Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Resembled
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"Mom, accompany Tata yidul noon," pinta Tata.
I took a long breath. Refuse to be unpleasant.
"Yes, baby" I said.
"Ra, sorry again. It's been a hassle for you," said Mr. Dante, looking to take a deep breath.
"It's okay, sir," I said.
"Yes you have slept in my room yes" said Mr. Dante.
"Let's go, baby" take me to lift Tata's body.
Mr. Dante invited us into one of his rooms. Mr. Dante's room is so luxurious, it turns out there is a special room for rest as well here as in the novels.
"Mom, come here," take Tata who has gone up to the bed. While Mr. Dante is out.
"Yes my son" I said.
I took off my shoes and followed Tata up on the king-size mattress. This room is luxurious and clean with a neat look at the items inside. Of course it is much different from my room on BTN.
"Mommy, read Tata's new book," Tata's book again
"Yes, son," I answered one of the books on the table.
I read fairy tales like I used to do for my two children. Not long after, a soft snore sounded from Tata's mouth. I smiled warmly as I rubbed the delicate cheeks of this little girl. Too bad Tata, at a age that does not understand anything, has to lose the figure of a mother.
Losing a mother is like losing a lamp in her child's life. That is how Tata feels. Although this girl did not express her pain, but I understood the hurt feelings. Because my two children also lost the figure of a Papa at the age of those who are still fairly young.
I stared at the entire luxurious room of Mr. Dante and accidentally I stared at one figura, seen a couple who were staring at the camera.
"Why does her face look so much like mine?" ask me to take that photo.
Yes, it's true why the face of the woman in the photo is so similar to me. Only what distinguishes the hairstyle, his hair is long and dangling which is deliberately given hair dye.
"Am I a twin?" muttered.
Is it a coincidence that there are similar people in this world without having blood ties? It's worth our first meeting, Mr. Dante saw me not blinking. A Tata call me mommy, it turns out my face is very similar to the one who has been gone for good.
"Who is he?" muttered.
A lot of questions came to my mind. Until I put the photo back in its place, before this strange feeling appeared in my heart.
I looked at Tata's sleeping face, I saw at a glance Tata's face was so similar to mine, from nose to lips. His eyes look like Mr. Dante. I don't understand, what exactly is going on?
Am I a twin? But I never heard of that? Mom and Dad never told me this. Brother Dea and Brother Delicia didn't tell me either.
I took away all my wandering thoughts. It must be just a coincidence, I cannot possibly have a relationship with Mr. Dante's deceased wife. Our faces may be similar. This vast world must be many people who have the same face.
"Mom," call Tata to pull my hand to pat her ass.
My hands were patting Tata's ass, but my mind wandered everywhere. I just realized when I first came in here, many were looking at me strangely. Do they think I'm the incarnation of Mr. Dante's wife who died a few years ago.
Like Tata knew I was thinking something. Are our thoughts connected to each other? Though Tata was closed, she did not see my eyes and facial expressions at all, so how could she know if I was thinking?
"No Honey. Let's go to sleep again" I said gently.
"Mommy, don't lose anymore. Same order Daddy lonely yanpa Mommy," said Tata shirih while tightening his embrace what my stomach.
"Yes Nak. Mommy will be here to accompany Tata," I said.
No more questions from her small mouth, this girl sleeps comfortably in my arms. I closed my eyes, put away all the feelings that were in there. Why is the image of the photo still ringing in my head? I can't possibly be reincarnated and call upon Mr. Dante's ex-wife's face.
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So long ago I thought, I didn't realize that I was also sound asleep with Tata. As it was late afternoon, I had to pick up the kids at school.
"Astag, it's late afternoon."
I got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash my face.
"Mommy," cried Tata.
I immediately ran out of the bathroom. Afraid of something happening to Tata, can hang me if the boss's son to harm.
"Dear, why?" I asked in panic as I ran towards the bed.
"Tag."
It appears that Mr. Dante also entered the room with a worried face, as his screams Tata heard from outside. This room should be soundproof.
"Hiks, Mommy. Don't stay with Tata," her fists hugged me while crying.
If this kid keeps clinging to me, how am I supposed to get home? It's Nara and Naro's hour home, they must have been waiting at Miss Dessy's house. Poor my two children, they must also be hungry even though they have lunch.
"Dear, Mommy's not going anywhere. Mommy just washed my face" I said.
Though I had not had time to wash my face, hearing Tata scream I immediately rushed here, afraid if there was something on him.
"Tata, you don't make Daddy panic anymore. We go home, son," said Mr. Dante softly while rubbing long hair Tata who hugged me tighter.
"Mayu puyang's eyes are the same Mommy," his fuss.
Oh, my God, if I come home with Mr. Dante. And what about the kids? There's no way I'm asking Divta for help, I don't want any more problems with Chelsea.
"Yes yes, we go home with Mommy," said Mr. Dante seemed to let out a long sigh.
"Ra, you come with me home for a while. I'll take you later" said Mr. Dante. "So I told Mira to pick up your two children and all your work has also been done by others" explained Mr. Dante.
I breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out that Mr. Dante was quite understanding, fortunately all my work and the children were picked up. If not, I'll be in the fog doing all of it.
"Yes sir, thank you" I said forcing a smile.
Actually I want to ask, who is Mr. Dante's late wife and why is she so much like me? To be honest I was curious, did his and Mr. Dante's late wife have a blood relationship unknown to our parents? Could it be like in Korean novels or dramas, where twins are separated by one of the doctors because someone wants to adopt them? It could be like that.
I shook my head, and brushed off the impossible feeling in my heart. There can't be a story like that in my life.
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