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61. Loving you

In a short relationship, I ask you to be my wife and the mother of my children. From the first glance, it felt like a butterfly was flying in my heart. You are so amusing and charming to make me imagine and so many dreams and make my head more diluted in painting.

I could not see my mother's face when I told her about you, I was so happy with a passionate story, in fact she just kept quiet and I knew what was on my mind at that time. Mother does not like you because you are of mixed descent, while the wound of the mother's heart has not healed, sharp thorns like a dagger still stuck in her, because the father chose to be with other women who are not native.

I don't want to be like a father who hurt his woman so much to make another woman happy. I can't see my mom getting sick and trying so hard just to take care of me and live with me. I can't bear to see a mother who doesn't seem to agree with me. But I was willing to give up because I saw in the depths of my eyes that I was happy and would love you with all my heart.

I love you in the darkest darkest places become light because of my deep love. There's no seduction because I'm not good at seducing, I can only really show that this feeling is true for you.

You said let's grow together, reach our dreams together. While I was always not confident in my dreams, I was just a native who was not so smart. But you convinced me that not everyone is smart, but there are some things that humans can master according to their respective expertise and you make me excited and believe that this painting will become a legend and can be purchased by unexpected people.

At that time I realized, that my woman is indeed smart, obviously she is good because she went to school and studied diligently, what is my day that does not go to school. But day by day you teach me things, from Dutch so that I can communicate well if for example I have to show off my work, teach me to count and write well. Teach to speak loudly and confidently. It's all thanks to you and my mother, the two women I love the most, hoping that after marriage they can get along and understand each other.

It turns out I was wrong, I went home and I saw my mother was gone, I couldn't think straight about what had happened to my mother. Is it very painful to see her child with a woman that the mother dislikes because of a trauma? in my mind between regret and confusion should how, who am I blaming? what was wrong was that I ignored the pain of my mother who loved me so much in all my situations.

I was angry, disorganized and felt like I had no spirit. But when I was down there was you who helped me get back up. You say work is a taste, my pain can be a work. So I tried to paint to convey my anxiety. It turns out that my painting was glimpsed by a rich man and wanted to buy it even he ordered to paint his family. From there the open dead end becomes the path to success.

I, Broto Seno, am able to become a painter known for the sadness of the mother, in my heart means that my mother blesses my work. Maybe my mother told me to tell her that she who is calm no longer feels pain in this world. Building a house with my little family. Even you also have expertise in sewing and making clothes, you also learn and continue to learn.

There's happiness again, you're finally pregnant, we're going to have a sweet baby, I've imagined what our child's face would be like. My wife is a smart and obedient wife, even though the child of a capable person she wants to come with me in this ugly house without a maid. She learned to cook and do homework, if not good then what my wife is capable of doing anything.

I'm asking you during pregnancy to rest, don't make anything heavy because this is the first child. Although his family is always willing to help if we need something, but I don't want to accept it as long as I can work on it. I prepared various things for my baby until I finally gave birth and I gave the name of Amini, my first daughter who was petite and adorable.

We save and save until we can move to a more decent house to live in with 4 family members, with the burden of work and our ideals, I also have to give a lot of space for my wife. Having a maid who helps my wife with house and garden affairs. My goal is to have a home with a beautiful garden. Because you love plants, I love plants too, and I built a garden to remember your love for me.

Amini is very similar to me and my mother, if there is free time I want to paint mother as a memory and her grandchildren know the figure of her grandmother. Batara is very similar to you my love. As if you are the male version, our boy is indeed very active and it is only natural that a little naughty. I always ask you not to be rude with children because my mother used to misbehave me she never messed around, was so patient without yelling and giving good and bad understanding so that we could understand.

Maybe because you're busy building your career, and so sensitive every kid makes a mistake. Many times firmly I taunted you, whether ignored or not. It turns out that you are pregnant again our third child, I am increasingly convinced that our fortune will decline in children to become lucky humans. It made me feel more excited to work for my family.

I also always teach children respect for older people, in any profession, whether it be ordinary people or influential people. Especially with the father and mother as biological parents. We must love one another, because of the love of parents all the time. I also give understanding not to make the mother become dizzy, if the mother is angry then hug then the anger will subside.

All this happiness is my mother's blessing, but how can you the woman I love so vilely kill my mother?!