Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. Tata Story 26's.
Gevan POVs.
"Where have you been, Van?" ask Queen cynically. He folded his hands on his chest while putting on his upset face.
"Hospital," I answered.
I sat down on the sofa and took off the shoes and suits that were on my body. I actually wanted to stay in the hospital but Queen has been terrorizing me ever since. Why is my wife's nature changing more and more? He's possessive and always curbed me.
"To the hospital or to meet the widow?" syndicate Queen.
I clenched my hand tightly. I regret having come into contact with this demonic woman.
"Get your word, Queen!" my hardik.
"Lho, what's wrong? Tata is a widow, right?" he said lightly.
I don't know why I don't like him saying that to Tata even though the truth is true. It was all because of me who had released the gem just because of the old thing in front of me.
I gripped Queen's chin violently. I'm really mad. He can forbid me from meeting Tata but not Lala. After all, Lala is my biological daughter and my flesh and blood.
"Aw, sick, Gevan," Queen whispered.
"Never say anything about Tata. You should be self-conscious, because you've taken people's husbands." I smashed Queen's chin violently.
The woman seemed to be in pain. He held his red chin as a result of my hand. I don't even care about her humming. I'm sure I'm not just the father of the baby in the womb. Hasn't he always liked to change partners.
"Are you aware, Gevan? If you are not so different from me. No matter how hard I snatch you from Tata, if you really love him. You'll survive even in the storm."
I did not respond to Queen's words and entered the room while slamming the door violently. What he said was true if I loved Tata I shouldn't have been tempted in spite of being seduced.
I was still sitting curled up on the floor and leaning on the lip of the bed hugging my photo with Tata and Lala.
Queen kept knocking on the door asking me to open it. I don't care at all. This is the greatest folly of my life, one that is more concerned with lust than my little family. At the end of it I enjoyed a time of regret that led to suffering.
I buried my face on both knees, crying in silence. The feeling of longing is now seeping into the recesses of my heart. Lala my little daughter is sick with a serious illness, I as a doctor can not even do anything. It's okay for me to be separated from him all this time as long as he lives on and continues my dreams and ideals.
I just realized that my feelings for Queen are just an obsession. The only thing I miss is Tata, not Queen. Now, I regret all the stupid things that blew my whole body away. I even hate the woman who ruined my home life.
"Lala," Iid.
I'm really sorry I left Tata. Then choose a Queen who is clearly not a good woman.
What do I have to do to make amends for my two children and my ex-wife, Lala. I don't think I can breathe living in this guilt. Whatever, I'll do it to accept their forgiveness. If necessary, I'll give my life to my son and my ex-wife.
I bowed with tears. What would happen to me if Lala really left for good? When I separated because of my stupidity, it made me feel like I was losing my way. What if I really lost that little girl I loved so much. I hope Lala is okay.
"Metal."
My crying broke again. I hit my chest repeatedly as I felt a breath clenched in my chest. I'm afraid Lala's gone. I'm afraid Lala's missing. I haven't been a good father to her even I've failed to take on my role.
The recording of our memories together seemed to ring back in my head. We lived happily and loved each other. The female system is independent and hard, but I like her assertive attitude. I really love her. But somehow I hurt her heart? Somehow did I let the Queen into our marriage? I understand the feeling of disappointment and anger in Tata's heart. He was willing to leave his family to live with me. However, I made it seem like I chose the wrong partner.
I sat down cringing with all the regret that was seeping in my chest. I thought, would it be better for me to die after this? There was no hope for me to fight to stay alive. Without Tata and Lala my life is empty. They are the source of my happiness. However, now that happy source had been lost and gone for good.
"Hiks hyks hyx."
I know sorry I won't bring back the ones who went back, the lost ones came back. All of his had passed along the time that pounced upon this chest.
"I'm sorry, Tata. Forgive me, please."
Maybe a million words of apology I say will not heal all the wounds that dwell in the hearts of Tata and our children. All free. It's all useless. But why is it just an apology that is now coming out of my lips. Really, I really can't live like this. I want to give up the destiny I have chosen.
"If I hadn't cheated on you, we would still be together today" I said in regret.
A very regretful regret has now made a hole in part of my heart. I actually hurt my own heart in this disgusting way. I know crying won't make all my problems go away, but why by crying I can feel the looseness in my chest.
"Pope, you're healing, son. Papa will do anything to keep you alive."
I took a picture of the three of us. We are still happy and complete. No storm has hit. I am a lucky husband to have a beautiful and smart and kind wife like Tata. He really did carry out his role as a wife and mother who always complements me and Lala.
However, everything changed when Queen came into our household. I faltered and was tempted and went through an affair behind my wife. I didn't think Tata was that smart in investigating my affair. Indeed something wrong will be discovered too even though he is hiding in any way.
"Lala you have to hold on, son. Papa will heal you. You're the spirit of his heal."
Seriate...