My wife is not a Shit Carrier!
The Beginning of Hate Mother

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I'm a country girl named Andini Amalia. A girl who is only 18 years old. Born into a simple family. However, it seems that my presence in my family was never expected by my mother.

"I'm sorry I let you live until now. Because of you, your father left me forever, and will never be with us again!" mother said, almost every day the words must have come out of her lips.

"What's my fault, Mom? What the hell is going on? Tell me the truth, Mom! Who am I, Mom? Am I not a real child, Mother?'' ask me while sniffling.

THE PLAQUE!

"How dare you now refute my words, yes! You're just a son of a bitch for me. Because of you, I lost a husband I love so much." hardened mom while glaring at me.

"Is that how much you hate me? Is there not the slightest bit of Mother's affection for me?"

While rubbing my tears rough, I always answered my mother's words.

I know what really happened 18 years ago. Grandma who secretly told me everything that happened to me and my parents. Yes, grandma told me that back when I was a baby that almost got taken away by someone. Neither does Grandma know who she really is.

By the time the man was caught off guard, Dad chased him to the side of the road. But the unexpected happened, someone left me in the middle of the road that was previously quiet vehicles passing by.

The reason is that when my father wanted to take me from the middle of the road, suddenly there was a car passing at high speed.

Maybe the car wanted to stop suddenly. But it can not be underestimated, the accident finally happened. I who was already in my father's arms bounced a few meters. Whether it was a miracle for or what, when my father was covered in blood, but I was still in the arms of my father so tightly.

Until my mother who just followed me and my father screamed hysterically. At the time of the incident, my father was still breathing so he could still hold my body tightly.

But shortly after, I fell down and rolled slowly beside my father. And that's when my mom started hating me.

That's what Grandma told me. And from that moment on, my grandmother took care of me. Even my own mother refused to breastfeed me. How to breastfeed, touch me he was very reluctant.

"Quite Trisya! Stop all those words! Aren't you bored and feeling sorry for your own children? Is that how you said that to her?!'' granny snapped while defending me.

"Can't Mom! Is it when I stop saying that, Ridwan mas will come back to life again?'' deny mother did not accept, because the grandmother who always defended me.

"Just hold on to the kid. No way I think of him as my son!''

"You will regret treating your own daughter like this Trisya! One day, you'll be so sorry, keep it!"

Then mom just passed by, regardless of what grandma said to her.

To be honest, even though every day you say rude to me. I still love my mother. Yes, although I realized in my deepest heart, there was an incision that deepened.

Which child would like to be treated as I am now? When children get love and affection from their parents, but now it is inversely proportional to my current destiny.

My mother refused to consider me her son.

I want to feel the warmth and affection of a mother. I actually envy my friends so much, every time I talk about their parents. I was drawn to millions of yearning for my mother. I hope someday you'll love me and kiss me even once.

"Sir, am I not worthy of love and affection?" ask my grandmother every time I remember the words of my mother that pierced my heart.

I actually wanted to ask a very simple thing to Grandma, but it was very impossible to get.

Then I answered with doubt, "I just want you to accept me and love me, Grandma! I just want him to kiss me even once."

Grandma was surprised to hear about my request.

"You are patient, baby! Believe me, someday, whether it's time, surely your mother will realize that you are very valuable to her. And deserve to have his affection."

Grandma hugged me. She shed her tears, though,. Maybe he can also feel how I am now. A child whose existence is not considered by him, never even admitted that I am his son.

It hurts so much my heart right now. The wounds my mother inflicted on me are getting deeper and deeper. But all that also does not rule out the possibility. I always thought she was the best and greatest mom to me.

Considered or not by him. I need to be patient and accept all of this. In my heart I always pray.

'I hope someday you will love me with all your heart. Made me the child he always wanted. I always wish that my mother and grandmother would be healthy and live a long life. And I also hope that you realize soon and it won't be long.'

(And I always wanted to. That God will answer my every prayer immediately. )

It doesn't feel like the day is getting dark. I was sitting on the porch shocked by my grandmother.

"Don't daydream at dusk, no good, dear. We better go in and worship first, come on!" Then my grandmother led me into the house.

"Yes Nek. Andin wants to clean up first, Grandma."

Then I went into the room and did what my grandmother had told me (to worship the Lord).

When she finished, she knocked on my bedroom door.

"Andin baby? Let's go eat first!" take my grandmother with me while waiting at the door.

"Okay, wait a minute!''

Then I rushed out. There's no way I'm gonna let Grandma wait for me too long.

As usual, we ate together. Because I was so reluctant to eat one table with me.

'Is that what you hate, ma'am, you are in your own flesh and blood? Is there not even a speck of affection for me?'

The dreamy me was now shocked back by Grandma, as she slowly held onto my hand. Maybe he also understood what was on my mind at the moment.

"Darling, if you eat do not daydream so! Not good, son, later the food is taken by Grandma you don't know?" seductive grandma to me.

"Rheh ... Yes, my dear grandmother. I did not daydream about Nek, I replied evasively.

SERIATE......