Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Unwanted child
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I was still silent and stared at each other with a middle-aged man. While the woman who was next to him looked at me dislike. What the hell is it?
"Come, Ra," asked Mr. Dante to hold my hand to sit on the sofa.
I don't think I fight anything. The whole blood flow in my body stopped flowing. My legs don't feel like they can support my whole body. Though it has not been explained what makes my parents throw me away when a baby, but this heart is like a heavy object.
"How are you doing Ara?" ask Mr. Dante's mom.
"Okay, Ma," I replied.
Mr. Dante and Tata sat next to me. From earlier Tata continued to stick like a postage stamp. Does Tata think I'm her real mama? Does Tata know that I don't have a blood relationship with him?
For a moment we all fell silent. I dare not look at the person who said both my parents were. Somehow remembering myself being thrown away like nothing, made my heart throb pain.
"Who are you?" ask the middle-aged man.
"Dad, are Killa twins?" ask Mr. Dante directly to the point.
"Who said twins? Our late son is not a twin" said the middle-aged woman who sat next to her mother Mr. Dante.
I lowered my head, holding a clear melt in my cheek. It turned out to be true, that I was an unwanted child. Hearing the answer from the woman made me a little regret trying to figure out the whereabouts of my biological parents. I should have realized from the beginning that the stuff that has been thrown away is not worth to be put back.
"Whose name are you, son?" Unlike this middle-aged man, he looked shocked to see me.
"Ara," I answered briefly densely and clearly.
He looked at me carefully, trying to score the parts of my face. Am I his wasted twin? Or I was intentionally thrown out.
"You're my daughter" she said in a hoarse voice.
I raised my head and looked at the middle-aged man. Suddenly our gazes met each other. Honestly my heart warms when I look at those old shady eyeballs, different when I see Dad.
"Where have you been all this time? After all this time, why just show your form?" asked the middle-aged woman to look at me cynically and disliked.
Why does the question seem to corner me? Is she Chelsea's mother?
"Shut up, Mom," hardened the man.
The man came closer to me, he shrugged my shoulders to stand up and equalized my height with him.
"It's not wrong, you're my son. You're my daughter," she said, researching my body. His eyes are already glazed.
I was biting my lower lip withstanding the cry, to be honest I missed this figure. He is my father, though I don't know the truth yet.
"You're Killa's twin. You're my son that I put in Suban and Melia" she said.
"I'm sorry Daddy, son. Daddy had to leave you to someone else. Forgive Daddy," he said, holding both my hands.
I was silent, staring at this old face. Is this really my father? I admit, the look in his eyes made my heart feel comfortable and shahdu. But if I'm his son why would he leave me to someone else?
"You grew up to be a beautiful woman, son. How did you get here? Have you not lived in the village all this time? You really look like your brother!" he nodded while rubbing my cheek.
From her tone of speech as if all this time she knew my whereabouts, but was reluctant to look for me. Am I really meaningless.
"How are you, son?" ask him who sees me just shut up.
I still don't answer, my tongue feels faint to answer all his questions.
"You really look like your brother. Sorry Daddy didn't look for you all this time, Daddy just_"
"Am I being dumped intentionally?" I asked him to cut his words. I don't like to talk about boring acting.
"Daddy_"
"Yes you were deliberately thrown out because of the child of the unlucky bearer," cut the middle-aged woman who sat beside her Mama Mr. Dante.
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My body instantly weakened when he said that I was the son of an unlucky carrier. What the hell does that mean?
"You know, your mother died because she gave birth to you. If only you had not been born into this world. My brother is still alive!" his hardik looked at me hatefully.
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"Enough, Nita. Please don't go on" said the man, who said he was my real father.
"Isn't the truth really so, Mom? Because she gave birth to him, Amel died? We shouldn't have to be reunited with him anymore" he said with emotions and a hunting breath.
While Mr. Dante and his family were silent to watch our debate. Tata cried sobbing in fear hugging her father. Soon Tata's nanny took the little girl into her room.
"You heard, you must know that because you gave birth to you, my brother lost his life. You want to know why we dumped you?" He looked at me cynically, his face was very similar to Chelsea. "Because you're the unlucky bearer," he accused.
My hands clenched tightly, displaying my handbooks until they turned white. My chest is like being stabbed by a thousand knives. Is this the reality that has been hidden? A reality I shouldn't know.
"Sorry, Ara. You should listen to Daddy's explanation first. Daddy didn't mean to throw you away. But at that time things were not good," he said trying to explain everything to me. Honestly, whatever language my parents explained, still can't treat the wounds that were scratched in there.
"Your mom died giving birth to you, you were our second child. After you were born, Mommy was bleeding heavily, which left her unable to survive. Daddy's alone, your grandparents live abroad. Honestly Daddy can't take care of you two. With Daddy forced to leave you to Daddy's old friend," he obviously held both of my hands.
I let go of the middle-aged man's hand. Of all the explanations he gave. I realized that I was an unwanted child. It makes no sense just because he can't take care of me and then he leaves me to someone else, while my twin brother with him to adulthood. So what's different about me?
"Daddy. Forgive Daddy, Ara, "he said regretfully and knelt at my feet crying.
This is a harsh reality that I really don't need to know. But because of curiosity where I was, made me keukeh search for the whereabouts of my parents. After I knew the truth, my heart was tormented again.
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