My Husband's Second Love
Episode 89

Nehan POVs

I'm sitting on the bed. Now I remember everything. Though faint, now I know where my real mother is. Ajeng, you not only destroyed my childhood but also destroyed my home life.

Both my hands clenched. My handbooks are white because my hands are tightly grasped. Why do I always follow his advice all this time. If it turns out he was the one who ruined my life.

My eyes are empty looking ahead. You have to pay for it. Even now I'm disgusted to call you mother. So because of all this why you never wanted to intervene directly to take care of me.

You stand at the door of the room. It seems like you feel guilty.

"Are you okay, Han?" ask the father, his hand touched mine. I pulled my hand fast, I don't want to be in touch with anyone in this family yet.

"Obviously Han is still sane sir," my cynic. How could this man in front of me let my mother die and do nothing.

"I'm sorry, son. You know you've remembered it, whether all or part of it, but you must have remembered it."

"You should have killed Han then and buried him with the mother who gave birth to Han, sir," now I owe you, to the people who made my mother die.

"Don't say it like that Han. You love you so much."

"Han's sorry sir. Now that Han remembered everything, Han had no idea what Han felt for father and Bu Ajeng."

"Don't hold a grudge against your mother, Han. She's been taking care of you since childhood."

I stood up leaving my father, not wanting to answer. I went into the bathroom. I have to go, my breathing is tight if I have to stay in this house.

After the shower, my father was still sitting in his place. I tidied myself up, prepared to leave.

"Don't you want to know where your mother's grave is?"

My body stopped moving. I turned the body to see the father, "was the mother buried properly? considering that Bu Ajeng never paid for his mistake, surely mother was buried secretly.

"What do you think I am?!"

"Somehow, I'm confused, you've let the man who killed my mother roam free!" I made my voice heavy and low.

"Don't talk like that, it's been Ajeng who took care of you!"

"If Han finds out that taking care of Han is an assassin, Han will go a long way!" I stared at my father sharply.

"And now you still want Han to respect him?"

"Funny father, will you honor someone who lost the life of the woman who gave birth to you? Han doesn't think so!"

I grabbed my jacket and took the car keys. Air-conditioned rooms are defeated by the heat of emotion.

I almost reached the door when I said, "your mother is buried in this house, Han," my voice was almost inaudible.

I stopped the step. Turn around and look at you, "in this house?"

"Don't try to keep me from going by saying no sir!"

I looked at me straight without blinking. The silence of the father conveyed a million words that indicated that the mother was buried here.

"Where sir?!" my voice is more like a clash than a question.

Father remain silent. I threw the key on the bed and ran out into the middle garden. The rose garden is my favorite place to spend most of my time.

Under the dim moonlight, I broke through the neatly arranged rose ranks. Until in the middle of the garden I stopped, there was a garden lamp standing illuminating a mound of earth. The only light placed in the middle of the garden.

I sat down, "aaa." yelling like that. I cried out in a loud voice. If the mother who was inside could still wake up, she would definitely wake up to hug me.

"Breu...aaaa..mom...!" my tears broke even louder, "excuse this stupid Nehan, mother...!" my voice is more like a howl than a cry.

"Aaa.., forgive Nehan, aaa..."

"What kind of child am I! how could I not remember that event, aaa...!"

I hit my head many times.

"I'm sorry Nehan never prayed for mom, aaa..."

"I'm sorry Nehan has always respected the woman who has lost the life of her mother, aaa..."

"Now even Nehan's household is destroyed because of that woman, aaa...."

"Aaa..huu...," my mother's burial ground hit me many times. I hit my head many times and kept crying.

The guilt that is mounting right now is overflowing out. For a moment I vent my anger. Then I shut up, I have to be strong.

"Han," the father's voice, the father's hand touching my shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Han."

I replied to Father coldly, "Han doesn't need an apology, as long as you don't make the woman pay for her mistake don't expect Han to come back to this house!"

I don't want to move on, let me rest with Mom here tonight. My mom's been here all alone. I hugged my knees next to the mound.

"Han, come in, you can get sick lying here."

"Leave me, sir. I want to be alone, don't bother me."

You called some servants, they were asked to accompany me. I let it go, as long as I'm not disturbed, I don't care.

At midnight something shook my body, "Han, mother's son, wake up son.

My eyes are open. That voice was so softly penetrated my tribe.

"Mother?" she's my mother, right...

"Han, you've been this big," mother smiled, so beautiful. Smile similar...Rumi's.

I cried again, "huhuhu.sorry Nehan Ma."

Mom approached me, hugged me warmly, patted my back gently.

"Mother who should be apologizing to Han, can't take good care of you. You've been this big and I've never taken care of you."

"Don't have a grudge, Han. Let me calm down here" whispered mother still hugging me.

Mom touched my shoulder and pulled it away, her beautiful eyes, her young beautiful face looking at me fixedly.

"Take care of your family. Your wife and children are your most precious treasure. Loving doesn't have to be, Han. Not even keeping close to each other."

"If they are happier with your distance, then you must be willing to let go. Fix yourself, don't repeat your mother's mistake."

Mom smiled, the warmest smile I've ever seen, "live well son."

"You may ask for justice for your mother's death, but don't make it an obsession that will ruin your life."

"Life well Han, be happy my son."

Slowly the shadow of my mother faded from before me. The longer the thinning until it finally completely disappears.

"Mother..," I shouted.

I woke up, sitting on thick grass in the middle of my father's garden. The smell of roses filled my smell, so fragrant. The moonlight reflects the colorful roses that grow neatly.

The dream made my heart calm. I'm more sure what to do in the future. Taking care of Rumi and Ken is my job going forward despite our separation. I will not repeat the mistakes that my father made.

Lala I will go and confirm our status. I was caught off guard by all the business that came from Bu Ajeng.

"Ndoro," several servants approached me. Help me stand up and follow me into the house.

"Mr?" much

"Ndoro has already entered from earlier."

"What time is it?" ask again.

"Third at three."

I entered the room and took the key I had thrown on the bed. I was much calmer, able to think clearly and confident of what I was doing ahead.

"Where is Ndoro Kakung going? earlier the message Ndoro sepuh, if Ndoro Kakung woke up not to go anywhere," said the nearest servant of the father.

"Tell me, Dad, I'm fine. There are many things I have to take care of. You take good care of me."

"Say also, from now on I will go home to the apartment."

After delivering the last message I stepped away. Stop for a while in front of the main door then face the house, looking at it carefully. In this place I was raised, in this place I lost my birth mother without me knowing.

I will make Bu Ajeng pay for all his mistakes fairly. My mother wasn't angry, but I wanted to demand justice. I looked into the reading room, the light was still on, and I saw my father standing looking at me behind a mosquito net.

Goodbye sir, I'll be gone for a while. Gathering evidence to reopen the case of maternal death. I don't know if I can or don't report events that are long gone, but at least I'll know the truth from the people who were there at the time, from the people I can trust.

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