Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
S2. Go away
Sometimes when you let go of someone you love so much not for not being in love but for letting him be happy in his own way. Although there are wounds and pains that spread in the heart, that is how to prove love through sincerity. Even though people say they should fight together but the circumstances force to let go of something that was once held so tightly.
Mentari Putri, 18 year old girl. Just felt what it was to fall in love but to be separated by different castes and degrees. It's okay Mentari lost Divta, but she didn't want Divta to lose her Mother. To Mentari the affection of a mother is like the sun shining on the world.
Even though his heart was very heavy to release the man. But this was the best path he had to choose. Love does not compel the will, but ultimately leaves a deep wound.
Mentari not only loves Divta but she also loves the two Divta twins. Al and El are like their own children, though not born from their womb. The two boys always comforted him in times of sadness.
"Come, son," asked Susanti to carry her old bag.
"Yes, Mom." The girl wiped her tears.
The two women waited at the bus stop, both choosing to go to the house of Mentari's sister who lives in the Pontianak area but is very far from Divta's house.
"I'm sorry, Dance, Mom. Because of Dance, I lost my job. Because Dance is also a mother in contempt," he said feeling guilty. Mentari is not a bad girl but currently she is really fragile and wants to cry. His chest was tight and painful, his whole body was broken and even his lips were not so painful the feeling he was now feeling.
Susanti rests Mentari's head on her shoulder. He rubbed the head of his daughter. He was also heartbroken like Mentari. It would be very painful to be forced to part with someone so loved.
"It's okay, Mom's fine. I actually thought of you. You hope you don't feel sad for long. Later the mother is sad too," Susanti said to calm her daughter.
"It's all wrong Dance, Mom. Tari should not let this feeling grow. Since the beginning of Dance has known that Dance and Mas Divta will not be able to be together. But Keukeh dance and hope that the miracle of blessing is there for us" she said sobbing as she hugged her mother and buried her face in her chest.
"Nothing's wrong, son. That feeling cannot be blamed. No one can choose whose heart should fall on whom. Sometimes people we hate and never expect make our hearts feel good. So I understand how you feel."
The middle-aged woman also shed tears. He felt a pain in his daughter's heart at this moment. As a mother, of course, she wants her child to be happy even though in the end the wound is embedded in the chest.
The crying of Mentari broke again. The cries of Al and El were still ringing in his head when he chose to leave the house. The shadow of tears dripping down the cheeks of the two children was like tormenting his chest. But what he could do other than to be sincere and accept all the destiny that was written before he was born.
"One day you will find another happiness. Start letting go of all those feelings, if you're a match there'll be a way to get back together."
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"Dance, Mother," greet a beautiful woman.
"Sister."
Mentari hugged her sister. They just got to the house of Tari's oldest brother. While his brother number two lives in a city district that is not too far from here and his third brother lives in a fairly far from the city of Pontianak.
"Why are you, Dance?" the woman rubbed her sister's head.
"Sister, the hyx hyx hyx." The cries of the Mentari sounded echoing. He seemed to channel the pain through the embrace that now made his heart feel bloody.
Susanti looked at her son. Broken heart never really joked especially considering all the humiliation that was thrown at his son.
The woman let go of her sister's embrace. She tears up her youngest sister.
Mentari simple girl who never shows if her brothers are people who also have influence. He always appears as it is even though his brothers love him very much.
"Let's go in" Meysa asked.
"Sir, please bring their bags!" get Meysa.
"Okay, ma'am," replied the housekeeper.
They entered the three-story mansion. Even more luxurious than Divta and Rein's house. The classic and natural decoration look is very eye-catching to stare long.
"What's really going on, Mom?" meysa looked at the two women.
Since he successfully became a doctor and was appointed as a director at the famous hospital in this city. He had already banned his mother from working and invited the middle-aged woman to live with him. But Susanti who is used to working is still keukeh to keep working because she is used to it.
"The story is long, son," Susanti replied.
Susanti is a poor woman who has amazing children despite not having a father since Mentari was a child. The third age of her brother is far from Mentari, even Meysa's child is Mentari's age, even though the woman was not married young. But his four children never snatched and spoiled him. In fact they can be successful and get high degrees as well as jobs that guarantee because of persistence in working hard.
"Dance, let's go slowly with Brother" said Meysa. The bespectacled doctor was very beautiful despite having three children.
"Sister." Mentari's tears escaped again. "Dari fell in love with a man, he's Captain Divta," explained Mentari.
"Captain Divta?" reset Meysa.
Mentari. Every time he remembered and mentioned the man's name his heart ached and hurt, very sick.
"Then?"
"His parents disagree, brother. They don't want to have a poor daughter-in-law like, Dance." The girl smiled wryly.
"He doesn't know you're Brother's sister?"
Mentari shook his head, "No, sister," he replied.
"Yes already, no need to cry. From now on you live here, after all you're on one campus with Gevan. So you can go with her" Meysa said, calming her sister.
"Yes, Brother. Dance wants to do anything," said Mentari. She's an independent girl who doesn't feel good about asking her brother for money.
"No need, you'll be Gevan's teacher." Meysa poked her sister's nose.
Susanti smiled warmly. He said a lot of thanks to God. His children who are successful in their respective fields do not forget their siblings or parents.
Seriate....