Destiny Cruel Love
Sorry Mama!

#POV RAYAN'S

- - Dean in the House - - Dean

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TOK TOK!!!

"Assalamu'alaikum" came from outside my room

I don't understand why Papa is still trying to call a psychologist to help with my problems. I just want to be alone right now.

I just want to remember my time with my beloved wife, why Papa couldn't understand.

"Go!!!" Mouthed

When I was about to get off the bed, I accidentally nudged the picture figura Rahima hard.

THE CLANGS!!! The picture figura fell, formless cracking. I took out a picture of Rahima from the picture frame. I cried again for the face of my beloved wife on the edge of the bed.

KLEKK!!!

The sound of my door lock opening, maybe Papa gave the man a spare key. I don't want anyone to enter this room.

Suddenly I heard that voice again. The voice of the arrogant girl while in the hospital musholla yesterday.

"Oh my God, this room is no longer habitable." Prattling

"OUTDOOR!!" Hardikku without seeing it, I'm sure it must be him. The arrogant and pretentious girl knew that.

I kept sitting on the floor next to my bed regardless and I kept sinking my face to my knees.

Looks like the girl tried to pick up the glass fragments. He heard that he asked Bik Sur to get a broom and a pengki to clean up the mess of my room.

"DON'T SASSY LO! this is my room, I said EXURR!!! my hardik won't accept the sassness.

"Sister, I'm sorry I'm presumptuous, isn't it like this Rahima's sister will be sad up there Brother!" Prattling

'What!!! On what basis did this girl meddle with my problem? Why is he so brave! Fuck Adab and courtesy!' I'm impinge

"Not Lo, again the cave says EXIT!!!" my snapping.

Right now I started to turn my face towards the girl and look at her sharply. My guess was right, that girl was the arrogant boy.

I still gave him a sharp look, but he wasn't intimidated at all. This girl looks pretty tough I think.

For a moment I thought, I felt like my meeting with him wasn't just yesterday. I don't know, though, that I don't remember it that much.

"Hhhhh, yes already, I'm here just to say the same brother, Bik Sur did not cook more today, because Papa and Mama brother want to make sure I go for a walk, OH yes, yes, Bik Sur is coming too!" He said it like he was mocking me.

What was with his expression, I did not understand and did not understand his behavior and behavior patterns. And what he said just now was enough to disturb my stomach worms. Why did he control my parents?

'Si*l*n! What do I eat ntar? when I eat salt?' my inner.

"If you want to eat, now! Mumpung Papa with Mama's sister again ready, mumpung Bik Sur has not changed clothes!" Say

Actually I'm not mad at my family, there's no reason for me to be mad at them. I just can't accept the truth right now.

I just don't want them to think I'm a crybaby. From the time I never cried in front of my family, the cheerful me was too afraid to look weak.

When Sis Zita and Kak Roza died I was 6 years old. My mom and dad became different people. They no longer smiled after the incident, I always saw them crying.

When my sister Zeed went to the hospital, Mama and Papa realized that they still had other children, not just Kak Zita and Kak Roza.

Brother Bian also felt the same way as me back then. It's just that Brother Bian is a child who easily expresses his feelings. He had slightly turned into a dissident while at School back then.

From then on, I didn't want to be the weakness of my parents. However, one thing I just realized. The reality of being left behind by someone we care about so much is this sad.

I understood how Papa and Mama were doing at the time. Could it be that I can escape from the shackles of this pain and longing.

HHHH!!! I can only breathe heavily.

"BIK SUURR'S... BIK...!!! yell at

"Ready Den, what do you want to make Den?" Replied Bik Sur quickly, and only realized that he had eavesdropped from behind my bedroom door.

"Capcay same Shrimp Saos bik!" I said a little more calmly.

"Ready Den!" Exciting Bik Sur

When I went downstairs and headed to the kitchen, Bik Sur just finished serving food on the dining table.

I saw Mama sitting in the living room, I still could not show my pain. I still put on my flat face.

When I sat down on the dining table. I noticed Mama's movements that seemed to want to approach me, and sure enough, Mama approached me and suddenly hugged me.

I still refused to look and face my mother. Mama looked at my face, she felt my hair, cheeks and mustache that I started to let grow on my face.

A drop of water fell on my hand. I wanted to hug Mom right now, but I wasn't ready. I'm afraid Mama saw me being this weak.

'Forgive your son Maa!!!' I said in my heart.

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#POV RAYAN END'S

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