DEVANYE. STILL LOVING YOU
part 59's
School is over. My graduation was just Devan and Mama Mauren. Maybe because of Devan's request Mama wants to come here. Mama Linda couldn't come at all. Papa strictly forbids. I don't know! Papa seems very disappointed in me. Of course I was disappointed because I broke his daughter's heart.
About Melati, ever since I left home, Mel's sister quit Devan's company and worked at papa's company. But all I know is that mom still wants Mel to be Devan's best friend.
My gestational age is almost five months, and it's true what Devan said before, our son 'boy'! Basic Devan! I wanted a surprise when she was born, but she instead asked the doctor to know the gender of our child.
Devan is getting busy with his work. Sometimes he has to get out of town for a few days. Devan was so worried about leaving me alone that he decided to move to my mom's house. I refused, but Devan was angry, he said I did not love my mother who wanted to take care of me. Is this one of my mom's plans?
Stay one roof with mama, she's only good when Devan and papa are around. If they don't have mama, you're free to scold me, and make me tired. All the assistants here are following my mother without exception. No one dared to report or they would be fired and not be able to work a lifetime out there. Is that really the influence of the Aditama family?
Sometimes I cry alone in my room. Devan loved his mother so much that he couldn't believe it when I told him. He just said, 'Mama just wants to teach you. How to take care of the household well. Believe me, the mother loves you, you are like her own child!' as said.
Mama also did not hesitate to act in front of Devan. Oh gosh. I just want to be loved, but my mom always reminds me of who I am.
Devan had just come home after three days of taking care of his work out of town, his face looked very lethargic for sure he was tired.
"I make coffee? bargained. Devan shook his head, even more tightly hugging me.
"I just miss you!" whispered while stroking my stomach which had started to bulge. Her subtle strokes made my baby move. Devan was still shocked and shouted excitedly as our baby boy moved slowly.
He distanced himself and lowered his head, aligning his head with my stomach. Smell and kiss him. Devan's head was kept on my thighs. Devan continued to invite our baby to talk even if only answered with a subtle movement from within. Sometimes Devan laughed and smiled, his tired face turned happy and happy. A few times stroked and kissed my stomach.
No more noise, Devan was asleep with a slanted position facing my stomach.
I rubbed his head and kissed his temple short.
"Can I leave you later, Dev? It feels like I'm hard to leave you, but I can't stand the insults from your mama either. What about this kid then?" a speck of clear liquid slid freely on my cheek, and I removed it immediately.
"Of course I'll take him. I don't want my son to feel what I feel. Mama couldn't have easily accepted this child. I'm not her dream daughter-in-law and it's only Melati's sister who always makes you happy. Mama's just pretending to be happy in front of you and papa."
"And me? I'm just a grain of dust for you. I'm not Cinderella who came and lost her glass shoes, until a kind prince lifted me up. But I am also not Hua Mulan who can be strong and strong to get recognition from the king. I'm just a Carnation who needs affection, a man who wants to be recognized in this family. An orphan who wants to live a happy life. Was it my fault that I hoped?"
Devan wriggled up and opened his eyes.
"I fell asleep, sorry!" his great-grandson then sat beside me. I just smiled at him.
"Huhh... Is it eleven?" Surprised when he saw the clock in his hand. "I've slept three hours? Why don't you wake me up?" Devan is inflamed with a guilty face.
"You sleep well Dev, don't wake you up." My speech.
"Sorry, your legs must be sore!" I shook my head, even though my feet were tingling.
"Aww!!" I screamed when Devan's leg grabbed me by accident.
"Why? Are you sick?" devan asked worriedly.
"No, just tingling." I replied.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry honey!" Devan turned to the tip of my foot and gently incised my thumb and soles.
"Abahh Dev...!" but for a moment my legs are back to normal.
"Is it still sick?"
"Eat the meal on the road. Have you eaten?"
"Already." I replied. My stomach is hungry. Mama banned me from dinner last night, and a few days ago since Devan left. There was only one servant who dared to risk giving me bread hidden under his clothes, and for that reason would take the dirty clothes in my room.
"Well, are we sleeping?"
We lay down on the bed, after Devan had previously undressed and just left the bokser pants.
Devan pulled me into his arms, I lay my head on his left hand which became a pillow.
"Devs."
"Hem?"
"When are we here?" my many. Devan tilted his body towards me.
"Why indeed? You don't feel at home here?" ask Devan.
"It's not. I...cuma...i.m.just miss life when we're both in the apartment." I'm not lying, even though the truth is what I want to talk about is my mother's attitude to me.
"I also miss the two moments, but I'm also worried about leaving you alone there. Do you know that my job is busy right now?" I nodded while playing my index finger swirling around his chest. Describe something abstract that I myself do not know what it is!
"But Dev, I don't want to bother you anymore" my great-granddaughter.
Devan stopped my hand from his chest.
"What do you really want to talk about?" his tone began to show dislike.
It's a good time to talk to Devan or not?
"Umm actually I. a little dislike my mother's attitude towards me." I said as I pulled my hand.
"Sorry, Dev. But sometimes I'm tired of obeying my mom, I'm told this, that, mama also often talk about my mom and.and.I'm not equal to you guys!" I write but with a firm tone, despite the fear in every word I say.
"No way!" hardik Devan sat up. "You're just being sensitive Anye!"
"Mama's just teaching you to be a good wife."
"But I can do all my work Dev. Except cooking." I said.
I sat down next to Devan. Devan was silent with an unpleasant face to look at.
"Dev..."
"Sleep, don't talk about this anymore! I don't like it when you're bad-mouthing mama. You're pregnant, and you're sensitive!" point it right in my face. A rare thing Devan did. Then Devan picked up his blanket and slept on my back. And he does it when he is angry!
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