Love and the Past
The Part 162
Dari attempts to chase Azka, to prevent her son from leaving the house that night, but Azka's nil has disappeared with her motorcycle.
With tears rolling down her cheeks, Tari walked back into the house and found Ans standing in the living room haughtily. Not feeling guilty for what he did without his knowledge.
Dancing rubbed his tears rough, approaching the husband with a look full of disappointment, his familiarity was exhausted, when he saw his only son was very desperate earlier. Azka looks so hurt because of Ans.
"You're satisfied Ans made Azka sad like that?" snapped Dance with a trembling voice.
"You defended him too?"
"Yes I defend my son. You have no heart to do all this. You can take down the mental high school boy who is struggling with his illness."
"You focus too much on the shortcomings of others without knowing your own inadequacies. You forgot to mirror Ans!" tengas Dance.
Ans was silent, if his wife had spoken up while crying it meant his mistake was fatal. Last time Ans saw Dari crying as he tortured Azka and lost their second baby.
"You Azka has a personality disease. Instead of helping him out of his problems you're making things worse."
"A ... Azka's sick?" nervous Ans.
Dance cynical smile. "Everything's over Ans."
The woman walked towards her camp, before long back to the living room with a suitcase in her hand.
"It seems you deserve to be left out. You have no heart, nor do you have feelings. Everything you did this time was unforgivable Ans. You managed to let me down and hurt my son."
"Day listen to me first, I'm doing this for Azka's future!" obviously Ans prevented his wife's departure.
"Azka's grown up she knows what's best for her and doesn't, stop fussing over my son's life. All this time I followed all your wishes to stay away from Azka because of your baseless jealousy. But everything I've done has gone to waste, you're still feeding Azka!"
"Have you forgotten what you did first? You're not much different from him, even worse. You ran away from home and chose to work for Kevin's company because you didn't want to be taken by your parents. You should have taught that, not repeated it to my son."
"Dance, pilis don't stay on my own!" please Ans. "I'm sorry, I was wrong."
He felt jealous of Anin, his best friend's life was filled with affection by the people around him.
Dari drives her car to her son's apartment, choosing to stay there for some time to wake Ans up for what the man is doing.
Dance was a little surprised as she opened the door and heard the noise inside there. He rounded his eyes in disbelief at the chaos of his son.
"Don't calm yourself!" Dance immediately hugged her raging son.
"Why should I have a Papi like Mi?" lirih Azka returned her Mamma's embrace. A hug that made her comfortable in addition to a warm embrace of Salsa.
"Is Azka wrong to want Azka's own happiness? Azka wants to be happy with Salsa. Azka has done everything Papi wanted, but why does Papi still hate Azka?"
"Excuse me dear Mami," said Tari buried her lips on the top of Azka's head .
"The fire never hated you, son, never. He loves you so much that he thinks about your bright future. It's just that, the way is wrong," said Tari continues to send positive opinions to her son.
"Azka's heart hurts Mi hear Papi ngehina Salsa," Azka fights on her Mammya.
"Where is Salsa now, dear? We'll meet him tomorrow and apologize."
"The next day he will have a kidney transplant in Bandung" Azka replied.
"We go to Bandung tomorrow to accompany him, so now rest first son. Have you eaten yet? Is the doctor's medicine taken?"
"Here you go" Azka replied.
"If you feel unworthy of someone, don't shy away from what else to leave. But improving yourself into a better person, slashing yourself to be with him." Dance Advice.
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