Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Requesting permission
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"Sir, I want permission to go to the hospital for a while, I'll be back" I told Mr. Deddy.
"Lho, who's sick, Ra? Is your child sick again?" ask Mr. Deddy. Mr. Deddy is an old friend of Mas Galvin, he used to come home often when discussing work with Mas Galvin. So I know him well enough.
"No sir, but my friend's son" I said.
"You've got the same permission, Mr. Dante?" mr. Deddy asked seemed busy with the files on his desk. Mr. Deddy is also the highest superior in this company.
"No sir" I replied, shaking my head.
"Yes, you're a permit to Mr. Dante. If he allows means allowed, otherwise yes do not hurt," seduced Mr. Deddy while chuckling softly.
I scratched my nape that wasn't itchy. Why should I give Mr. Dante permission when I tried to avoid meeting Mr. Dante today.
"Mr only let me hurry," I said reasoned.
"Don't you see my job much?" ketus Mr. Dante.
I let out a long sigh, "Yes sir," I said. "I'm sorry, sir," said my.
"Yes. Don't forget to go to Mr. Dante's room" said Mr. Deddy.
I came out of Mr. Deddy's room with my face bent in annoyance.
"Ra, how?" asked Mira who was from waiting outside.
"Requested permission from Mr. Dante directly," I said.
"Cie who will meet the storm," ledek Mira.
"Don't wait, Mir," ketus me.
"Yes let's go to Mr. Dante's room, later if it's noon can not be permission. Especially after lunch there was a meeting," invited Mira to hold my hand.
Me and Mira headed for Mr. Dante's room. If not for Al, I have no intention of coming to the hospital even if only Al who is sick.
"Good morning sir" said I.
"For Ara. What was? Tumben here?" ask her who's been sitting with the files on her desk.
Shit, why do I even remember what happened this morning. Even though Mr. Dante is ordinary. Why do I feel like a misbehaved person?
"Sir, I want permission to go to the hospital again. Later before lunch I return again to join the meeting with Father," I explained.
"Nara hurts again?" she asked to see me right away
"No sir, but Divta's son," I answered honestly.
"Divta?" repeat with a frown.
"Yes sir" I replied.
"You want to see Divta again? Is there no Chelsea?" ask Mr. Dante.
I just remembered that Chelsea is the brother-in-law of Mr. Dante and the half-sister of his late wife. If I'm the twin brother of Mr. Dante's late wife, it means Chelsea's my half-brother too. But why didn't Chelsea recognize my face when we knew him since High School? Totally out of reason.
"I just want to grab Divta's child, sir," I replied.
"I'm coming along."
I heard disbelief and suddenly looked at Mr. Dante, what was he saying? She wanna come?
"Surely sure?" ask me to make sure.
"Why? You don't see that I'm serious?" He squinted his eyes suspiciously.
"No, sir," I'm.
I don't know why I feel like Mr. Dante doesn't want me near Divta. Is he jealous? Obviously impossible, jealousy is her sign of love. There's no way Mr. Dante would like me and fall in love with a woman like me.
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"Why confused?" he asked to see me who was silent.
"Sir," call me a long sigh.
"Do you want to help me find out about my biological parents and my relationship with your late wife?" ask me, I hope he wants to. Because Mr. Dante is the only person I can trust right now to uncover all the curiosity that's seeping into my chest.
"You just calm down. Next week my two in-laws come here" he replied. "But my wife doesn't have a real mother, she has a stepmother and that's Mama Chelsea" he continued.
I fell silent, if so is my biological mother also dead?
"Yes sir" I said.
We walked in through the hospital corridor, without talking to each other.
Arriving at Al's inpatient room, it appears there are both Divta's parents and there is Chelsea as well. Then if there's Chelsea why did Divta ask me to come here?
"Mama," call Al.
All eyes looked towards the entrance where Mr. Dante and I were standing.
"Ara," said Divta slowly.
Chelsea looked at me furiously, looking very red from her face. While I don't care, because I don't live under his feet.
"Mama," call Al.
The 3-year-old was lying on a bed with an infusion needle attached to his bare hands. Al has not been fluent in speaking, but if he calls his mother's name he sounds good.
I walked in while smiling at the 3-year-old. Al's face was very similar to Divta's, her smile fluttering as I approached her.
"Mama."
Maybe he could just say Mama's name. As for the other talk, Al hasn't gone well.
"Hi hotshot Mama," said I sat on my lips without caring about Chelsea's sharp gaze.
"Mama." His eyes glazed over at me.
"Where's Son sick?" ask me gently.
"Here," said Al pointing to his chest.
I never saw Al and El again, other than taking care of Nara in the hospital. Chelsea's threat also made me unable to spend time with the two handsome and adorable boys.
"Mama elus yaa" I said gently as I stroked Al's chest.
"Al was looking for you, Ra," said Mama Divta who I consider to be my own mother.
"Yes Ma, sorry Ara just got a beard," I said forcing a smile.
"Is it good to be able to approach two men at once?" chelsea Syndicate.
"Chelsea," scolds Divta.
I don't care, my hands are still stroking Al's chest. Like this kid's short of breath. But I can't stop thinking, how can such a small child feel shortness of breath?
"Hiks hiks, Mama why yanye iyu even?" tanya Al sobbed in fear when he saw Chelsea angry.
I was surprised when Al called Chelsea with a aunt, but her Chelsea Mama. I should be called a aunt, because I'm not her mama.
"Div, take Chelsea out!" get Papa Divta.
"Yes Pa" replied Divta.
Chelsea rebelled when Divta took her out by force. While I take a long breath.
Seriate.....