Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Penal
BEFORE READING DO NOT FORGET TO CULTIVATE LIKE YAA YES GUYS..........
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I'm sitting here watching Mas Galvin, the former mother-in-law and Lucia in the courtroom. The three of them sat down with their heads down, let alone the camera shots from the reporters were understated with each other .
"For the premeditated murder committed by his brother Namira and the head Lucia Nara and Naro, the son of Diandra then according to the law will be sentenced to life imprisonment" the judge said
I smiled cynically, I paid for all the pain I felt all along. The betrayal that Mas Galvin and Mom gave me has been felt as well.
"For Galvin's brother for negligence in guarding his mother and wife, he will be sentenced to twenty years in prison" the judge said
Mom and Lucy were crying hysterically on the floor. While Mas Galvin just looked down. Could it be that there was a feeling of regret in his heart for having made such a big mistake in his life.
"With this the trial is closed."
Tok tok tok tok
Three times the hammer was hit which meant noon was done. I closed my eyes for a moment. I don't know, between contentment and guilt. I just taught them a lesson. Fortunately they were not sentenced to death for premeditated murder, the judge still granted leniency for one reason or another.
"Ra, are you okay?" Divta clasped my hand.
I deliberately didn't bring Nara and Naro to this trial, I didn't want them to see the destruction that happened to their father. I understand the feelings of children like my two children, surely they want a full family. Same with me too. But what is my day that is unable to provide that happiness for Nara and Naro.
"I'm fine Ta" I replied.
I was shocked when someone pulled my hair out strongly.
"Basically women*****, cheap women, women have no heart!" hardik's ex-mother-in-law pulled my hair.
"Take off" jolted Divta.
Instantly the atmosphere became boisterous and violent. My hair is tangled and messy as a result of a former mother-in-law's tether.
The former mother-in-law along with Mas Galvin and Lucia were immediately secured by the police.
"Ra are you okay?" ask Mas Bayu.
"Indeed the basic women itch," quipped Kak Dea.
"It has. It's been. Let's go home," take Divta.
At first glance my gaze and Mas Galvin meet. Mas Galvin's face looks sad. 20 years of prison is not a short time, not even much different from a lifetime. However, that is the punishment for people who commit crimes like Mas Galvin and his family.
I walked out of the courtroom. My head was still in pain from the pull of the former mother-in-law. I should have been the one who was angry instead of him because I wasn't wrong.
"Don't think too much" whispered Divta. We are currently in Mas Bayu's car. On the front bench, there are Kak Dea and Mas Bayu. Behind me and Divta.
"You are safe Ra," said Mas Bayu chimed in.
"Thank you for helping" I said.
I am grateful that there are people who would support me in this. Mas Bayu, Kak Dea and Divta were the ones God sent to help me stand up. I hope they are given extraordinary health until their lives are happy later.
"How is Nara's treatment?" ask Mas Bayu.
"My money hasn't been collected yet, Mom," I said.
"Sister also has savings, Ra. You can use it to treat Nara," continued Kak Dea.
I shook my head, "No need, brother. A little more of my money will be collected all," I refused.
I don't want to trouble them too much. I want to be independent and face my own problems. My salary is big enough for our living expenses. After Nara recovers I'll move to the old house. Because that house I bought some time ago, even though it's still credit.
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I looked at the faces of my two children who were sleeping comfortably. My heart again sliced pain when I saw the condition of Nara's legs. Indeed, the former mother-in-law and Lucia and Mas Galvin are human beings who do not have feelings. Barbaric humans. I'm grateful that they're in prison for life, isn't that much different from the death penalty? Living in iron bars until death picks up, is like plunging into a ravine and committing suicide.
"I'm sorry Mama, honey."
I lay hugging Naro from behind. My son this one is the toughest of his mama. He could always hide all his pain through his cold and indifferent face. Though I knew deep down that he kept something that he shouldered himself.
Premature adulthood is not something that is easy at a young age like her. Naro, who was supposed to enjoy playing time at school with his friends, had to spend it thinking about something he wasn't worth thinking about.
"Mama." Naro.
Naro turned towards me. I could no longer stand, tears breaking in my chest.
"Cry, Ma," said Naro rubbing my back fondly.
The difference between Nara and Naro is his maturity. If Nara would forbid me from crying, then Naro would let me cry instead. Yes, crying does not solve the problem but crying can give relief in the chest.
"I'm sorry Mama, Son," I said softly.
"Mama is not wrong" Naro said.
"But Mama can't make you happy yet" I said.
"We are happy with Mama" replied Naro.
"But Mama can't give you complete affection" I cuddled Naro's little body.
"Mama gave everything to Nara and Naro" Naro said.
In the silence of the night I cried in the embrace of this little body. Destroyed all the hopes I carved with the taste. Now, I'm sorry I used to defy my father's words. Had I not been pregnant out of wedlock I would have now become a successful woman working in my own field of expertise.
"The two of you are the most precious treasure in your life" I said.
"Naro dear Mama," said Naro as well.
Nara was sleeping next to us. My little girl never complained about the pain in her legs. He just often asks where is Papa? However, after a long time we passed with sweat and tears. Nara finally understood that the separation between us could not be avoided.
Although I know, Nara is not as strong as I see her. He was just pretending so I wouldn't be sad to see him complain. It was impossible for such a small child to feel no pain in his body. Moreover, this Nara is clumsy and spoiled.
"Mama, do we just move Ma? Naro wants to go home to us" Naro said, staring at my face.
"Dear, tomorrow we go home, son," I said.
Although Kak Dea and Mas Bayu are good to us. But it is still uncomfortable to trouble others even if it is your own brother.
Seriate...........