Married Three Breeding Widow
Why Not Understand?
Living in a house that has two atmosphere actually feels like hell for those who have to condition themselves. Juwita felt like crazy when she had to look okay in front of the boys—kids who felt they were her son if it had to be clarified—but one side she also had to be angry at one of them.
Juwita was envious because her children preferred their brothers and Papa, but Juwita was never this grateful because she had so much time waiting for Abhimanyu to come home.
"Where are you from?" asked Juwita directly, as soon as Abhimanyu came with his bike, the afternoon the next day.
"None of your business." The boy tried to pass away, thinking that Juwita would pity him as a boy.
"Yes, it's my business" Juwita said, pulling Abhimanyu's arm so as not to enter.
They could not fight inside so Juwita deliberately waited for him outside. "I told you to go home. I haven't given you permission to leave."
"Fvck it, Juwita!" Abhimanyu pulled his arm roughly. "Well, don't you care what I do so why are you so busy taking care of me?"
"That's your father not me! I am yes I am!"
"Keep what, huh? Want to keep me sitting at home?"
"Yes, though." Juwita folded her hands and looked at Abhimanyu without any pity anymore. "I pull you out of bed not to make your mastiin eat every day at home. That makes your mastiin not go anywhere else, busting girls I don't know who else."
Abhimanyu laughed cynically. "Weird, huh? Girls are cheap, depending on the price. No need to price it. You know, right?"
"Yes, I really understand that you're a brain scum." Juwita robs Abhimanyu's motorcycle keys and throws them off the roof.
His eyes did not leave Abhimanyu in the least while doing so.
"Denger well, boy, I'm not a child you can debate your rebellious mind. I don't care about your business outside but from now on enter your room, stay at home."
Abhimanyu tightened his jaw. "Lo told me what to get at home?"
"Lo!"
Just now Abhimanyu had advanced even though it might just be a resistance gesture, his body was pushed roughly by Banyu.
"Back off, sluut!" Banyu put on his body as if he was ready to beat up Abhimanyu right then and there. "Gue doesn't care how you do anymore but Juwita isn't where you're asking for life!"
Abhimanyu grabbed the collar of the Banyu T-shirt. The two of them looked like they really wanted to hit each other but Juwita did not want to see such a stupid thing.
Juwita pulled Banyu back, rubbing her chest to calm down.
"It's okay, it's okay, Boy." Juwita smiled at her husband's second child. His burning heart was inevitably a little amused because there was at least one child who survived to stay sane.
When Juwita does that to appease Banyu as his 'child', in Abhimanyu's eyes it looks more like a romantic scene that makes jealous.
Abhimanyu's brain may have gone insane and can no longer be repaired.
The child stepped carrying the embers of jealousy in his heart, only able to feel madness.
Wh why? Why exactly did Juwita not understand? Doesn't he always understand? He should have understood that Abhimanyu could not stop even though he wanted to.
As Abhimanyu sat on his bed, clutching firmly at his hair hoping that the pain brought sanity, which Abhimanyu could instead obsess over.
He wants Juwita. Abhimanyu desperately wanted it even though he saw Papa hugging Juwita. Abhimanyu wanted it until he felt his heart begin to hate Papa.
"Ma." Abhimanyu groaned but in the end nothing changed.
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