RUSTING BOAT
Chapters. 53

Hey, come back here. Forgive me, yes. Actually, you just need time. We were separated long ago. So you need time to get used to it. Come back here. " I pulled my son's body.

But indeed the basis of my flesh and blood, he was still sulking. He's still on my back. I relented and chose silence while waiting for him to turn around.

" Well, if Fadil is still angry, .. can you stay here? I pointed to the patient's bed. The matter of Si Fadil's sister had already started to protest. " Sister, mamah lay there, yeah. You see, the baby in the stomach feels uncomfortable." He's still quiet.

Feeling that there was no answer, I decided to lie down facing Fadil. Fadil who realized it immediately changed the direction of his sleep. He turned back to me again. I took a deep breath. Honestly, I'm tired. I couldn't sleep last night, and now I'm serving a sulking little boy.

I feel like my days are getting tiring. In fact, even though it was as heavy as my job, I never felt tired.

Now, I don't even do anything but eat, sleep and go on a rampage. But it feels like every waking up, my body feels crumpled as if beaten by hundreds of people all around.

My eyes stared at the sky of the room. The little boy next to me couldn't stand to long ignore me, then finally made a sound too.

" Mama's gonna stay here, is she? "

I laughed in my heart to see her behavior. Kirain will linger.

" Hm, it seems so. Mamah will take care of you until you recover." I said as I turned my body towards her.

" Fadil meant, not staying to take care of Fadil during Fadil's illness. But stay forever with dad, Fadil and sister. Mom won't go again, will she? " he said slowly, but I can still hear.

I don't agree with the question. For if I answer yes, then it is tantamount to me betraying my escape for ten years.

" Mah, Fadil is often sick. That's why little fadil bodies like this. Fadil often troubles father. Fadil wants, later Fadil troublesome mamah only. Can you, Mah? "

" You will recover, the doctor said. As long as you take your medicine regularly. You will be healthy and strong." I decided not to give too many responses.

How yes? I love my son, obviously. Even if I thought - thought I was in love with the boy. His clear eyes are able to bring a sense of love in the heart for the child.

Only, if I choose to live with Fadil, then that means I also choose to live with Syafrie? Where would I like.... Obviously he played with my love.

Living with Syafrie is impossible. Every day will certainly be filled by the shadow of my revenge for the betrayal he committed? I don't think I'll be able to. Even for Fadil.

" Mamah's answer hints that mamah is leaving. Mom will leave me again, right? " Amboi.

I fell silent, not daring to speak I was afraid to give him false hope. Which would hurt my son.

The door of the room opens. Syafrie entered with a few packages.

" Nobody's going anywhere, baby. Mom, dad and Fadil will be living together. We'll all be waiting for your sister's birth. We'll all live happily. " Sayfrie. His eyes are staring at my net. Die me...! I understand that look in the eye. Like he wanted to warn me that don't be like my son.

I returned his gaze. What the hell, Syafrie. Why should you blame me? I have behaved right. I don't want to give false hope to your son if later ends, I'll leave them too.

" But Mamah has not answered Fadil's question.

Back, Syafrie's sharp eyes slashed at my eyes. " Your mother is so happy that she can't talk anymore. Already, rest now. Mamah also needs rest, because all night also take care of Fadil" Syafrie said while fixing the location of Fadil's blanket.

The little boy fell silent while staring at me. " Mom, Fadil rest first." I nodded letting the boy pull his blanket and lay closed his eyes. I walked up to Fadil and hugged him. Syafrie's son looked happy. There was a happy twinkle in his eyes. And those eyes became more and more sparkling after I kissed the boy's cheeks and once kissed the tip of his head fondly. His smile spread wide.

Syafrie stood up and pulled my arm away from Fadil.

" Come, we need to talk! " take him and pull my hand.

" Just talk now" I answered brusquely brushing his hand from my arm.

" No, I want to talk to you with four eyes." The man with the title of my husband pulled my hand back out of Fadil's room.

" Astma, I beg you, just a few minutes" he said, holding my arm .

" Well, all right, "I answered lazily.

" Dad, don't get mad at me. My mom will be gone again." I was touched by his words. Who spoke that was right, my son?

"No dear, I won't scold you. I just want to talk to Mom for a minute. Dad and Mom stayed a while, yeah. " Syafrie grabbed my arm and took me out of the room where Fadil was being treated.

" Speak. I'm tired and want to rest, Syafrie. " I jerked Syafrie's hand violently. It's so delicious he. As long as Fadil is ill and has to be hospitalized, the man is as if - by taking advantage of the opportunity to grasp - grasp. If there were no Fadil, I would have sworn my oath to the man who always succeeded in burning my anger.

" Astma, I'm glad you could be as gentle with Fadil as you did. He looks so happy." I rolled his eyes puffed. " So we dragged me here just to say that? Stale, Syafrie." I turned around wanting to go back inside but, ....

Next to Syafrie's hand pulled my arm until I turned around and fell staggered towards the Play boy Like Grace. But she swiftly restrained my body and the successful me was in her arms. " I'm sorry, I'm Asthma" What is this? A chewy and wet thing touched my lips...

For a split second I woke up and immediately broke off the arms and kisses of Syafrie. Damn it... Syafrie, Goddamn. He's always looking for a chance to touch me.

Fadil was treated for three days in the hospital. For three days I was forced to spend time with Fuck Syafrie and Fadil. Since Syafrie kissed two days ago, I have always kept my distance from her. I'm afraid he's back looking for a reason to be perverted. However, unlike Fadil, I always shared time with Syafrie's son. We are like real mothers and children. Fadil's getting dean with me.

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It's been a week since Fadil's return from the hospital. Fadil's father had been back to work a few days ago. At home I only spend time with Fadil. now I have a new activity that is taking care of Fadil, helping him learn or helping him do his schoolwork. Sometimes we spend time eating together.

A few minutes ago, Syafrie parked a vehicle in front of a stilt house painted in light blue and white. The paint of the house looks dull because it is inedible with age. A very large house with a large yard. The former Syafrie house. There were some coconut trees lined up in the yard of my former honey house. Also next to the house, to the road, everything is planted with coconut trees. While behind the house, spread a large dam that is no longer maintained.

Well, here we are. Syafrie kept her promise to bring me to meet Marina's father who was eager to see me.

My eyes stared at the big house. The house again reminds me of Syafrie's betrayal. Looking at it is like recalling memories - sad memories that happened to me ten years ago.

Suddenly there was a sudden pain stabbing my heart when my eyes looked somewhere. There, on the right side of Syafrie's car, suddenly Fadil's father's collateral. Complete with the singing voice of the singer and boisterous partygoers. I saw the happy and smiling faces of the bride's family welcoming the guests. The next scene was the happy smiling faces of the bride and the man who were currently sitting next to me. Their faces were inversely proportional to the face of a somber father and a mother who broke into tears. In the next instant, the image of a distended woman crying out begged her husband who was the bride to come home with her. Then the shadow of a pregnant woman who throws a tantrum until it ends with that catastrophe. Hysterical cries calling the name of the Father. Mama's cry, drops of blood flowing from between her thighs. I could feel the pain felt by the woman until I became difficult to breathe.

My breath was stingy - stingy. Cold sweat sprang up wetting my hands and nape. Almost broke up when I saw the pregnant woman lying on the ground covered in blood. Oh, my God, I can't do it anymore.

My chest feels like it's about to break. My head is pulsing - the pulse is about to explode. Bang.. bang. I need to scream to channel all the emotions that feel explosive - a blast in the chest. If not, the disease will return. No. I don't want that to happen.

But, what happened, instead of yelling to open my voice, was that my mouth was locked tightly. My teeth were struggling to endure the pain in my chest. Body shivers.

Syafrie was still stunned staring at the steering wheel with a blank look. I don't know where that guy's mind is. To this day, he has not realized what is happening to me.

I can't take it anymore. I need help if I don't want to die silly in my enemy's place. I need Syafrie's help.

With trembling and shivering hands I grabbed Syafrie's shirt.

" Syafrie, to. please a. "

Syafrie's face panicked and pale instantly.

"Asma, Asma... Why do you love? Dear... "

I will remember to make a calculation later with him on that call. Now, just let him run. Right now, let alone moving the body, just breathing I find it very difficult. I'm dying, almost out of breath. I'm so scared.

Syafrie opened the car and ran around the car, opened the car door next to me, and without any hesitation carried my body while shouting for help.

My body was grabbed and held tightly by Fadil's father. I could feel his heart beating so fast and his body trembling just like me.

" Sleep him in my room." Samar I heard the panicked voice of a woman from inside the mansion. Damn Syafrie. And the voice of the woman who was screaming in panic, must have been the voice of my enemy. Damn Syafrie...!! Wait for my calculations when I realize later.