Sabina touched her hand, the memory was also shattered by the soft skin of Sabina's hand. Naira smiled when this fifteen-year-old boy still looked adorable in her eyes. Naira was looking at her. Since separating from Yogi, she has never once met Yogi and Sabina. Yogi decides to sell the house and wants to separate Naira from Sabina.
"Mom, don't you want to touch daddy's hand?"
"W-what?"
"Come on mom, hold your hand to daddy's hand. I want him to wake up quickly!" Sabina's insistence makes Naira worried.
"No, Dear! I can't do that. How can I touch the hand of a man who is no longer to me!" Naira rejects Yogi's daughter's wish.
"Didn't you promise you would do anything for me?"
"Yes, you can ask for anything. As long as you don't tell me to touch your father's hand. because the two of us have been divorced for a long time, so don't force me to comply with your unreasonable request, Sabina!" said Naira. For her, Yogi is nobody anymore.
"B-but Mom!"
"Sorry, dear. I have to pick up my children, your step-sisters, and step-brother!" Naira says. She gets up and is about to leave.
"N-Naira?" call Yogi. He had woken up and held Naira's hand so as not to leave the room.
Degh!
Naira's heart seemed to stop for a split second. She did not dare to look and also did not dare to let go of her ex-husband's thin hand. "Is it you, Naira?" asked Yogi. The woman's head was bowed. And she squeezed the clothes on her chest. It was so painful, and it made her memory come back again. The memories that made his heart scratched were long and deep.
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12 years ago,
A memory where she was already at the lowest point of her patience. She has been abused and treated very rudely. Until they can't be together anymore. Naira comes out of the house with a suitcase filled with her clothes. Maybe this is the final decision that can no longer be contested.
Naira drags her suitcase, then gets out and takes the taxi which was booked online. Naira sits aside, her eyes looking out. Her hands are callously stroking the belly containing the fetus, the daughter is with Yogi.
Bad images during her marriage to Yogi. She did not feel happiness. And she thought, that having a child in her womb could improve all the Yogi's traits, but all of that was just wishful thinking. The man hasn't changed at all.
It didn't feel like the entire space in her eyes had been filled with mist that blinded her eyes. The mist began to gather in one spot at the corner of her eyelids. If she could cry in the taxi, she would cry as loudly and loudly as she could until her heart calmed down. However, she kept on holding on until the mist in her eyes hardened, becoming those clear and holy crystals. Waiting to fall.
The fingers squeezed the clothes on her chest, there was a stinging feeling that cut the recesses in his heart. And Naira couldn't take the pain anymore until the clear crystal finally fell into her lap. At first, slowly the crystals began to wet the skirt she was wearing.
The taxi wheel continued to run and arrived at a house that was quite magnificent. Naira gets down after paying the taxi fare. She dragged her suitcase into the house. Standing still in front of the door, her heart was beating very fast. She was afraid that her parents would not accept her sudden arrival. Especially her father, she doesn't know what will happen if her father finds out that she filed a divorce suit against Yogi.
Naira sighed, mustering up the courage in her heart to meet her parents.
Ting ...
Tong...
She rang the bell several times. Waiting in fear of the reaction of her parents. Soon, the door opened. An old woman opened the door with a shocked expression and did not expect who she saw standing at the door.
"N-Naira?" call the woman. Naira doesn't answer, she looks at her mother for a long time.
"M-mom!"
And the tears were flowing again, Naira hugged the woman who was called the mother.
"What's the wrong Naira? Why are you crying like this?" Her mother looked confused, she had not come home for a long time after the marriage, but she came with a cry that was quite confusing to her mother. "Let's go in first, it's not good, the neighbors will see!" said her mother, her face already had a lot of wrinkles around her eyes.
Naira complies, and her mom helps to carry Naira's suitcase. "You sit here, I make tea first so you can calm down!" Her mommy goes to the kitchen after Naira nods.
Naira sits silently, she is like a stranger in her own house. Her eyes saw the state she had left for about a year. Nothing has changed, everything is the same except for the paint on the walls of the house. Pink.
Then, her mother came when she wanted to have a look. Then, the middle-aged woman put down a cup of hot tea, smoke still rising from the tea. The woman sits in front of Naira with a very worried face. So far, Naira has never cried so hard as before at the door. But now, her mother felt something was different.
Naira takes a sip of this tea, there is a feeling of calm even if only for a moment. She just felt calm. "Now can you tell mom what happened to you, Naira?"
Naira looked briefly at her mother and sighed as if she was releasing a heavy burden on her shoulders. "I-I...." once again, Naira sighed. She knows why she has to be matched to Yogi. A business between her father's colleagues so that her father's business does not go bankrupt. For Naira in the past, it was selfishness that forced her to marry even though there was never love in her heart for Yogi. "... want a divorce from Yogi!" said Naira.
"W-what? But why, Naira?" Her mother urged curiously. Her mother was quite surprised to hear the wishes of her only daughter. All this time, she and her husband thought, her daughter's marriage was fine.
"I can't stand to live together with him again, Mom!"
"Yes, I know... But what happen? Can you explain in detail the main problem?" Women pressed her more and more. She was very curious about Naira's answer.
"He cheated on me, he has cheated many times in front of me and behind my back...." Naira said starting to tell the story. She could not bear to keep everything she felt during his marriage with Yogi, her patience was at the limit. And at that very moment, tears fell. She let out all the emotions that had been held back in her mind and mind for a long time.
"He also beat me a lot, was disgusted with me, and never once considered me a wife during our marriage!"
"W-what? that he did all that to you?"
Naira nodded, her mother was touched to hear the story of her only daughter's heart. She seemed to feel the annoyance that Naira was feeling right now. Very angry, she also did not think, the marriage that she thought was fine, turned out to be so dilapidated in it.
"I can't stand it anymore, Mom! I can't stand being like this all the time with Yogi! I want a divorce, I don't want to continue this marriage anymore," said Naira with more and more tears.
The woman she stands with then sits beside Naira. She hugged his beloved daughter tightly, she wanted to give her the inner peace that she usually does when Naira is sad. "I will tell your father, that I support your intention to separate from Yogi!"
"CAN NOT!" A loud voice came from the doorway. Naira and her mother turn their eyes wide. Startled.
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To Be Continued.