Married Three Breeding Widow
Part 2 (Silent Wife Young Master)

The hysterical cry of a child seems to be accustomed to being heard from the magnificent residence. All the residents of the house even continued their activities regardless of how the little boy asked for forgiveness and help so that his little body survived the pain.

"Who told you to break the plate!" Elis folded the little fingers of the boy, giving him new pain after his calf was made to bleed. "You were told to wash the dishes! Not even broken dishes! You broke up yesterday too! You were on purpose, right?!"

Nabila screamed hysterically.

He tried to explain that he was unintentional. He doesn't know why he dropped it. Nabila's hand felt weak and suddenly the plate fell.

But instead of explaining, the child's mouth just kept on letting out sick cries, pleas for mercy, and tears that seemed unwilling to dry up.

"I'M GOING HOME!" shouted Nabila among his almost broken sanity. "I WANT MAMA! WANT MAMA! PAPA, PLEASE WHEN!"

Plaque!

Elis put the boy's face in vengeance. His eyes bulged wide, feeling a mounting fury no matter how many times he saw this child.

Elis then crouched down, pulling Nabila's ear until it felt like it wanted to tear.

"Do you want to know who's wrong?" elis whispered in his face. "Everything's wrong with your mom. Your whore mama was wrong. Who told him to be born. He thinks he deserves to be happy to make my son suffer?"

"MAMA! PAPA!"

Elis pinched Nabila's arm very strongly. "Call your father again, let's call him. From now on if I hear you call Mama or your Papa, I pinch you one body."

Nabila was already too sick until he hurriedly closed his mouth firmly. But due to illness too, the child could not stop crying.

He continued to cry until his body was tired and again unconscious.

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Nabila could not stand it. He no longer wants to be beaten or pinched or kicked or yelled at. Nabila wants to go home. He misses Mama, Papa, Uncle, Grandma, Grandpa, everyone who never hurt him.

Tonight Nabila will quietly leave. She had seen my mom take a taxi. The driver's uncle was told where he wanted to go and they would take him home. Later in the new house Nabila asked Mama for money to pay for his taxi.

The boy ran out when everyone in the house was asleep, just as the night was so dark. Although afraid, Nabila is more afraid of pain.

His feet stepped barefoot, trying hard to pull the gate open. Nabila continued to run fast, convincing himself that soon there must be a big road, there are many cars, and people who can be asked to help take him home.

Without the little girl realizing Ravana was following her. As a child born around here, of course Ravana memorized where Nabila wanted to go.

The forest.

The boy was not running to the highway but the forest. If Nabila is looking for a highway that he often sees, he must take a bus to the city first. If he wants to go home, he has to go to the airport first.

The house he had dreamed of was far away on another continent.

So when Nabila realized that he actually went into the forest, the girl could only scream.

"MAMA! PAPA! WHEN IT'S HERE! FETCH WHEN!"

Ravana raised his eyebrows in wonder. Silence watched Nabila sit down, hugged herself and cried again.

"Mama," she moaned as she sobbed. "Which mama? When you're scared, Ma. When it hurts."

Ravana sighed. He decided to come closer because he kept shouting like a fool.

"Oi."

Nabila. Fear of thinking he will be hit or pinched. Nabila just mentioned Mama and Papa.

But when Ravana in front of him, seeing the little girl protecting herself pitifully, the boy just snorted.

"Your Papa Mama doesn't exist" said Ravana.

"No! Mom and Dad are home! They'll pick up Bila!"

"Wouldn't." Ravana looked at him firmly. "You won't be able to go home."

Nabila is getting sobbing. "MAMA MUST HAVE PICKED ME UP!"

Nabila was scared.

But Ravana only says what it is. He saw Mama holding an iron bar which he said would be used to hit Nabila if Nabila would not listen.

"You don't want to be sick, you should be horrified Mama said. The more naughty you are, the more Mama tortures you."

"Hiks."

"It's up to you not to be horrified." Ravana. "That hurts you yourself."

Nabila was frightened until his hand grabbed Ravana's shirt, spontaneously hoping for help from him.

The surprised Ravana immediately brushed off Nabila's hand, looking at her in annoyance. "Mama forbid me to hold you!" emphatically. "Mama said you were sick!"

"If you want to go home, then go. Please." Please."

"I'll help you. But not going home. You come with me, we go home to me. You see if Mama knows you're here, tomorrow you'll be beaten again."

Nabila shook her head, not wanting to go home that scary again.

Ravana who felt he had done his best turned around, walked back home to report.

If left alone, he drowned in the river.

And as Ravana said, once the people found Nabila, the boy was taken home, beaten by iron, then locked up in a dark room until he had no more energy to scream.

All that only Ravana witnessed. The boy did not really understand why Nabila was tortured, but Mama said Nabila's parents had killed her brother Ravana and made them unable to be free again.

He said Nabila's birth was an insult and a misfortune. He was born to suffer. His parents already knew the boy was a curse but his parents still forced him to exist.

That's what Ravana heard.

"Oi." Although Ravana did not know why he felt a bit sorry.

He secretly went to Nabila's room, bringing him much bread and water.

"Now, eat."

Nabila might starve after being beaten and cry until she directly devoured him like an animal. Her long hair was suddenly almost bald in messy shears. Her cheeks are swollen, her eyes are too, and don't ask her how.

"You should not have been born" said Ravana pity. "Everything's wrong Mama's with your Dad."

Nabila looked empty when he nodded.

The pain had solved his entire sanity. The pain had made him understand that he should not have been born.

It was all Papa and Mama's fault.

"From now on don't call Papa your Mama anymore. Mama may not be angry anymore."

Nabila.

"Whose name are you?" ravana asked because he did not know.

He's just often called a fucking kid, a whore kid, an illegitimate kid.

Nabila.

"I asked you whose name?"

The little girl's mouth opened but then poked again.

He was trying to tell me that he couldn't make his voice, for some reason.

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