RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 52

" He smiled in his lap. "I'm friends again. Short of remembering everything.

" deck, later in the afternoon, if Syafrie so invite you to meet Marina's father, you do not refuse. Ever since he knew you were back, he wanted to see you.

" I can't forget when he smiled next to the woman." I stoked my sobs.

" You only see from your glasses that were betrayed at that time, the deck."

" They laugh, they laugh at my stupidity, they laugh at me." I just kept saying what was in my heart. Trying to expel whatever is the cause of his mouth heart will sacrifice Syafrie.

" Syafrie.... " I don't know which one hurt me more. My family's struggle or Syafrie's silent marriage. It felt like it was touching my chest leaving a pain in my heart.

My son touched the ear.

" The same day you left, Brother Mansyah came to Syafrie. He said he taught his brother-in-law a lesson. But his actions almost killed his favorite brother-in-law, Syafrie's nose was broken, Syafrie's mouth was torn. His face was badly injured and his stomach was hollowed out by a gift from Mansyah, he said in retaliation for betraying his beloved sister, causing the Father and one of his nephews to leave. Syafrie was immediately rushed to the hospital and sister Mansyah was herded to the police. A week Syafrie is in recovery, a week brother Mansyah must memdekam in the Marangkayu Police Department. Syafrie did not want to extend the case, but Marina's father, who is Syafrie's in-law, insisted and objected to the case and reported Kak Mansyah to the police. After recovering, Syafrie later dropped the demands of Marina's father and sister Mansyah to be free.

For this story, I don't know what to say. One by one, the surprises hit me. I cried for over an hour until I could no longer speak. Too many new stories that I just found out, so I don't feel like I have any more energy, even just to cry. I think after this, I have to check with the doctor about the health of my heart and heart. Just so you know, crying too much and eating surprise after surprise, my heart can stop beating by itself.

" Till finally, Syafrie donated her kidneys to her mother. After that, they made peace. Now you know, right? The reason why Brother Mansyah defended Syafrie so much? She's so ashamed of your husband, deck. He stabbed his brother-in-law and ironically his brother-in-law who finally gave his kidney to his mother.... "

I closed my ears with both hands. For whatever reason, I don't want to hear Adit's story anymore. My head felt like it was going to break and my chest was tightened by Adit's leg story that was too painful to hear. I don't want to hear anymore sad stories that have been missed for ten years.

Secretly, Brother Adit left me who was still busy with my little sedan. When my tears stopped, I found that Adit was no longer next to me.

No matter how much I cry, I cannot take away all the burdens that are squeezing my chest. Especially when remembering Adit's last words.

" *Ance in your life, you position yourself as a Syafrie. Being a man and a husband, being forced to remarry by his own in-laws without his riddles and abandoned by his much-loved wife with their red baby. Stabbed in-law and her mother died to help in-laws . Adversed by his extended family and raising a child with one kidney. It's all heavy, deck. If it doesn't move your heart, then forgive us who forced you to go back to Syafrie. From now on, whatever your decision is, big brother will always support you."

Yes, God, I'm not strong anymore. Just take my life.....

...----...

My current situation is not good - fine. Since Fadil's father said he wanted to take me to see Marina's father, since then the shadow of nightmares has always haunted me.

I can't forget their happy faces that were emanated through the smiles they put in front of everyone.

I hate to see the happy smiles emanating from the faces of Syafrie and Marina on the maze that stood majestic as if laughing at my stupidity. I hate the happy face of Marina's father who smiles proudly because his daughter has been successfully edited by Syafrie. I hate the faces of every smiling person there, while I weep wishing my dashing husband in his bridal attire, will put pity on the shabby pregnant woman who is fond of expecting her to come home and cancel her marriage to that woman. And I hate a pregnant woman who is rampaging and inflamed by the betrayal of a husband she is great - glorify like a god.

Overview after image, it was all like a broken film that flashed through my mind. Syafrie's smile and a happy twinkle on Marina's face, the cry of the one who called out to the Father, the blood flowing in my calf, the gravestones of the Father and Fajri. God.I don't feel like I can anymore. I wanted to break my head, and grind out my brain, so I wouldn't remember any more of it.

Right now I wish that a car would hit me and run over my head, so that no more shreds from my brain would remember Syafrie's betrayal. My chest is tight, even to breathe while sleeping I am very difficult.

Look, because I love and adore Syafrie too much, then I finally feel the name of grief too late.

However, it also made me realize, that loving someone too much to even adore him is not good. In essence, things that cross the line and are too excessive are not good. Unfortunately, for that one lesson, I was too late to realize it. It was only after I swam in the endless destinies that I was finally able to understand all of that.

Every day all I do is berate and curse the father of the baby in my stomach. Until - until brother Mansyah raise his hands to advise me. He said the genie that was attached to my body had become one with me and could not leave unless I asked.

I don't give a shit about any of that. Just so long as my heart is content to tear apart Syafrie with my swearing and my curse, then I do not care about the advice and discourses of the unlucky man who is my oldest brother.

Two days ago, Syafrie planned to take me to meet the person who had spat in my face ten years ago. Shafrie policy pretends to pay respect to the man who once scratched the red blood of betrayal on my household.

Still fresh in my memory, that man has caused me to lose my husband, the loss of Father, and also the child in my womb, in order to cover the disgrace of his son with the bastard Syafrie.

For the past two days, I've been thinking about what Fadil's father said that Marina's father, his former father-in-law, wanted to see me.

Hah, I wanted to laugh realizing that it turned out that the old man still had the guts to ask to see me. What does he want?

Don't think ten years of time could make me forget what he did to me.? Answer no.

If he thinks that meeting me will take away his sins from me in the past, then he is wrong. I never forget that man who for the sake of rank and office, could sacrifice my household, make me lose my Father and my son. So, I say, that I am his eternal enemy.

I, Asma, will never forget everyone - people who have been meritorious to plunge me into the valley of nestapa even almost crazy because of depression.

If yesterday I felt uneasy because Syafrie wanted to invite me to meet with Marina's father. Now, I'm just excited to meet the father of my ex-wife. I didn't prepare anything to meet the old man. Because the truth is, the poison at the end of my saliva is more than enough to smash the arrogance of the former village chief's man. I'm gonna show my pregnancy to my ex-wife and her dad. Let's knock him...

Unfortunately, on Day H, it was precisely the thing we did not expect and we wanted to happen.

Fadil's sick.

That afternoon, with a face like an undead, Syafrie took Fadil to the nearest hospital in our city.

I was also anxious to see Fadil's pale face and the boy's extremely high temperature. However, when I saw Syafrie's face, I thought, it feels a bit excessive that she behaved like that.

I know that Fadil's sick. However, Syafrie's dazed-looking face confirmed that he was an unawares father.

" Is he going to eat? " asked Syafrie shortly after she had just come out of the bathroom. Apparently he just shared a shower. The three of us were in this hospital a day ago.

I shook .

I'm back to shaking.

" You should have forced him, he must have followed you, you're his mother" Syafrie said.

" He didn't ask for bribery. So I guess, maybe he's not hungry. Than to tell me why don't you do it."

" He won't." Syafrie dropped down in frustration on the sofa of the room where Fadil was being treated.

" Well, just as you are clear - obviously her mother refused, then what about me? " Fadil's father sighed.

I'm upset. Syafrie cornered me. Doesn't he know if I'm tired, too. I couldn't sleep last night because I was guarding Fadil all night.

" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to blame you. "

" I'm tired of hearing your apologies. I hungry. He needs nutrition." I pointed towards my stomach.

Syafrie smile. " Our child is hungry, what do you want to eat? "

" Anything that matters can be eaten" I replied.

" Hmm, you can also be eaten, Asthma" she said with her perverted smile code.

" Your dream, man! " my annoyance glared at Syafrie.

Syafrie chuckled until her shoulders were shaken - shaken.

" I swear, the more fierce the more beautiful you are, Asthma." Damn it. My cheeks meet red. You bastard Syafrie...

This is the first time I've accompanied Syafrie to keep Fadil in the hospital. From there I learned that my little boy's body was not due to malnutrition, but because he was suffering from an illness. My first child was suffering from a nutritional disorder that made his body growth far from the normal word child his age.

I remembered Lela's story, that at birth, my son was smaller than the size of a normal-born baby.

My heartache, imagining my son struggling on his own through the difficult days without me, made me want to finish off Syafrie and the Marina family.

Had it not been for their families, my son would not have suffered such a fate. I lost Fajri and almost lost Fadil. Their mistake resulted in Fatal, not only to me, but also affected my two children.

" Mom, thirsty! " a voice breaks all my daydreams.

" Athaghfirullahalazim. " I slapped my own mouth realizing that my son had heard me curse his father.

" You're just surprised. I almost fell down, "I said purporting to be angry.

" Im sorry Fadil, mamah" he said sadly.

" Well.no papa, Fadil. Kidding, kok." I said while showing off my teeth to the boy.

" Fadil is indeed an unlucky child" he said with a sad expression. My chest feels like it's hit by a big hammer.

" Loh, you know, why are you talking, like that? "

" Because Fadil only has a father. "

I swear, my heart ached when I heard him say that.

" But you have me too." I smiled stiffly. To be honest, I felt so clumsy when I was near my own son. Imagine, for two months I was in the village, I never even greeted the boy. She was evacuated to Adit's house and I was busy lamenting fate.

" But mama doesn't want Fadil" said the boy with a glass. I know, he's trying to hold back his tears from falling.

" Who said that? " I reached for his fingers that were not attached to the infusion needle.

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" Nothing. But Fadil can see in my mama's eyes there's no me. There's only hatred for you."

I'm woken. Is that clear as I hate Fadil's father? Why can Fadil say that?

The room we stayed in was a VIP room equipped with AC. But when he heard Fadil say such a thing, suddenly the room in this room became hot and the air felt tight. I can barely breathe.

" Don't listen to who - who. And don't judge for yourself. You know, you are so special in my heart." I said as I pointed at my chest.

" Mamah lied! " bluffily.

" I'm not lying, Fadil. I'm saying all that because it's all true." Oh my God, it's so hard to persuade this kid. Her stubbornness seems to have contracted from me.

" The proof, mamah call themselves mamah 'I'. It is hard for you to call Mama. Just tell me if you mind. I'm okay, okay. " Mama's granddaughter turned and turned her back to me. He seems to be sulking.

Well, loh. If so, who should be blamed. Our nature is clear - it is the same. Equally stubborn....