(Generic Children) ARE WASTED
Suicide

They eat without sound, Bik Atun also has prepared a place to eat chicken porridge for Vera which he will leave on Baskoro

Deswita was silent, her appetite evaporated because of her husband's words, actually she wanted to spray her two children, but her position was not good, her husband was still very angry with her, she said, Deswita was as good as possible at avoiding arguments and being lenient in front of her husband

When the meaning of Sarah is finished, Bastian leaves the dining table, they will be prepared because they will visit Vera in the hospital

Deswita guessed what was in everyone's mind, because Baskoro had not yet reprimanded her prihal Vera, she hoped that her husband had forgotten her and even forgave her, after all she was the mother of her children as well as the woman who had taken care of her eldest son wholeheartedly.

During this time he always used Baskoro's weakness, namely the debt of caring for and educating Arjuna,

Deswita knew her husband's weakness was his eldest son, therefore for years Deswita tried to take Arjuna's heart so that his position as hostess was safe.

"Bik, please prepare also porridge For Arjuna, he must be hungry and tired waiting for Vera all night

also prepare warm tea for her"

"Every sir, I have prepared everything, I also bring a cake that I had made for a snack there" said bi Atun

"Thank you so much Atun" ucpa Baskoro smiled

Although Baskoro is rich, but never a bit arrogant and arbitrary, he always said "Please" every time he asks for help from a maid or employee and does not forget to say thank you every time he receives something, he is generous, wise and kind.

Different one hundred and eighty degrees with the arrogant, gluttonous and insulting mistress Deswita does not hesitate to berate anyone who does wrong.

His kindness makes senior aides who have worked in the Baskoro family inevitably compare themselves with the previous hostess, Mrs Ratih, who is meek, polite and kind.

"I want to talk" said Baskoro immediately rose to the workspace

Deswita looked at her husband, her heart feeling uneasy.

Her husband no longer calls himself mama or calls her little name, she seems reluctant to mention her name

"Oh my God, what would Bas say??? why do I feel bad??? it's all because of the goddamn kid, if you know this I'd better get rid of that kid with that lowly woman" Deswita murmured in her heart

He had until the heart had the thought of removing his own daughter, his flesh and blood, which he had been carrying for nine months, as if his son's life was worthless to him, it was very sad

Deswita heavily followed Baskoro into the workspace, feeling even more unpleasant when she saw her husband's facial water, it seemed like a storm was coming soon

"Pa, what do you want me to say???" tanya Deswita

"Let's end it" Baskoro said in a trembling voice

last night he did not sleep considering everything, until his decision he did not want to be selfish to let Deswita by his side without love.

Perhaps Deswita's behavior is a reflection of her mind that is upset and depressed because she is married to him, maybe also Deswita depression, it is all thoughts that Baskoro concluded.

But without Baskoro knowing, a little bit he influenced Deswita's attitude but basically Deswita was a difficult person to guess, too many secrets that Deswita kept behind her husband

"Aa..what does papa mean???"deswita asked in shock, she knew what her husband meant, but her mind refused to know

"For so long I have never been able to give my heart to you, I'm sorry I let you down and I'm being unfair to you, I'm sorry I haven't been the best husband to you, so let's split up"

"No pa, no, mama does not want to split with papa, mama love equally papa" said Deswita crying and trying to hug Baskoro,

Baskoro was silent, neither refusing nor returning Deswita's embrace

"I could never love you, we better split up, you can still find a man who can love you"

"Sir, please forgive me.

I will be a good wife and mother to the children, give me a chance mas" Isak Deswita

"Wita, I've been quiet all this time, because I realized I'm not a good husband, I let you do whatever you want, obey all your requests that are sometimes difficult to understand, I don't talk much just obey.

But your attitude is so outrageous, Wita, I am so disappointed in you.

I don't understand where you're going, they're not kids anymore where you have to drop your hand, the harder you are on your child, the more he's away from you.

Don't you think how you get old, they don't care about you, they hate you because you treat them badly"

"Mas, Vera has gone too far, mas alone who never cared for children, I was tired and tired" said Deswita crying

"If you're tired, let's split up.

I'll keep financing your life even if we split up"

"But not so mas, I will never divorce from you, you never dream it mas" said Deswita straight out of the workspace while slamming the door.

Baskoro just sighed, his decision was unanimous, agree or not, he would shout Deswita for the good of all

Tok tok tok tok

"Pa, are we going to look at Vera today???" ask Sarah carefully

"So baby, tell Tian to get ready, mama will soon catch up with you.

Oh yeah take Atun, it looks like he's worried about your brother, let's do some homework"

"Well pa" said Sarah lirih, but he still stood in his place to make Baskoro confused

"What else is it, son???"

"That's pa, mama rampaging in her room, Sarah was afraid something happened to mama" Sarah said in a trembling voice

"Papa will check your mama, you guys get ready" ucpa Baskoro smiled gently.

Sarah nodded and left her study looking like Baskoro sighed softly

Baskoro climbed the stairs to the main room, where usually Baskoro and his wife sleep

"I hate you, I hate

you want to throw me away after all my sacrifices??? I don't acceptaaa

Aaaaaaaaaaaa I hate" cried Deswita throwing whatever was nearby to produce a loud sound and shards of objects sounded loud

Baskoro opened the door of his room, looking very messy like a storm, and the storm was Deswita

Deswita was seen crying in the corner of the bed, she was no longer screaming or cursing, just crying softly

"Are you content to vent your frustration on all these innocent things???" asked Baskoro sharply

"You man don't have a heart, I hate this feeling,

my sacrifice all this time is worthless" he said smiling wryly

"If you could act like a mother and not hurt Vera, I wouldn't be this angry" Baskoro said

"Haha" said Deswita laughing softly and she fell silent

"Why are you laughing, what am I saying is funny??" baskoro asked but Deswita was silent, her body leaning against the slanted edge of the rajang

Baskoro walked towards the exit, but his steps came to a halt, silent for a moment

He knew Deswita's temper, the woman would not let go of Baskoro just like that, even if he was cornered he would argue until his position was safe, but now he was silent, was he tired???

Baskoro hesitantly approached Deswita

"Astaghfirullah Wita???? shouting Baskoro who saw a pool of blood near his wife's body, he saw Deswita slashing his wrist with a broken glass dressing table