
At night, after cleaning her face and changing into sleeping pajamas, Heena smeared her face with the cream she had bought at the Mall this afternoon.
His long hair is also slightly cut and colored slightly brownish. What he did treatment in one of the salons when he came home from the Mall earlier.
Several treatments he did, from nail care to hair.
Heena saw his look in the mirror, he was very satisfied, the next step he had to do regular exercise and healthy eating.
Heena headed to bed and prepared to go to sleep.
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Daytime at one o'clock.
Jamilah's mother who had gotten the address of Heena, he immediately went to the new house of Heena, with all his anger Mother Jamilah yelled and banged on the door of the house Heena.
Heena who just came home from the gym, was disturbed by the sound of the door being pounded so tightly.
Heena opened the door.
Plaque!
Heena had not been able to see clearly who the person who came, but his face was slapped first.
But from the tone of the voice of the woman who was currently angry with him, Heena could tell who was slapping him.
"Basar An ungodly child, do not thank parents! I told you not to divorce, it's still done!"
Plaque!
Plaque!
It was not her sore and hot cheeks that Heena was feeling right now, but her heart. His heart was so sore that his mother would rather see him suffer enduring a marriage that there was no justice in it.
The pain has not healed, but again Heena heard the fact that more painful, so it feels like she wants to scream why to be born from the womb of a woman who has no compassion.
"You know! because you asked for a divorce, now Michael stops giving me money!"
"You're happy, huh!"
"Ah, I'm sick ..." Heena held onto her hair which was currently pulled tight by Jamilah's Mother.
"This is a reply to a dissident child like you!"
Uhh!
Jamilah pushed Heena until the woman fell on the floor. The corners of his right and left lips were already bleeding from hitting the floor.
Heena can not fight, because no matter how Mother Jamilah is her biological mother, Heena let Mother Jamilah and she accepted maybe because she was wrong.
Heena's eyes closed in pain, but suddenly her hands were pulled again by Jamilah Mother and her cheeks back in the slap.
"Remember! you have to make up for all your mistakes, Heena!"
Uhh!
After saying threatening sentences and pushing Heena's body back, Ibu Jamilah went from the house of Heena.
Heena was only able to look at her heart, towards Jamilah Mother who had gone with her car.
Heena wiped away her tears, Heena had been used to being treated like this by her mother, ever since her father died, her mother had turned violent.
Heena stood up and walked in and looked for the medicine box and treated the wound.
Heena turned her head up to look at the ceiling of the living room, when she should have needed support from parents, but was now blamed by her own mother, Heena curled up on the couch and cried again, biting her lips.
His body fell asleep on the sofa because he felt tired, until the night he just woke up.
After she finished cleaning her body, Heena grabbed her phone, started looking for work over the internet, to divert her life problems, as she was also unlikely to rely on the money Michael gave her.
His fingers stopped searching as his eyes caught the name of the DA Corp company.
Job vacancies in painting, companies engaged in the field of gem.
"May I try," he murmured, as he had a hobby in the drawing section even before marriage he had worked at an online gem company.
Heena immediately sent her job application letter by email.
Feeling that she had not eaten since lunch, Heena decided to eat first.
Suddenly as he was about to eat noodles, his mind remembered Joseph, thinking about whether his son had eaten well during his stay.
"Yusuf, I'm sorry, son." Heena rubbed the corner of her eyes that let out tears, every time she remembered her son must have made her cry.