Just Want to Be Appreciated
The Destruction of Happiness

This morning I was happy Elinda Farhanna, I looked at the face of the husband who was lying next to me. His eyes, his lips, really make me crazy. Slowly my hand turned to his face, until suddenly his eagle eyes opened wide. The look we met, I was surprised because it turned out that he had woken up.

"Since when?" the question slid free from my lips. My sweet lips never seem to lose the word when talking to her. He's Devan a man I love, I love him more than I love myself. Maybe I'm crazy. It's okay to be with him.

The days passed by and I continued to live, until our marriage had now reached one year and we were gifted with a child. Complete with this happiness with the fruit of our love, I look at my son's face with great affection I am very happy.

"His name is Derren Agatha Sanjaya, I really like that" said my husband Devan.

I smile, I smile happily. For me the name my husband gave me was beautiful and I really liked it.

"Yes, what a good name," I smiled.

I was sitting in a hospital bed, hugging my son and my husband who were sitting on the side of the bed. We both looked in awe at the fruits of our love, until then the door opened and showed two women there. I didn't know who the woman was, and I stared at her in confusion.

"Mama" said my husband.

"Mama?" I was confused when my husband called him Mama, didn't he say that he was a child raised in an orphanage

Thenwhat? Now he called Mama to a woman who came into my room.

"How's Devan?"

The woman looked at the baby I was hugging, I was confused and kept wondering who this woman was.

My husband looked at me then at my baby, I felt something was wrong, slowly the woman with a tall body with my age began to approach. As soon as she took my baby, I was confused and wondering. For a moment I calmed my mind that she just wanted to hold my baby maybe they're my husband's foster family.

"Whose gas are they?" no longer want to drift in my curiosity, until I immediately asked so that I could be more relieved.

Mas Devan came down from my bed which he was sitting on, he stayed away but still looked at me. It was like he was turning foreign to me instantly, even as if I didn't know him anymore.

"I'm Diana, the legal wife of Devan," said the woman who was hugging my baby.

Deg.

You know what I feel like, pain. I felt like I lost my life at the same time as the word that woman said. But I'm still trying to calm down, I'm still trying to control myself. I was sure he was joking, I quickly wiped my tears and I tried to smile. Even though I still feel anxious.

"What do you mean, Ma'am," I said with a little chuckle, "What is the brother of Mas Devan?" ask me again.

Everyone there was silent, they were looking at me seriously. Until a middle-aged woman starts to make a sound.

"It's enough Devan, it's all done and I want you to stop this charade" she told my husband.

Devan stared at me for a moment, I had no idea what he was going to say. It's just that I don't recognize my husband anymore, no more warmth and sweet smile that used to look at me.

"Hanna," she looked at me and then at the woman holding my baby, "She's Diana, and this Diana is my legal wife.... or the wife I married four years ago."

Deg.

This time my mind shattered, the sky seemed to collapse along with the world that seemed to spin so fast. I am Elinda Farhana who used to say happy now changed to suffer. Look at her calmly she told me, the woman before me is my honey. It's not that I'm the honey, it hurts so much. I thought it hurt a lot in the duakan, but it turned out to be the second one was also very painful. I smiled with tears in my eyes.

"Don't joke, this isn't funny!!!" I said full of wounds.

"It's no joke, it's no joke either. I asked my husband to remarry because we don't have children, whereas we need an heir to my husband's fortune," obviously that woman was on me.

"Heir?" my tears never stopped falling on my cheeks, it felt like the torrential rain beat my tears. The loud rumbling noise that was burning in the sky overcame the pain my husband had uttered, I was wounded. No, he's not thinking of me.

"There is no need for me to explain in length, because it is not important, now this baby is my baby," said Diana again.

I shook my head, "I am the Mother, I gave birth to her, I carried her for nine months...."

"But she now has, you're just a tool to give birth to the heir of our family and you have no rights!" diana said again, then she just left with a woman who had entered with her just now.

"Give me back my baby...!!!!" i cried. My chest is very tight, the sewing wound during the birth of my son a few hours ago has not dried and now my son is taken for granted.

"Sorry Hanna, but everything has to be this way" Devan said.

"Sorry?!" look at this man in front of me saying sorry, sorry after the injury he gave me, "Give me back a child, you have no heart and I hate you!" exclaim me.

"Hanna, if you want to meet your son.Then be nice, stop yelling at me!"

Look at him, not feeling his sin threaten me.

"That's my son, and I'm entitled to that child!!!" exclaim me again.

"I'm also her father, and I'm entitled to my baby...."

"Now...that's my son..hiks....hiks.......hiks...." Just now, I hugged him. I just suckled her and now my baby has been taken for granted. I'm not willing, I'm really not willing to do everything that's happened.

"Shut up! No need to cry!"

After yelling at me Mas Devan straight out of my nursery, I really don't recognize him anymore. He's not my husband anymore, he's a devil in the form of my husband. Give me back my husband, the husband who loved me so much, who was not willing to see me hurt. What else until tears.