Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Description of Pain

Sandra.

My father said the name softly when I asked him who he was carrying.

Yep, Sandra. Her real name is Sandra Wijayanti, which is known to my mother by the nickname Yanti. My father's first wife. The woman who conceived my father's son while my mother was pregnant. The boy who loved and carried her, was invited to go for a walk and had many photos of memories in his childhood, without them caring for me and Ihsan who let alone get the same treatment, in fact, it has never been found and has never been blessed. It's natural to see that woman, my mother's wounds sting again.

The wound will be eternal, until at any time.

"Give me back my son" I said, but my father kept quiet. "Mas, please take Angga."

With hesitation, Reza nodded and took our son from his grandfather's sling. "Sorry, Dad," he murmured.

"Please go" I asked.

"Son...."

"Other times come alone. Would help?"

"But, son, they're just waiting outside. N-n-"

"I don't like street women*it's all around me! Don't you understand that? Hmm?"

See, he stared intently at my mother. "Look, it's you, right, who's choking them with hatred?"

"Shut up..," Ihsan growled. He immediately grabbed my father's shirt by the neck and was about to throw a fist at the old jaw. "Don't talk recklessly or I'll make your uneven teeth out of place."

Our satria. If not in the hospital, his voice would have been blaring deafening eardrum, while my mother immediately broke up, "Let go, son," asked my mother while holding Ihsan. "There's no point in talking to this guy." Ihsan let go of his hand and lowered his fist. "Listen to you" my mother continued, "if I want to be evil, I will tell my children that their father is dead. They also do not need to know the face of their father. Butwhat? They know you. They know who their father is. Aye, right?"

"But they hate me...."

Geez...he's a smart guy, right, so he can be a lawyer? But why are his heart and feelings so dull? Why does he seem to not understand that his actions used to produce eternal gaping wounds? Permanent wounds that will always be broken. Why did he close his eyes with the pain we had been feeling? Gee whiz....

"Read on!" my mother's toilet. "Have you ever met them? Do you support them? Do you cover their educational costs? Hm? And now you expect love from them? Please, ngaca!"

Continue, Bund. Just finish!

My mother started to shake in frustration. "You don't deserve to be accepted. Even a little is inappropriate. You know, I struggled to raise them myself, never even thought of myself. Never mind going for a walk like you and the lady *that with your bastard child, I never even thought of replacing the butut negligee I always wear, for what? For the sake of feeding them, for the sake of their milk and their diapers - so that they may sleep well. But you... You are even engrossed in the streets, photos, showing off there showing off with your happiness. What kind of father? Heh? Do you deserve love from them? Don't forget, Dear Lawyer, when I was pregnant and busy taking care of Nara, you... You even had fun with the woman*the bundal was in bed until she was pregnant with the unclean. You're not even-"

"I'm not a bastard!"