Secret Baby Girl's
Really, It's a Slander...
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The night is getting late, long time Hanna trying to put the little Maura to sleep, finally the little girl was asleep also in her deep sleep.
Hanna also laid her body beside her little daughter, she was also tired, her body was crushed to death, three days in the hospital really made her body exhausted, she said, moreover, from earlier had to hold Maura who continued to whine looking for the daddy, making her body really crumpled dimly.
Trying to close her eyes, but the sound of knocking on the door managed to make Hanna wake up again, the woman opened her eyes wide again, forcing her body back up from her sleep.
Kriee...
The wooden door began to open slowly, making Hanna immediately frown when she found a crowd of people were now crowded the courtyard of her rented house.
" Good night mba Hanna... " Who is a middle-aged man to Hanna, just call Mr. Ahsan, an elder who is believed to be the leader of RT in the village.
" night... Emmm. I'm sorry, if I may... What is needed sir... To many people to my house... " Hanna's voice is full of question marks.
" This is how Mba Hanna, I just got a report from the residents that mba Hanna has done something indecent in the house mba Hanna... " Said mister Ahsan to the point, making Hanna instantly widen her eyes.
" N-not profanity? Mean dad? " Hanna looked confusedly at Mr. Ahsan, what was the indecent intent that Mr. Ahsan actually said? What it refers to...
" That's Hanna... Don't pretend to be stupid, the man you were there this afternoon... You must be his mistress... You're paid how much the old man is, huh... " Serkah the figure of the woman in red who is none other than Ms. Nurma, the mother of Bobby.
Just made Hanna flinch in disbelief. How the accusation sounded so cruel to him...
" b-not sir... You misunderstood... He's just my friend... Not more... " Defa Hanna.
" If it's just a friend, then why did the man visit until late... have you guys bergeng*ma to forget the time? " I accuse the other residents of further corrupting Hanna, making the woman even more paled, not afraid of being judged, the woman was only traumatized if she had to return to merciless abuse with scathing words.
" us... We didn't do anything mbak... Really am... My daughter is also home... How can we do such a dirty thing... This is really slander... " The truth of Hanna as it is, it is no longer explained how she feels now, heartache, fear, anxiety, all become one.
" You can sleep with your child first, then you do m*sum with your savings... " Cecar bu Nurma was merciless, making the mother of one child even more depressed.
" Just keep going, you cheap lady... Just throw it out sir, Hanna has polluted our village, if she is still here, it could be the citizens here later get a curse... Agree not father mother... " Nurma's bu stove, the woman completely cornered Hanna all out.
" Yes... Agree... Agree... I agree with that proposal... "
The residents' vocals conveyed their aspirations, forcing Ahsan to speak again.
" Relax, please calm down... At least we let Mba Hanna defend herself, however Mba Hanna always keep her attitude in our village, and always do good... "
" okay? Where is it from, Mr. Ahsan... If she is a good woman, how her son has no father, he has never married either... How can you say she's a good woman while she's pregnant out of wedlock? Surely his daughter was the result of adultery, right father mother? "
Again, all residents agreed with what Nurma accused Hanna of, forcing Hanna to reopen her voice.
" sir... I did not do anything like what was alleged... This is slander sir... It's really just slander... "
Hanna could no longer hold her sobs, her heart was like in a thousand seyat sepilu, sick not playing, many times the abuse hit her, many times also the woman tried to suppress all her pain.
However, no matter how hard he tried to keep looking fine, but in fact, the unlucky tears*n still slid rapidly, he said, showing his weakness in the midst of those who seek to bring him down mercilessly, without mercy.
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Annyeong Chingu
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