Mohabbat
I'm Not Letting Go

"Where are you? Is your business more important than your own?"

The voice of a woman who was shrill high full of emotions echoed inside a room. Dewi shouted over the phone, calling her husband who had been away for three days on a business trip.

"I don't know if I can go home or not. You guys don't wait for me. Have fun!"

Bardy ended their conversation. The goddess whose emotions are mounting.

"Bardy! Don't go you! Goddamnit!" The goddess slammed her phone into the bed, squeezing the bed sheet firmly as if it was the figure of a husband who often left her.

"Fuck you, Bardy! You never cared about family. You've always been concerned about yourself and your business. What the hell are you doing out there? Do you do business or just avoid us?"

The goddess grumbled while hardening her jaw. His red eyes lit up hatefully, his whitened fist squeezing the bedsheet cloth he was sitting on.

The baby's welcome will be held at their home. Dewi invited all her social friends as well as her husband's business partner. Similarly to Aleena and Cakra, they invited all known people.

"You never loved me, Bardy. You just love your business and your job. What are all these treasures for, if they now make you a man who has forgotten the land. You've changed since your business soared, rarely at home, no matter your son, never knowing about my feelings. You're upsetting me, Bardy."

The Goddess' cry broke out on the happy day of the eldest son. She wept as she spilled a wound in the heart that her husband had cut. Beautiful memories of when they were just ordinary people, drenched in memory.

Where it used to be, Bardy was just an ordinary person. Working as a regular employee in his company. He is a loving, caring man, and also affectionate towards the family. However, after he got a capital loan to develop his own business, he started to get preoccupied with his business.

The more developed, the more distant and greed is clearly seen in his attitude. Rarely at home, all the time he almost spent outdoors for his business and business. Slowly, the family position was replaced by work.

His name is soaring in the business world. Defeated the President of the famous company Yeworks Company. Moreover, the President's seat in the company was empty waiting for the heir who went out of nowhere.

"You promised never to be preoccupied by the world, now you're getting farther and forgetting our existence. Where was the Bardy I knew? Where did my husband go?"

The goddess squeezed the bed linen stronger, tears falling from the fertilizer wet the white cloth. His heart flares heat up, the more real the pain feels. The wound was still open and untreatable. The more pain erodes the existing taste. Replacing it with hatred is also a growing grudge.

She was a pitiful woman, her heart was dying and almost dying. However, all of that he is self-serving and hidden through arrogance. After all, all of his friends were arrogant people. They claim to be the owners of honor, when in fact they are the loneliest humans in the world.

Although the treasures are inundated, but his soul is empty and empty. There's no life in there, like a barren desert.

Wh-tok-tok!

Amidst her cries, the sound of knocking on the door forced the Goddess to be her present self. He wiped away the tears, fixed the look on his face. No one wants to know about the sadness that he has been alone.

"Mother! Many guests have come, they all ask where Mom is. Do you want to go with me?" Aleena's voice rang out from outside Mother's room.

The goddess was stunned, beginning to think whether all of that mattered? Bardy's absence has always been an embarrassing scourge for her. When asked about its existence, the Goddess was always looking for various reasons to cover up the pain.

He sighed, maybe that was his world now that he had to accept and live it right.

"Yes, honey. In a moment, Mother will be ready," said the Goddess in a loud voice.

But he is the winner. A man who does not talk much, but quickly and precisely gives evidence that he is able to meet his needs. For this reason, Dewi accepted Bardy's proposal and waded through life with her.

Now, that tight skin is starting to loosen. There are wrinkles in certain parts, eyelids slightly down, the hair has whitened some parts. Oh, is he that old? Old cannot be prevented, when it comes, old is certain.

Dewi apply make-up disguise wrinkles on the face as well as other signs of aging. The hair is bunned and given a flower-shaped hairpin on the back. He stood watching every detail of his appearance in front of the mirror before going to meet all the invited guests.

The goddess took a breath back, normalizing her squeeze before pulling the door lever. Open it, and walk out of the room. True, the house had been filled with invited guests, even Dareen and Daisha had arrived with the other guests.

The woman came with her husband, got a sneer from some of the women who were in the party. The wives of businessmen who grieved Dareen for marrying a blind girl.

"She is beautiful, but she is blind."

"True, why would the Young Master want to marry him? There are many more perfect women."

"Maybe the woman wants to rise in her degree. Biasalah, the villagers have always been so."

The sneers and insinuations he got from the mouths of those women. Daisha who heard, turned to them. Smiling while staring one by one at the face. He blinked one of his eyes, smiling wider before turning back to the front.

They dropped their jaws, the eyeballs also widened. What the hell's going on? In their minds all the same, Daisha was actually staring unlike a blind man.

The two continued to step into the house. Among those people, his feelings were reacting again. He felt the presence of a stranger. Someone who has given him darkness and destroyed all dreams.

Where are you hiding?

Daisha's eyes look out around, looking for the figure that thrills her heart. The closer the claustrophobic felt, the shadow of the death of the uncle was more real in memory.

Daisha was stunned, her steps halted instantly as she saw a single figure hidden behind the human crowd. A figure clad in a black suit, with matching colored subordinates. Also shiny shoes, successfully arouse a vengeance Daisha.

Dareen frowned while watching the wife growling with anger.

"Darling, what's wrong?" tanyakanya.

Daisha turned her back, turning her expression back into a smile. Oh, he's good at acting.

"Ah, it's okay. I'm just a little nauseous, can I go to the bathroom?" daisha said while blinking funny.

Dareen was stunned by her, ever since she could see again her figure turned cheerful. Was Daisha like that?

"Well, but not for long. Do you remember where it is?"

Daisha nodded, hurriedly turned around and left Dareen alone. His eyes glanced at that figure who also left the crowd.

You'll never let me go!