Married Three Breeding Widow
82. Cursed Feelings
Juwita wakes up from sleep feeling Cetta being taken from her side. Turns out it was Adji, moving his youngest child to the sofa so that Juwita's hand stopped being crushed.
"What time?" muttered Juwita, still half conscious.
"Half the twelve." Adji took a moment to look down, kissing Juwita's forehead. "Sleep again."
Sometimes, Juwita likes to be suddenly sad to see Dad come home at night. Especially if Juwita and Mom sleep in front of the television together, keep the nights Daddy comes to see them for a while after work.
According to Juwita, it was a haru moment.
It turns out that seeing Adji is the same. He worked until midnight, tired but took a moment to look at him.
"And I said just go home." Juwita squeezes Adji's hand holding her back. "I'm not pa-pa. There's Cetta nemenin, nurse doctor of many. The children also come."
Adji was smiling. Even though it seems he is actually tired and sleepy.
"I miss it." Adji kissed the back of his hand.
"Kangen?"
"That's the main."
Juwita chuckled softly. Peering toward the sofa where her stepchildren slept together, stayed over thinking Adji wouldn't be going to the hospital today.
Convinced they are sleeping, Juwita looks at Adji again. Stretched his hands to the man's face, which turned out to be rough overgrown with a beard.
"Kangen too." Juwita patted her cheek. "I'm well. That's why I'm going home."
"Patience first."
"Mas." Juwita pulled Adji down, hugged his neck and whispered there. "Wome, huh? Pli."
Adji even peeped at Juwita's neck, breathing out the goal there with the impression he actually missed the woman terribly.
"I don't want to see you like this anymore." Adji's voice could not hide the turbulent emotions within him.
"Yes." Yeah."
"I don't want to see you cry anymore. If you don't need to meet anyone. You do it for me, for the kids. We live so you don't know anybody."
"Yes." Yeah."
"Not have a friend. Let me be your friend. There are many children. Let Abi be with Banyu who is horrified by you. From morning until morning I told them to cry out. You don't need anyone. I'm the same kids enough."
Juwita smiles. "Yes." Yeah."
"Don't do anything else." Adji muttered weakly. "Healthy continues to be with me. My mom doesn't like to make her daughter-in-law difficult."
For a moment, Adji vented his longing by hugging Juwita. And vice versa, Juwita rubbed Adji's back, giving him the spirit to be more patient.
Sometimes Adji kisses his neck, which Juwita replies to kiss Adji's sturdy shoulder.
When the two people were enjoying their childhood as a couple, Abhimanyu actually heard.
He's been conscious since Cetta was transferred.
The boy closed his eyes, but was busy dealing with the feeling of being pierced in his chest. Feelings that should be quickly eliminated or will become toxic.
Or maybe it's poison.
Because it turns out that the longer the more difficult this feeling is also detained. Not Abhimanyu slowly wanted to be selfish to have Juwita, but the pain when he saw it was getting bigger.
Why, dad? But Abhimanyu has repeatedly told himself to be conscious.
As Banyu said, like the affairs of the heart that can not be arranged. Only our actions can be controlled, and slowly the feelings also disappear.
Slowly.
Why Juwita, anyway?
Abhimanyu had a hard time holding the ringing in his mind.
Many women. Look at the other cake. Not that one.
It's Papa's.
"My boy."
Abhimanyu even imagined Juwita's subtle voice every time he called them.
Feeling how she hugged him—though it was also with Banyu, and it was a hug a friend—while smiling and whispering, "Thank you well, it's already there. If you don't have any, I don't know how."
Even if he says you're not you, Abhimanyu is still pounding.
"You are my favorite sontoloyo. Free if you want to call Mama Tiri Beautiful," said Juwita.
Abhimanyu gulped, simultaneously trying to swallow the bitter reality.
After all, Juwita was not for her forever. So hurry up and get lost, you damned feeling.
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