Sensational Husband
One Hundred and Fifty Seven
Azlan stepped out of the religious court office after the verdict hearing. During the one-hour trial, Azlan did not see Mecca staring at him while inside the courtroom.
Wide steps led him to the parking lot. He was already holding the key to enter the car, but his steps stopped when he saw Makka who had unknowingly stepped nearby.
“Mekka!” calling Azlan made Mekka turn her head towards him.
Mekka was silent, staring at Azlan without a word.
“Mekka, we have officially separated,” said Azlan was a bit rowdy because he felt stiff with the current situation.
“As decided in the court earlier,” sahut Makka cooler.
“Mekka, I hope you find a much better soul mate than me. God has shown me who I am, I am not a husband worthy of you.”
“Everything's happened, Mom. I don't think it needs to be discussed anymore.”
“Yes, it's all gone. I hope we don't have to talk about the past. Let's just say that the events between us never happened. I'm nothing to you, let's just say we can know each other just because it's limited to our adjacent village.”
“You don't have to ask me that, Mom. I will never admit you as my husband,” explained Mekka with a huffed view. His heart ached when he heard Azlan's confession.
“I don't mean to hurt you, but I don't deserve to be remembered as your husband. Very inappropriate. And Alexa also never knows about our relationship, I hope you understand. Assume we never married.”
“The Alexa thing, it's your business, Mom. I made it clear that I would never admit you. As you wish,” said Mekka bitterly.
“You are a woman that God created so well and even perfectly in my eyes, I do not deserve to be remembered as your husband, that's all,” Azlan continued. “Mekka, once again I am sorry that I have not been able to be a good husband as long as I am with you.”
“Forget!” Mekka breezed away.
Azlan sighed at the departure of Mecca. Judging by Mekka's tone of speech, expression and eye gaze, Alzan was fully aware that the woman felt hurt and hurt. But Azlan could do nothing but apologize. Mecca was too good for him, and he could only hope that Mecca would be happy with his life choices.
Mekka walked towards the road, she stopped the passing taxi by waving her hand. The taxi took him away from the religious courthouse.
The Mekka tears were breaking and her tears were flooding, she had tried to hold him back but was powerless.
God, why is this sick? Give me strength.
Azlan was the first man to get her to know the meaning of the word in love. And now Mecca knows that it turns out that hating the person he loves is very hard, much harder than doing charity.
Mecca continued to wipe his tears, but his tears were stubborn and did not want to stop. The incision in his heart made his tears not break.
“Where are you going, Ma'am?” asked the taxi driver a little timid because he glanced at his passengers who were not stopping crying.
Makka raised her face, again wiping the tears on her cheeks despite continuing to flood after her palm rubbed her. “Turn left at the crossroads there, Bang.”
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