Married Three Breeding Widow
120. Nothing Can Be Detained
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Juwita's cry was almost without a sound, filling the silence of her room. Even until the night Juwita did not come out, just crying in the room, muffling her voice with a pillow.
At what time, Juwita's room door was suddenly knocked.
Followed by the distinctive sound of Bima.
"My sweet, want a martabak? I bought a jumbo, you know. Lo nih's favorite. Extra meat."
Juwita is not hungry. Not eating anything either. Moreover, his eyes were still leaking as well.
But Juwita moved, tidying up, trying to look okay even though his eyes were swollen.
In front of the room Juwita happened to be directly facing the family room. It turns out there is still Mom, there is still Dad and of course also Bima.
"Wesss, my forbidden soul mate if it's just bobok is cute."
Juwita pursed her lips and laughed. Sitting beside Bima, leaning against her.
"Gue Kira Mas returned to Bali. Kak Yuli's mother did not want to be left for long?"
"July again OTW."
"Eh?"
Bima laughed proudly. "Gue's at home here, so stay first."
"Currently, your in-laws are angry. Beware you will return to Bali from the terrace."
"That's easy. Take a bribe with a wad of money. My henna is my in-law."
Juwita laughed off. Well, actually just trying to laugh loosely, comforting yourself hoping to be really happy. If not forced this way, Juwita might just trouble others.
He does not want to be a burden, so Juwita will try to solve his own problems.
I hope it can.
Bima's hands wrapped around her shoulders. Pulling Juwita leaned back, patting her face nosy.
He stayed because of Juwita. He always does if you know Juwita is sad.
Because Juwita often cried at him, often said that if there was a Father and Mother, Juwita was afraid to cry. Afraid of his parents thinking, burdened and worried all night.
"Son." She was standing next to the chair, offering a glass of chocolate. "Drink. Your favorite, right?"
"Here, taikucing." Bima nosed Juwita's nose.
Dad laughed too. Closer the martabak box to the front of his daughter because it has not been touched. "Eat, here. Bima buyin for you."
"Sapun. The song mager eat."
It turned out that Dad actually took the martabak piece, feeding it into Juwita's mouth.
At that point, Juwita's defense broke out. He opened his mouth as his tears spilled, and Mom immediately cried.
"Mother's Son."
Jowita tried hard not to cry. Very hard to resist. But the more it breaks, the more it hurts and hurts.
His body was tightly hugged by Mother, his hands were grasped by Bima and Father in front of him, trying to smile wipe away Juwita's tears.
All that actually forced Juwita increasingly sobbing.
"The wrong mother." That's what I whispered. "It's not your fault, honey. The wrong mother."
No. gabe.
There's absolutely nothing wrong.
Juwita is not crying because something is wrong.
He's just sad.
Just sad.
But he admitted, the sadness was a little too big for him to endure.
Even so, Juwita wants to try hard. Try not to be too sad. He didn't want to make his mother cry.
"Don't hold it, Wi." Bima whispered suddenly. "Nobody is angry. Still mending you sad here than lo diem-diem sad, even though everyone knows."
Juwita squeezed her hands tightly. Before you can realize it, Juwita's cry that was originally just a sob is now turning into a groan as if she was feeling pain.
There was nothing else he could hold.
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