Patience in Wounds (Stupidity)
166. The Past of Mamah Vienna

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POV mamah Vienna

I was forced to return to Indonesia because suddenly the black card I was holding could not be used anymore. I still want to go on vacation and have fun. Yes I am indeed the most evil mother in the world, because I have long left my daughter alone without ever asking how she is.

I don't hate my daughter but I hate my daughter's real father who ruined my life. I used to be a good woman and respected by people, many who wanted to confuse me from ordinary people to entrepreneurs.

Until one day there was a brengseek man who said he wanted to make me his. I thought the man was crazy about his obsession. Even that man often follows me wherever I go.

I felt scared, as a young girl who was followed by foreign men everywhere. Sometimes I dare not go out of the house.

Until one day there was a rich and handsome businessman who came to the house carrying a proposal. Without thinking I accepted the proposal. After all that handsome, rich and established man I don't have to worry about my future anymore. And most importantly I can be safe from the stalker who always follows me.

However, my mind was not up to expectations. On the night of the bride someone kidnapped me and took my chastity which I was supposed to offer to my husband. I don't know who that person is, the one who would do such a heinous thing to me.

My suffering did not stop there, suddenly my husband and family caught me in a humiliating situation. When I was hit the hardest, the man who just became my husband this afternoon made a sentence that made me want to end my life right then and there.

"From now on we're no longer husband and wife, you're dirty. No longer worthy to be my wife."

Like lightning striking, instantly my heart was crushed to hear it.

My next days were so difficult, everyone looked down on me and considered me a despicable woman. Even worse, my own family kicked me out of the house when I found out I was pregnant.

What a woman who is not broken in the face of it all. I had to fight on my own, with I was pregnant. Sleeping on the street, on the patio of the store and wherever I can sleep. I am often accused of being a thief or a lunatic.

Until one night, when it rains. I really can't stand my life anymore. What else is my stomach getting bigger and soon giving birth. I was desperate and intended to end my life by jumping under the bridge under which the river flowed. I make sure I won't survive if my body falls down there, but it's better for me than to have to live with contempt.

I had made up my mind to jump but again fate said something else. Someone saved me, she pulled my body and took me into her arms. I cried and rebelled, I still wanted to jump.

Who would have thought that this man was the one who ruined my life. He came suddenly when I was already very bad, then where was he from yesterday. I don't want to worry, I prefer to keep jumping than in the game of fate.

"Let's get married, I'll take responsibility."

A sentence that was so relieving but in fact it was the beginning of my other suffering.

At first our marriage was like a couple who loved each other. I started accepting the man as my husband. The man treated me well too. Though something stuck in my heart when she said she wanted a boy.

I said, "You guys or girls are the same. We should love our children."

The man shut up and chose to leave. I do not take a headache, I thought later if it was born also what kind of kela*minnya surely the man will love his son. I don't think it's possible at the time, a father didn't love his daughter.

Not long after the sound of crying baby echoed, tears should wet my face messy after struggling to give birth to the child.

I saw the change in the look on the man's face when I saw that the child I gave birth to was a woman. He just left without caring about me who was still limp lost energy, fortunately there were neighbors around who accompanied me.

Day by day, my life has not improved. The man began to behave unnaturally, drunk and even play hands. It's okay if I'm the one who was hit but he even had the heart to hit his own baby daughter. I can't live my home life like hell. I decided to leave the house with my daughter.

Who would have thought that in the middle of the road of my departure, the man followed and dragged me back. I don't want to but I don't have the energy especially when that guy threatens to wipe out my daughter. As a mother, I don't want that to happen.

My suffering grew even more when the man sold me to a pimper and made me Pela*cur in his brothel. I wanted to run away, I wanted to leave but again that innocent little girl made me survive in that world.

In a few months I became a prima donna at the Pela*curan place. Big bosses take turns coming at me every night. I began to enjoy it, especially in that place the man who was still my husband status could no longer torture me.

Until one day I met a famous businessman who treated me very well and did not hesitate to spoil me. The businessman also came very often just to get my best service. Until one day our feelings deepened that initially there was only a mutually beneficial relationship now turned into a mutual desire to have.

We got married in series, after the businessman helped me with the divorce papers from the laknak husband. I am free, I can finally be free from the man and also free from the shackled brothel.

Our relationship is very harmonious, the man who is now my daughter's stepfather also accepts the existence of Febby. I am so happy, my life has changed.

But again, my happiness did not last long. One time a woman came to our house and said she was the legal wife of my husband and it turned out that she was a good friend during my school. He scolded me and attacked me blindly, while my husband could do nothing for fear that she would divorce him. It turns out that his possessions and wealth belong to my friend.

I am really ashamed, he said the man was a widower but in fact had a wife and his wife my own best friend. Why is fate so cruel to me, why is my life so joking.

It all started with the brengseek man who ruined my life, yes that man is my daughter's real father.

That's why I can't care so much for my own daughter. Every time I look at his face I always remember my suffering. It's only natural that I don't really care about the daughter of the man who ruined my life.

POV end

to be continue...

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How Mamah Vienna thought so si, sad so Febby. So the beginning of Febby's ugliness is due to the lack of maternal affection...

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