Revenge Revenge Hanna
Blissfulness

"You rest at Miss Darmi's house. There is a lot of dust here" Ratna told Hanna.

"Hanna's gonna take a look around for a second, Ma. Then go home, "he replied.

"Well, why not go for it? Aja day. Anin must be glad you're home" persuaded the mother.

"Oh yeah, where's Anin?" ask him while he was down.

They left the room looking at the other room. The plan on the top floor will be 3 rooms, kitchen, living room and one bathroom.

"He's still at school, Mama's gonna pick him up soon."

Hanna was silent, even her son was in kindergarten she didn't know. So far away between the two. He never showed a mother's love for the child.

"Mama's affection is more than enough for her. If I take care of it not necessarily as sincere as mama," his mind looked at the face of the mother.

"Let's Hanna come get me, Ma."

"Dear, Anin must be the one who picked you up." replied the middle-aged woman.

"He went to school at TK Nurul Hidayah next time?"

"Yes, Mama usually asks you to take the shuttle."

"You better leave now, it looks like it's cloudy outside" said Agra looking out at the window fig.

"Yes already use a car just afraid it will rain, Ma" said Hanna as she went down the stairs looking for the driver.

"Agra, where do I want to go first?" tanyanya looked at Agra who was in the backyard.

"Let me deliver, Mom," he bargained.

"I don't have to go with my mother" he said reaching for the key Agra offered.

Right at 11 Hanna drove her own car with her mother to her son's Kindergarten. It was true that only a few meters of rain had washed over the village.

"It rains often, Ma?"

"Yes, development is also hampered. Mama did not feel good at last hitchhiking in Bu Darmi," he lamented.

"Yes ask the craftsman to finish upstairs first."

"Yes, the ceiling is just a little bit more."

"The room's done?"

"It's the room."

A few minutes later, they arrived at his son's Kindergarten. Ratna came out with an umbrella to pick Anin up. Because her umbrella was only one, Hanna was forced to wait in the car.

Shortly after, Anindira got into the car and laughed cheerfully when she saw Hanna.

"Pick up Anin Horeee!" his yell.

"Dear, Anin, how does the school like it?"

The little girl kissed the back of her hand.

"Likey. Lots of toys and new friends, too" he said.

"Waahh exclaims donk yah. Still wanna play?"

"Mmm... mauuu!" screams prancing.

"Yes, Mama wants to take Anin to a place where there are more toys."

"Mauuu horeee!" girang.

"Where are we going, son?" asked the mother to see Hanna turn towards the city.

"We go to the mall first Ma, Hanna wants to take Anin play."

The guilt in his heart, he was eager to make it up to him. Although time can not be played back, but he sure can fix everything and start from the beginning again.

"Geez, when Mama uses this stuff. Go home for a second, okay?"

"No, Hanna's gonna buy Mama's clothes."

"Maa Shaa Allah, healthy and smooth as you wish."

"Aamiin, yes Ma."

The BMW car also slid through the streets in the middle of the rain.

An hour and a half later, they reached one of the largest shopping centers in the small town. The distance of the village to the city center is quite far with the road starting to be congested because of the weekend.

Hanna also chose parking in the basement because the rain was still quite heavy.

"Asiiikkk to mooll!" yelled Anin with sparkling eyes as they exited the car.

"Mama has never invited Anin here, she must be really excited later on inside" Ratna said leading her grandson into the automatic door.

Hanna's heart was jolted again, even she had never taken her children and parents for long walks.

"No papa, today is special for Anin and Mama. Mama can choose whatever Mama wants," he said while embracing the mother's shoulder.

"Maa Shaa Allah, you should also take Father. It's like he's never been here."

"Isn't he? Hhmm, yes we have next time just invite Mr. Now you two go."

A smile expands on that wrinkled face.

"Mom-momuu, it smells so good! Ibuuu there's a rich ladder in our house! But he can walk alone, Ibuu," cried Anin who ran away unable to hold back while pulling the hand of the grandmother.

Hanna smiled with teary eyes.

"If this is the result of my sacrifice so far, I would be willing to God even though I have to live with a man I never loved. As long as the people I love can live happily and adequately," she whispered inwardly.

"We can never get two different things at a time" he muttered, walking quickly after his son.

"Anin, let's come here and buy some clothes for Mom. That Abis we continue to play up there," point Hanna at the top floor.

"But Maa!"

They also went to an outlet that sold sharii clothes. Ratna was seen picking some clothes that she liked. Not to forget she also bought cocoa clothes for her husband and some clothes to give to Bu Darmi where she lived during her home renovation.

When finished, they continued upstairs to the center of the game. Anin did not stop asking various things that made her curious.

During the time the child and mother played, Hanna went to the furniture store she looked to look around the bed and also the closet. Various household furniture is plastered there.

"It looks like the room can already be filled with beds and this closet for them to sleep in" he murmured.

"Mba I order bed with this closet, can be sent?"

"Yes Mba of course can, please filled in the address well."

Hanna took a piece of paper and wrote down her parents' home address.

"Will the payment be cash or debit?"

"Just be a debit."

"Okay, please follow me to the cashier."

After ordering a few things to do at home, Hanna returned to the playground. Accompanying his son tried several rides games.

In the heart Ratna is full of gratitude. Eventually Hanna is able to change and recognizes Anin as her son. The old wounds that were quite draining his sanity seemed to be slowly healing.

Either because of his new life, or indeed he tried hard to cure it.

If you meet the person who hurt you and your heart still hurts, then the wound has not fully healed. Wounds can be said to heal if we no longer feel pain.

Seriate...

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