passed away. A disease that she had been suffering from for about 5 years made the woman have exhausted the struggle to maintain her breath.

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A week ago Mas Bima sent me back to my mother's house. The goal was to take care of the woman who gave birth to me. I thought that one week of no news between us would make him miss me when we met.

Unexpectedly, the man dropped something that made me unable to move.

Couldn't that man have asked how my mom and I were doing?

Just because I love her and the marriage between us happened by accident... Do I deserve to be treated like this?

The pain in my solar plexus was intense. The world feels broken.

"What was the reason you divorced me?"

In the end the question slipped out in a trembling voice, originally I wanted to curse and cry out.

"There is no particular reason. I hope you understand my decision."

The man's answer didn't make the curiosity in my heart subside at all. I was probably half alive with curiosity. What was his reason for taking me as his wife? Even though there were already two cute twins between us.

"Mas, can't you go into the house first to...

The man refused openly. I hadn't even finished my sentence.

What if Mas Bima knew that at this time .. that tens of minutes ago my mother had been

exhale for the last time, that man will undo his intention to throw me away?

He is the only person I have right now. Other than our two twin sons.

"We will talk more about it sometime. For now, this is all I can say."

"I have to go," the man said and walked away.

The back garden of the house is a witness that a man who has been the place where I have served as a wife for the past 3 years, today has closed a door that I may no longer be able to open.

The car sped off leaving me alone with a body that felt weak.

I collapsed on the ground with a feeling I can't describe. The limp and the tears broke. Crushed and broken. Mother's death was like an earthquake that shattered my soul and the divorce that Mas Bima imposed on me was like a dark night of loss.

I'm insecure... Like a tree that has lost its roots, swayed by the storms of domestic distress

O Allah... I believe that you are the one who decides the scenario of each of your servants. I know that maybe this is the best even though it hurts. Because even during the wedding, I didn't see a happy twinkle in Mas Bima's face and eyes, except during the birth of the twins Rafka and Rifki.

There is no harmonious attitude shown other than just a responsibility that he carries out as perfectly as possible as a husband and father.

I give a thumbs up for Mas Bima's attitude and responsibility towards me and our marriage. Until I fell in love and was lulled by his kindness, which turned out to be a responsibility, not a reward Love.

Because it seemed like my love was unrequited.

I never saw sincerity on that man's face.

How ironic.

Although not exactly happy and harmonious. But we had a mediocre marriage and there were never any fights. I thought, it doesn't matter if this relationship isn't romantic. The important thing was that we were living life as it should be. Flowing like water.

So now... just one week without seeing each other my husband divorced me?

Maybe he goes back to his past lover?!

What is going on, O Allah?

Is it possible that my husband ....

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