Love Choices Mas Duda
Syeni

Even on the way, Gharda was silent and did not answer Tiffany's question, her hands focused on turning the wheel her eyes saw the highway darkened at night while her mind was chaotic.

"Ghar, do you remember your promise? Don't be swayed by your mother's words, we need to stick together." Tiffany finally uttered what became her heartbreak after knowing the old woman had come.

But Gharda just turned a glance did not reply and then returned to driving.

"Ghar, don't keep quiet! Yoy!! I rejected your invitation, but you forced me to stay. Finally what? Your mommy was cynical to see me," said Tiffany snapping at Gharda. Not even respectfully he called the call to his own mistress.

"You failed to get close to Jelita, but you knew Jelita was the only way to ask for my mother's blessing. You better find another way to get that kid to want to be with you." That answer cornered Tiffany.

"Whataa! You yourself do not love Jelita, that much you say so that I can be closer. Now it's up to you, Ghar. If you don't test your son's DNA right away or not, why else would you keep him in your life? You yourself who doubted Jelita was not your son, now quickly prove it. I'm tired of continuing like this just teaching your mother's blessing that isn't even sure." Tiffany breathed in in frustration.

Their relationship looks beautiful but is inversely proportional in real life.

The car stops at the apartment Tiffany slams the door rough, without further ado Gharda turns the way home.

The turmoil in his battery made him unable to think clearly, the relationship with his mother was tenuous since he dated Tiffany, the love for his daughter was lost only because of the instigation of his suspicions.

Sure enough, his mother was still faithfully sitting on the sofa in her study, the woman smiled cynically at her only son.

"So you fooled mama, Gharda. What is on your mind exactly? This is the paper you were waiting for a week ago from Doctor Lefrando' right?"

Gharda was surprised how she knew about this. "Give me that paper, Mah?" Keukeh Gharda does not want to lose.

There was no sense of compassion in Gharda even though her mother had cried once, as if her eyes were closed without finding out the truth. "Don't talk about it again, Mah. Give me the letter."

Unexpectedly Syeni squeezed the certificate into a small circle and walked towards the bathroom and dipped it into a dipper filled with water, the paper was now crushed into pulp.

"Mom!" Bentak Gharda growling.

"Use your heart to feel it, not this unhealthy logic of yours!" sheni pointed at Gharda's forehead. "Conclude yourself without seeking the truth, abandoning the child himself without knowing what the reason is. Gharda, you will regret doing this, you have rejected Jelita, you have rejected the truth. The man who died with Araz wasn't his mistress, and Tiffany wasn't a good woman."

"Enough, Mah."

"You'll regret it after you know the truth, remember your words. If you're still not looking for the truth, then never cry if you're late." Syeni leaves Gharda in her study.

As Syeni walked down the stairs, Aunt Emma came to give her a cup of tea. "Can I hold on until the truth is revealed, Emma? My heart hurts so much."

"Don't talk like that, ma'am. The madam should keep her spirit healed at least seeing Jelita back on her daddy. Rest assured all of this is definitely passable," Emma comforted.

"That snake woman?"

"There is no carcass that does not smell" Emma said meaningfully.

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