Married Three Breeding Widow
115. Not Accept it
"What do you want me to do, Bi? Hm? How am I supposed to be?" Juwita wiped her tears away, unable to hold back the tightness of it faced with all this annoying drama.
Yes, Juwita knows that this child is no longer sane. Juwita tried to understand and try to deal with it as a sane person, because telling people not to be sane so sane was in vain.
If it could be that easy, a soul doctor from the start was not needed.
But Juwita's chest is tight. Here Abhimanyu like this, there Adji so, everywhere Juwita became a target as if Juwita forced everyone to make it bad.
What ever? Did Juwita ever tell them to make a noise? Has one of Juwita's words ever come out to let them fight?
"You want me to go?" ask Juwita again, among her cries.
On the other hand, Mbak Ria has been seen watching, with her husband who sees Juwita concerned.
"You want me to say? You think I'm the one who made you guys like this? You think it's because I'm so fucked up like this? If you want me to go, Bi, tell me the obvious."
Abhimanyu.
"Say me here. Go home, tell your dad, tell him that it's clear to him that I'm making you feel at home. Your father will not choose me over you. Not likely. Tell him not to believe it."
Juwita pressed her forehead against the door frame, crying to her chest. His head ached, dizziness was overwhelming and nauseous.
But if you don't hold back, Juwita feels like she can go crazy with everyone.
"I'm always the one who gets hit" sobbed Juwita unconsciously. "You're like this, I'm the one who's got it. I'm not acting so you're angry, leaving home. You're out of school, your dad who went to school asked you to do it, I got it, too."
"...."
"I told you to tell your father to stop you. Because I don't take care of the family, because all I'm doing is your Papa's money, so you must be unemployed let your Papa's money go to all of me."
Juwita was already unaware that she was spewing out her honest feelings.
"I never asked your father to come to me. You know well, I didn't know who your father was when he came. I don't know her name is Adji, I didn't know she had kids, I didn't know any of you!"
"I accept your father because of money. I don't know what else to do, Mom has to operate, I don't want Mom to do anything so I married her even if her son is three, even if his age is far from me, even if everyone says I'm not*nte."
"...."
"Keep now what, huh? Now what? I have to tell your Papa to ngusir Banyu the same Cetta? Let me make my own son, forget all you troublesome? You think I'm like this? You think I'd beg like this? You think I'm not ashamed here?"
Juwita rubbed her eyes rough. Turned away from the room, from Abhimanyu who turned his body so as not to be seen crying.
"You're tired of the situation, I know. It's just me too, Bi. I don't know why everyone hates. I'm just here everybody doesn't like."
And Juwita thinks at least in their family, in the family Melisa left with Juwita, at least they are friends.
They understand each other it feels cornered by the brainless opinion of the next party. Yesterday they had a fight, but they slowly accepted each other.
Then it turned out that he was still doing this, as if he was still dissatisfied with Juwita.
"I don't mean you anymore."
Juwita bit her lips that were vibrating with emotion.
"Let's go home. You go home, I go. Don't make your Papa difficult. He's tired of work. She loves you the same. It's hard to be honest."
Although Abhimanyu did not reply, Juwita passed. Take the car home.
Juwita did not immediately tell Adji that he wanted to leave, just wanted to separate because it seemed like circumstances did not allow them to unite for too long.
But Juwita's decision has been unanimous, assuming Melisa's children and her family will be much happier if Juwita leaves.
This place does not accept Juwita. He can't force it anymore if they don't like to see it.
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