Married Three Breeding Widow
3. First Child
"Mother don't look like that, dong." Juwita squeezed both her mother's hands gently. "I'm not a victim of selling children. Marriage with anyone who is important to be lived what is not."
But it seems like I already thought that everything was done because of him.
Juwita clucked, only able to divert attention to something else. Even if her mother doesn't like it, Juwita has decided it's best.
Mother was put back in the nursery and given post-operative treatment. While Juwita went to invite Dad to eat for a while in the cafeteria, as well as talk.
"Dad knows he's a good man. Why are you following me too?"
Dad rubbed his head gently. "People's kids aren't easy, son. I just don't want you to be tired of it."
Juwita tried not to laugh because actually she just knew she had three children. Thought Juwita was just one. But if shown, obviously Dad will be disturbed.
What happened has happened.
Juwita just has to be ready to chop up her stepchildren tomorrow.
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Adji came to pick up Juwita at half-eight in the morning. He stopped by for a while to talk with Mom and Dad, then immediately took Juwita home.
From Adji's story, he lives alone with his small family in Jakarta. His extended family lives in Malang, but Adji's parents are domiciled in America.
Juwita wonders why Adji married without family, and she only lives alone in the city.
"My mother plans to go home by the end of the year. While my extended family, maybe eid al-Adha we will meet. They can't come unless there's an event."
Juwita was somehow grateful. "sorry. I don't think it's polite to make the show now."
The man nodded. "I'm just thankful. My kids might as well not be happy. But if you want a reception, we can do it next year. That's no problem at all."
No, thank you.
Maybe because Juwita was married not to 'the one she loved', the wedding didn't sound that attractive
There was only stiff talk all the way home, and Juwita realized they sounded like 'strangers' to each other.
Big too. Because the cost of living in the city was high, Juwita could directly estimate Adji's wealth from his large house. From one to ten, maybe he's seven or eight.
Just now Juwita was about to step up, there was already the sound of angry cries.
"Whisper! Do you think I did nothing?! Always, always, always like this! Never changed! When do you win if you keep going?!"
Behind, Juwita hears Adji msnghela breathing.
"Why?" ask Juwita curious.
"My first son, Abhimanyu, took part in the tournament selection. I think his team lost."
"Oh."
"I'm sorry now, Juwita. It's a calm but childish looking child. Once lost, he could go on a rampage for days. I also don't care."
Alright. The first boy was a songong boy with a sky-high pride. Should be noted well.
"What tournament is he in?"
"Voli."
Juwita rubbed her chin, thinking well.
"Normally didiemin also he is good himself. Now you don't have to pay too much."
Adji takes him inside, seeing Abhimanyu now standing outside the right side of the house, a small volleyball court for him to play.
From the glass door Juwita saw the boy throw the ball up, jump with perfect posture and hit the ball.
A loud 'bam' sound rang out from his punch, until Juwita shuddered.
Maddened. That kid with the deadly service why can't he lose? The international class or what?
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