Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Forgive
BEFORE READING DO NOT FORGET TO CULTIVATE LIKE YAA YES GUYS..........
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Tears melted on my cheeks, simple treatment Mas Dante managed to make my heart beat great.
"How Dear?" ask him again.
I replied with a nod. Because my tongue feels silly to answer his questions. I didn't expect it and it was like I was in a dream world.
"Thank you, honey," he said.
Dante stood up and put the ring on my ring finger. I was overwhelmed and couldn't help my happiness. I still wonder to myself, am I dreaming? It's like in a fairy tale world, where a prince proposes to an ordinary girl.
"Don't cry." Dante wiped my tears.
"Mas, I didn't dream, did I?" ask me.
How can I not say this is a dream, after I was broken by all reality, now there are men who want to accept me as I am.
"You're not dreaming, honey. Thank you for being in life, Mom. We want to grow together. Treating all wounds in the chest" said Mas Dante.
I hugged this heavy body. It feels so comfortable. I am not a good and strong woman. But circumstances forced me to grow up to be a mature and strong woman. Very comfortable this hug, is it because it has been almost a year I was widowed and then need warmth even though it is just someone's hug?
"Mas, thank you," said I buried my face in Mas Dante's field.
"Together, Honey. You should thank me for you." I felt him pecking at the tip of my head.
She is my boss and my ex-sister-in-law. I can't believe it was the beginning of the meeting when Tata called me mommy. Even the things that have been passed with this man and now, he has become one of the reasons why I exist until now. May our love be forever. May there be no more wounds and tears left in the soul. May we be happy until death do us part.
I promise to love Tata as much as I love Nara and Naro. For me Tata is the figure of Kak Killa in a small version, although I did not have time to meet my twin. But the figure I can feel in Tata.
"Mama."
"Mommy."
Our hugs came off when we heard the tiny voice. My smile expanded when I saw Nara, Naro and Tata walking towards us. Nara was already able to walk normally without a cane, she also did not complain anymore of enduring the pain. Now he's normal like the other kids.
Mas Dante and I crouched down to welcome our three children. This intimacy should not pass quickly. May this happiness be one of the endings of my story. Hope and dreams are beautifully engraved.
Nara and Tata hugged me tightly. While Naro was directly carried by Mas Dante. If Naro used to like Divta and even asked me to make Divta his father's replacement. But since the presence of Mas Dante, his heart turned away.
"Fine."
I was silent when I heard that voice. Suddenly I turned and saw my real father and stepmother walking towards us.
Suddenly I let go of Nara and Tata's arms while standing up, then shifted their position and took refuge behind me. I don't know why, I'm afraid that Chelsea and her mom are hurting the kids.
"What's wrong?" ask me without looking at his face.
"Honey, you talk to them first" whispered Mas Dante.
I nodded and half shifted to make room for Nara and Tata to get closer to Mas Dante.
"Daddy apologizes to you. Sorry Daddy wasn't looking for you all this time. Daddy...." He sniffled in front of me. I don't know what made him so sad and devastated. "Daddy still can't make your brother's departure. But after seeing you today, the wound in Daddy's heart was slightly healed," he said with a sad and fragile look.
I kept quiet and did not answer. All the pain hit my chest again. Even though I just felt happy, now it turns out that there are people who are trying to reopen old wounds.
"I'm sorry Daddy, son," he said, clasping my hand.
"Ara," call my stepmother Chelsea. "Mommy's sorry about you, too. Mommy shouldn't have said that hurtful thing. Mommy really broke after losing your Mommy and Mommy also had to replace her to be your mother and Killa" she explained. I looked at the middle-aged woman's face.
I still remember him saying I'm the son of a fucking carrier. Is there a child who wants to be born in this world? If his birth alone made and lost the man who had already bet his life for him? There aren't. Every child who is born wants to see the face of his mother.
"Mommy's been rough with you. Mommy loves you, Mommy doesn't look between you and Chelsea. You're both kids, Mommy," she said.
I glanced around me, all the family members gathered except Chelsea who had never been friends with me.
"I'm sorry for Chelsea's rude nature. Chelsea do not want Mommy to be your Mother, until now she has not accepted the reality. But Chelsea was actually a good boy, it's just that Mommy wasn't able to guide him" he continued.
Again I looked at his face, looking for lies from his words. Who knew he was acting in front of me to trick me. But I found no lies there. Just the sincerity of every word.
"I'm sorry Mommy" he said once again.
I took a long breath. Honestly, the anger and disappointment still echoed in the chest.
"Fine." My stepmother took my hand.
Whether in the real world or novels, there is rarely a good stepmother. It seems like the story of onions and garlic is true, where stepmother likes to torture her stepson.
"Mommy, you know you're mad at Mommy. Mommy was wrong, Mommy should understand your feelings," he said again.
I tried to smile. Trying to get hurt. Trying to make peace with the past. There's no harm in me apologizing to both of my parents, even though it's possible that my heart was hurt worse. But is not true love when we are able to forgive the faults of others.
"Sorry Daddy, Ara."
I was shocked when my biological father knelt at my feet and my stepmother followed the same.
"Dad. Mom, no need," I'll just shrug their shoulders.
Spontaneously, I called them with the call, but I still hold anger in them myself. However, I am also grateful if I am not banished maybe I will not meet Mas Galvin and have Nara and Naro. It could be that I didn't meet Henny and Mira either. Or I won't be in a relationship with Mas Dante, all the events of this process have determined my character to be a tough woman.
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