7 Virgin Blood
Of mine
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Yeah, I'm sorry, I'm not at all proud to have them as my parents because that's how it is. Wh why? Because I will never be able to introduce my father to the world, especially on social media. Of course, why they didn't want my father's legitimate family to know where my mother and I were. But even so, as a child, even though I wasn't proud to have parents like them, I still loved and cherished them.
One more thing that makes me so sorry about their affair - - where I feel the impact now, is when my father died in an accident while he was driving, my mother, who was only a mistress, did not dare to bring up her nose in front of my father's legitimate family when my father's body was about to be buried. One of the reasons is because he still wants to hide ourselves, because, if my father's legitimate family finds out that my father has a mistress, my father has a mistress, surely their families will take the assets in my father's name on my mother's behalf, and they will take over everything from my mother. My mom didn't want that until it happened. So we did not attend my father's funeral. Tragic indeed. It's so sorry for me.
And, love again, when I was fourteen, and my mother was in cancer*last stage breast, she was on medication. Pessimistic about his recovery which he said was clearly impossible, and did not want to leave me alive a kara, my mother decided to sell her house and two cars, as well as all her jewelry and take me home to Indonesia, to my grandmother's house: an elderly widow, whom she had long left in old age. But that was the only option left because he could not leave me to the family of my late father, let alone to my father's first wife. Well, actually my mother had no other way but to go back to her biological mother's lap to apologize, and to leave me.
Luckily, I was brought back to Indonesia before my mother died of cancer.
Huh! That was part of my life story four years ago. I am now eighteen years old. Two more days will be his eighteenth birthday. And I was waiting for a birthday greeting from my neighbor who would usually return home once a year - the house that was right next to my house. I mean the grandmother's house I now occupy in solitude. My grandmother passed away two months ago.
Okay. Forgetit. It is not good to remember sadness. I don't like that. Think of it as just part of my introduction.
Speaking of my neighbor, he was a single man who would soon be thirty-eight years old, where his birthday was exactly the same as my birthday. A handsome, well-established, and handsome man. She now lives in the city, but she definitely returns here every year, to Rancabali, Bandung - West Java, to her grandmother's house. The house he entrusted to my grandmother to keep her clean. Because my grandmother passed away two months ago, so now I'm taking over Grandma's duties, and the duplicate keys to the house are now in my hands. And I hope that Mr. Handsome will not transfer and pass this responsibility on to others. I hope that. I waited in agitation....
I don't want to lose the chance to be around him. So close to him....