Ex-Husband Love
2. Contrition.

Deswita sat alone in her room. The night was late, with the moon shining with no stars surrounding it. Wita's room window opened, letting the night wind in hit her face and chest periodically. The woman's hair was tied up on her head, leaving several manes of spoiled brats on the right and left sides of her face.

The woman's gaze continued to be fixed on the moon that stood alone, without support from anything. Great is the Lord who created all the beauty of the universe.

Until now, Wita seemed to not believe what happened in her household. It felt really painful, when she found out that Andika had betrayed her for so long.

The appearance of Amira Widani, a twenty-three-year-old young woman became a tragedy in her household, which was inevitable. It feels broken, there is nothing left of Wita's life other than Kelan. Kelan is his only soulmate now.

I promise, I will make Wita happy until we age together, Sir, Mom. Please give me permission to take Deswita to my hometown, after I make it final later.

Wita still remembers very well the phrase Andika at that time, when she was not hosted by Andika. The two Wita parents who were still there, of course gave permission, because Wita was happy with Andika. What else can parents do, besides thinking about the happiness and happiness of their children.

Now, Wita ended up injured because she had to rid herself of Andika's life. Perhaps, after Amira gave birth, Andika will not remember Kelan again. That's the shadow in the woman's brain.

Finding this fact, Deswita's heart seemed to be bombarded by invisible pointed bamboo.

The door was knocked from the outside, this late someone came to visit him. The only person in Wita's estimation, she must be Andika. Not wrong anymore. The man will not stop until he gets what he wants.

Wita's tired. Andika should give her pause to rest. Instead of rest, Andika actually came and continued to make chaos in Wita's life.

Wita wanted to ignore the sound of knocking on the door, if only the knock on the door stopped. Unfortunately, the sound of knocking on the door continues to be heard in Wita's ear, making Wita uncomfortable himself made.

Not wanting to linger, Wita decided to open the door, and just accept who the guests who came to disturb him on this late night.

"Well, you're still here, Mom? Shouldn't you sleep in your house?" wita asked with her sharp eyes, when she opened the door, "do you see, the night is late? I don't want any neighbors to know and cause slander."

"I can't sleep, Wita," Andika replied in a relaxed voice.

"Keep, I have to nina bobo you, right? Go home, Mas. If anything happens, there's Amira you can ask for help. The responsibility of taking care of you and your stupidity, has become a burden on Amira," Wita replied with a sarcastic voice. Amira just doesn't want to, everything ends up falling apart because of Andika's stupidity.

"You don't know how I feel, Wita. You're still mad, it's okay, I don't have a problem. Give me punishment, but please don't do this. I was solemn in the past, please give me a chance once again after this, at least after Amira gave birth," Andika replied shamelessly.

"I go in" Andika replied as she barged in and slammed into Deswita's shoulder. Finding this fact, Deswita snorted in annoyance.

"You're not bored, are you, Mom, hurting me?" ask Wita then, in a bitter tone, "You promised Father and Mother in my village, if you will be happy with me. But truth? Even this divorce, I do not have the courage to be honest with Father and Mother" continued Wita.

"Please don't say anything more" Andika spontaneously locked Deswita's body in an embrace. The door is still open, and Wita is worried that anyone will see it to cause slander. No, obviously Wita would not.

"Deliver!" pinta Wita in a furious tone. Unfortunately, Deswita is helpless because Andika's energy is much stronger than her energy. As strong as he thrashed, still would not be able to defeat Andika.

"I'm sorry, Wita. Excuse me. Please give me a chance to fix everything. Give me punishment, just don't demand farewell. I can't if I have to be away from you, I can't," said Andika helplessly.

For a moment, Wita was stunned, hearing the tone of her ex-husband's voice that sounded soft and full of despair.

"What's my lack to you, Mas? Every day beautify yourself, take good care of you and Kelan, even I am in the process of program to get pregnant sister Kelan. But everything I expected was wrong. You actually impregnate other women and do not think the effect can be this powerful. You have no brain!" as Deswita broke her cry.

Andika increasingly could not bear, and hugged Wita tightly. The man's heart also ached, seeing such a fragile Wita in his arms. Even Andika's white t-shirt, has been soaked by the tears of the woman she loves so much.

Papa Kelan was silent, did not reply at all and was silent to receive the rude swearing of his ex-wife. Only an apology could he say so many times, to the woman he loved so much.

If you can be honest, the real love owned by Andika, only for Deswita. From the past until now, and certainly until later in his old age. Scandal with Amira, only based on sheer lust. It was the young woman who was too carried away by the perfunctory seduction made by Andika.

Andika was swept away, meaning just to play around without being serious. Who would have thought, Amira finally pregnant? Stupid jerk. Even Andika remembered very well, if at that time Amira said that she was using contraception. Andika in the trap.

"I love you all the time, Deswita. Please forgive me. I promise, I'll fix everything. Amira can't be by my side forever. My love from before until later, just for you. I swear. I swear," said Andika.

Until then without hesitation, Netra Andika caught the figure of her young wife standing in the doorway, staring at her and Wita who were hugging. Amira also knows that Wita is crying. The young pregnant woman also knew, Wita's harsh heart and swear words just now, and Andika's heart that Andika said.

"Sorry Amira, mbak Wita," said Amira who joined in crying, because it was rolled up with regret.

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