Life After Divorce

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 ....

Chapter 2. Kneel

Father on his knees

Three years ago, I was invited by my father to witness my sister Devina's wedding. She has one father but not one mother.

Because after dumping my mother and being seduced by Devina's mother, he remarried Ms. Lisna.

My sister's wedding took place in a building that had been rented by the groom.

After 2 hours of waiting, the bride, my step-sister, did not come out of her room.

I, who was waiting with curiosity, entered the bridal dressing room and was surprised to find the husband looking frustrated and crying.

"Your daughter is really too much! How could you run away on your wedding day when everything has been prepared so well!" shouted a woman who I interpreted to be the same age as my mother.

I'm sure it's Devina's future mother-in-law.

"Forgive us, besan," said the father and his new wife. I was silent as I watched the unexpected events just like in the movies.

While the angry woman was crying on the chair sobbing.

"What are we going to do in front of everyone and in front of all our families? Why is your child treating us like this? This is really embarrassing!" roared a man who I believe was Devina's future father-in-law.

My stepmother tried to call Devina's number but it was not active. While her crying did not subside, I did not understand why Devina acted rashly so that both sides of the family were crying because of her actions. If it was true that Devina didn't want to get married, then why was the time and everything prepared in this building?

While I was lost in reverie, Bapak turned to me.

Then the man stepped away with tears flowing softly, and his nose reddened.

Ah no...

"Diandra, will you help me, son?" he asked with a hopeful look in his eyes, I knitted my eyebrows uncomprehendingly. What kind of help at a time like this could I give my father?

"Please replace Devina as the bride," the man said with sobs.

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Father's plea to me made everyone turn their heads to me, I was like a suspect who had to be the scapegoat for a situation that was happy.

I will not make myself a scapegoat for others, for marriage, because I want to marry the man I love and I want to marry for readiness, marriage is not worth playing games with.

I was like a suspect being stared at by everyone there, both sides of the family looking at me expectantly.

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"She...?" Devina's future mother-in-law looked at me quizzically.

"This is my first child, Devina's older sister Diandra," Bapak replied, looking at his besan.

Hearing this answer, the woman rushed over to me and held my hand.

"Diandra, please marry my son, I know it's not right. But both sides have our pride at stake here," she pleaded, holding my hand compassionately.

I turned to everyone and most of them nodded their heads.

"But mom," I hung my words.

Just to cover up the disgrace that Devina has created," he assured me.

"After a few months of marriage, you can divorce again," he pleaded again.

I turned to Bapak, hoping that he would reject the wishes of Devina's future mother-in-law, but Bapak nodded, leaving me helpless here.

"Sorry I can't, after all marriage is a sacred bond. It's bad luck if I..."

Father approached me then unexpectedly the man knelt down making me take a few steps back, not expecting that the man kneeled before me making me look like a disobedient child.

Father kneels down.

"Father, please don't be like this," I said.

"I'm willing," I said, feeling uncomfortable.

Both parties seemed happy with my decision to accept the strange marriage offer.

At that moment, I was immediately made up by the MUA team that had been prepared by everyone.

And my eyes were surprised when I saw a man who turned out to be Devina's future husband. It was Bima Adiatma.

A classmate in high school who once made me fall in love with him, but not to the extent of that feeling.

At that time, I thought that my meeting with Mr. Bima was a destiny from Gusti Allah.

In the end, the consent was given and that day I replaced Devina as the bride.

Just as I was surprised because it turned out that Bima was a classmate in the white and gray period. The man was also surprised until in the end our marriage was flowing as it was, because indeed from the beginning we had known each other even though it was not far away.

A week later we all found out that Devina had gone abroad to take part in an audition to become a model, a goal that she had always said and was proud to achieve.

Leaving Mas Bima to hide his devastation over Devina's broken promise.

In the end, Mas Bima took his marriage to me seriously and responsibly, even though I knew he might not love me.

I didn't see a twinkle of love in his eyes, let alone a twinkle of joy, only when I gave birth to our children. The twins Rafka and Rifki.

And now my husband suddenly divorced me. Is it possible that Devina has returned from abroad? Or is there something else?

Chapter 3: My Unrequited Love

After 7 days of the tahlilan period, I nervously asked permission from one of my family members to return to our house. The house that had been prepared by my kind mother-in-law. In the past.

The thing that made me want to maintain the household with Mas Bima was the attitude of my mother-in-law and father-in-law who considered me like their son.

Their treatment of me made me so comfortable even though the household I lived with Mas Bima was in fact bland.

A house, a car, and other home appliances had been prepared by my mother-in-law that should have belonged to Devina.

And I calmly accepted it, although sometimes I received a cynical look from my stepmother, even though I really wanted to tell her that what made this marriage happen was because Devina had gone abroad.

Everything went well. Even though my mother was shocked, she left all the decisions in my hands and believed in my decision. My mother, who had many years of illness, made me surrender to the situation and did not want to hurt her, let alone create a bad stigma that I became a widow, so in the end I accepted this marriage gracefully and believed that this was all the destiny of Gusti Allah.

I took the twins in a car that I had only been able to run for a little over a year, after I took a driving course test and passed.

There were several things I wanted to ask Mas Bima. Perhaps that time was just an oversight.

As I opened the gate and put the car into the yard, my eyes narrowed slightly when I saw the renovated yard.

Since when?

Who was the culprit?

Because as far as I knew, Mas Bima never interfered with the maintenance of the house.

My chest began to feel uncomfortable seeing the state of the garden that had changed so much that even the flowers that I planted with my hands in my spare time when the twins were sleeping, now the flowers had changed, even the color of the pot had also changed to a color that was not my favorite. I am a lover of black. Dark, dark and mysterious.

It was like the life that colored my days when my father remarried a woman younger than my mother's age, and since then my life has been dark living the days with my mother.

Carrying the twins in front and behind me, I walked. Luckily they were both asleep and not disturbed at all.

I slowly entered the house that I had lived in for the past three years with Mas Bima.

My eyes rounded fully when I saw the color of the chair that had changed. Pink?

Then some furniture also changed its color to pink. This feeling was getting uncomfortable.

My chest was beating fast, I felt an unusual aura. This breathing became rapid and irregular when I entered the kitchen which also changed the color of the furniture. Even the spoons, pans, and utensils have changed color. What was previously a dark-colored accent has now become pink, aka pink.

Oh my God, what is this?

Is there a new woman who has taken control of my house?

Is there a new queen who has taken control of my palace?

This heart was getting more and more uncomfortable, also feeling feverish with chaotic feelings.

I then entered the twins' room and breathed a sigh of relief when I found that the furniture had not changed.

Put the twins to bed one by one. Then I closed the door slowly and entered the living room.

Upon entering the living room my body stiffened at the sight of an unexpected sight that should have alerted me.

I ran out of words when I saw the figure of a beautiful woman emblazoned on a large portrait that was three times the size of the prayer mat.

The portrait was originally a picture of me, Mas Bima and the twins.

But now the photo had changed with a picture that made me gulp, I should have anticipated this, that it turned out that in the end the day of the woman's return had happened too.

The large photo displayed in the living room was of Devina who looked so beautiful and attractive.

These lips trembled violently, a faint explanation I had found, why the husband whom I respected and loved sincerely betrayed me or threw me away with a divorce sentence on the mourning day of my life.

It turned out that Devina was the main reason.

It turned out that my sincere love was unrequited from my husband.

Because on the day Devina returned to Indonesia, she easily took over my palace.

My chest was heating up, as were my eyelids, and I couldn't stop the tears from raining down.

Is this the reason my husband dumped me?

It turned out that my sincere love was unable to make my husband reciprocate this love.

My love is unrequited.

Because when the woman came again my husband had thrown me away.