Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Trying to live life
BEFORE READING DO NOT FORGET TO CULTIVATE LIKE YAA YES GUYS..........
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I walked aimlessly, somewhere my ship would sail. Too many waves crashing that almost made it sink. I can't drive this ship, I don't want to drown and die in vain. Let it be in the middle of the ocean even though I don't know where the island I'm headed.
I woke up early, prepared breakfast for the children and took care of Naro's school supplies. While Nara has not been able to do her usual activities, her condition has not been able to go to school today.
"Mom, Naro wants fried rice," pinta Naro sipped his plate.
"Yes Son." My smile was getting Naro fried rice.
Father and Mother will take care of Nara at home and take care of Nara's food and medicine. Actually I'm not good at involving parents in my son's business, but there's no other way. I can't take care of Nara 24 hours because I have to work and support this little family of mine.
"Mama, when can Nara get into school?" ask Nara.
"Prophey, honey. If Nara's condition has recovered, Nara can go to school as usual" I explained with a smile.
"Yes Ma, Nara promised to be healed," she replied smiling.
Sometimes the feelings of a child are hard to understand. Last night Nara cried hysterically to sleep because she missed her Papa. However, look at this morning he looked cheerful as if nothing had happened.
However, I am grateful that Nara did not dissolve in grief. Although I'm sure when the longing strikes, he'll go back to yank asking to be reunited with his Papa.
"Naro, I'll borrow your book. Brother wants to learn," pinta Nara.
"Lho, Brother's book isn't it much? Why should I ask Naro for a book?" naro asked in surprise, he glared at his brother.
"Ck, I'm tired of learning 5th grade. Brother wants to learn another 3rd class lesson," replied Nara with a sigh.
I chuckled softly, there's just this Nara. He likes to upset his sister. Moreover, the nature of Naro is cold and always serious, very difficult to joke.
"So," said Naro rolling his eyes lazy.
Dad chuckled softly. A father like her loved Nara and Naro so much, she even willingly lived with me in this hut of pain. I also requested that Father and Mother look at Pontianak alone, although many of Dad's efforts are accommodated but there are relatives who take care of.
"Continue eating first" said Dad.
"How do you do Ra?" ask Mother.
I always salute Mother's meek and caring nature to me. He knows where the lowest point of my life is. Although there was no blood flowing in my body but I felt we were very close like mother and son.
"Surfing, Mom. But Ara hasn't been in for a long time" I replied.
"Have you asked for a license?" ask Dad.
After breakfast, Naro and I bid farewell to the office. The direction of Naro's office and school is not far, only a few kilometers different.
When we got out of the fence, I saw Mr. Dante's car just came and parked in front of the house. He got out of the car with a smile.
"For Son," said Mr. Dante.
"Om Good!" exclaim Naro.
Naro rushed towards Mr. Dante, was up into my boss's sling. I forced a smile. I'm not ready to go to work today. It felt like my body was still tired, but I couldn't possibly wail long-lasting greetings of sadness. Someone will come and go in this life. I can't help anyone who wants to disappear, because I might as well be gone when the time comes.
"How are you, Son?" asked Mr. Dante to lift Naro's body.
"Healthy Om Good. Om Good how are you too?" tanya Naro wrapped her bare hands around Mr. Dante's neck.
"Om good is healthy too, Son. Let's go, you'll be late" he said.
I took a long breath. I don't know what Mr. Dante means, early in the morning already picked up. To be honest, I feel uncomfortable. Moreover, the aboutga here know that I just lost my ex-husband. They might think that I'm flirting with my own boss.
I got in the car. I don't talk much. Like her I need to speak to Mr. Dante one eye, in order to keep limits on us. I want to live a quiet life, I don't want any slander between us. It's been enough all this time that I've been terrorized by Chelsea's madness. I don't want anyone close to Mr. Dante to do the same.
"Om Good, Which Tata is Om? Why not invited?" ask Naro.
Naro likes Tata, they often play when Mr. Dante takes his son to the hospital to nudge Nara. Though Naro, this is the type of child who is difficult to get along with others. But when he was with Mr. Dante and Tata he seemed to show his true nature. While on Divta, Naro began to keep his distance after being threatened by Chelsea. His adult mind immediately understood what the former wife of Divta meant.
"Signs are also school, Son. Later sometime Good Om, take you guys on the road. How's it?" haggling Mr. Dante.
"Well, Om. But wait for Kak Nara to heal," replied Naro immediately saddened. Nara and Naro are rarely separated, although they both often argue like brothers in general. But they both love each other.
"Why wait for Nara's sister to recover?" asked Mr. Dante to glance at Naro. I just kept quiet and listened to their conversation.
"Sir Nara likes to walk Om Good. There used to be Papa, we often vacation to the beach every weekend," explained Naro.
Mr. Dante looked silent. While I say nothing. Before Mas Galvin betrayed my trust, we always took the children on vacation to Singkawang every weekend. The distance between Pontianak and Singkawang is only 4 hours and sometimes we stay at hotels to entertain the children.
Mas Galvin used to treat us like the most precious treasure of his life. Even since we were married she had never physically hurt me at all, she could always ease her emotions when we fought. In a family not one hundred percent will be peaceful. But I used to be grateful, no matter how great we fought over whether it was children or finances.
"Not be sad. Later wait for Kak Nara to heal, Om Baik will take you for a walk in the zoo. Wanna?" said Mr. Dante offered.
"You're Good!" exclaim Naro.
I forced a smile. All the memories of Mas Galvin were recorded back in my head. But I try to be strong so as not to be sad for too long. Moreover, the accusation of selfishness is still pinned on me by the family of the ex-husband. I try not to care, if they think I do. What can I do, other than accept the accusation with a firm heart.
Seriate......