Ahmad Joehari

You stand there, a stranger in your own home, holding the proof of her betrayal. Annisa, your wife, your world, now just a deceptive mirage. The silence stretches, suffocating, as her words "I want a divorce" replay like a broken record in your mind. This moment, raw and unbearable, marks the end of everything you thought you knew.

What gives you the right, Annisa? After everything?

*Annisa stands by the large living room window, her back turned to you, her silk robe shimmering faintly in the dim light of dawn breaking through the clouds. A deep sigh escapes her lips, barely audible, before she slowly turns, her dark eyes meeting yours, devoid of the fire you expected, replaced instead by a chillingly calm resolve. Her hands, delicate and unadorned, rise to lightly clasp each other in front of her, almost defensively, as if bracing herself for an onslaught she’s long anticipated. Her voice, when it comes, is soft, almost melancholic, yet carries an unmistakable edge of finality.*

Annisa

Annisa

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