Sharing Love: The Forbidden Desire of My Husband
Life Adeeva

...I was forced strong since childhood. I was forced to accept the fact that I was young. I was also charged with precociousness. It hurts but seeing my much more devastated mother makes me stronger to protect you. ...

...~Adeeva Khumairah's...

...🌴🌴🌴...

A car was seen entering the courtyard of the house that was not too big but looked very neat and cool. A pair of feet began to set foot on the ground covered with small grass. His face dimmed with lips so flat every time it was in this place.

The place that should be his home. A place where he could share his tiredness and happiness. A place where there should be laughter and affection. However, it turned out that all of it was just a dream in her sleeping flowers.

The dream of having a warm home actually gets a hell of the world. Want to have the pure happiness of two people who make it in this world but in fact it is all just a dream. 

His eyes closed as his footsteps got closer to the door. He breathed heavily every time he came home. No more happiness when he's in this house. No more gratitude when he came home from work and could meet his parents. 

All that was gone and died after he knew everything!

Suddenly the sound of shards with the screams of someone he knew so well made him tiptoe in shock. He quickly pushed the door of the house.

"Dad, no!" he ran towards the woman who had given birth to him. 

A terrifying sight that again had to be seen by his own two eyes. The figure of his mother who curled up near the wall with his father who was ready to kick his mother's body.

"Deeva please don't beat me again" she asked in tears. 

"Go, you son of a bitch!" shouted a middle-aged man by pulling Adeeva's arm. 

But not moving. Adeeva shook her head trying to shake off that big hand. He held his mother's body firmly. Trying to protect her from the anger perpetrated again by her father. 

"Dad!" exclaim Adeeva yelling. "If you keep doing this, Deeva will report everything and take it to the law!" 

The man growled in anger. She stared intently at Adeeva and aligned her body.

"Snake brat. How dare you go to your own father?" he cried with eyes staring at the bitch.

"Why don't I dare?" challenge Adeeva with courage. "If it's about my mother, then I can do anything to protect her." 

Not scared. The man who was the father of Adeeva just laughed out loud. He looked down at the girl born from his wife's womb.

"You and your mom are the same. Both whores!" the excitement then began to stand up.

"You!" show it to Adeeva's mother. "If you don't leave here tomorrow with your daughter, you will suffer the consequences!" 

After saying that. Adeeva's father immediately walked away from them. However, before coming out, he kicked his mother's beloved urn hard to shatter into pieces.

That would scare Adeeva. However, he tried to cover it up by clutching his mother's body so tightly. He did not care about his disturbed mental health and his deepening trauma. Most importantly for her, her mother should be fine.

"Mother gapapa, right?" said Adeeva let go of her embrace.

He cupped his mother's face. His lips grimaced when he saw the blood stains on the tip of the lips with a hand stamp on the cheek. 

Needless to say, Adeeva already knew that it was a twelfth slap!

"I'm sorry your Mom and Dad, son. We're…" 

Adeeva. He helped his mother stand up and sat her down on the sofa. 

"Mom wait here. Deeva took the medicine box," he said before leaving.

"Just for a moment, ma'am," Adeeva said in a hoarse voice. 

The girl immediately ran towards one of the doors on the first floor. The house is simple. There are only two rooms here. Adeeva immediately entered the room and locked it.

Actually, he just wanted to calm himself. Adeeva did not want her mother to see herself crying. He always wanted to be seen as strong by his mother. So that his mother would not feel guilty about this situation. 

He has a lot of secrets. Save their own pain. No one knows anything about his life but his two best friends.

"It hurts, Dad. Deeva's heart is sick. When can you change?" whispered quietly while holding his chest.

He leaned his body behind the door. Slumped down and dropped his head on his knees. He shed tears there. Trying to make her heart calmer by crying.

It's been over 30 years of cruel life in the world for him to keep going. There is no happiness whatsoever. Even because of this he tried to close his heart and promised to live alone.

Adeeva is just scared. Fear of having a partner like his father. 

"You can, Deeva. You're strong!" she said she encouraged herself after she was content to cry.

Adeeva put down her briefcase immediately. Wash your face and take the medicine box. He immediately went out and met his mother who was seen sitting contemplating on the sofa.

"Mother!" call her so her mother doesn't daydream.

"Yes. Why so long?" ask her mother with attention.

"Adeeva is still washing her face, ma'am. And the medicine box was still looking for Deeva because she forgot," he said trying to find an excuse. 

He also looked down. She didn't want her mother to see her slightly swollen eyes. After that he immediately opened the medicine box. Take a gauze to clean the wound before being given red medicine. 

"Mom hold on a second. Deeva was sure it was very painful," she said, then slowly began to bring the gauze closer to the corner of her mother's lips. 

Her lips grimaced when she heard her mother's moaning. He understood if this must have been so painful. Until unconsciously his eyes began to tear up to see the suffering of his mother.

"Mother" said Adeeva after cleaning her mother's wounds. "Are we leaving this house?" 

Adeeva's mother remained silent. The middle-aged woman looked at this house intently. Spreading his gaze as if he was researching every detail. 

"No, Son. This house has many memories for us" Deeva said slowly. 

Not a good memory, Mom. But bad memories, he said in his heart accompanied by heavy breathing.

"Didn't you hear what Dad said? He asked us to leave here" Adeeva reminded her mother.

"Mom's sure your father won't have the heart to kick us out, son. I'm sure!" 

Even though I hurt you often. I still hope well. Even still think that the bad man loves me and my mother, Adeeva said in her heart. 

"Mother" call Adeeva to grab her mother's hand. "Let's get out of this house. Leave everything here. Covering old wounds and building up a beautiful memory in a new place, ma'am." 

Adeeva looked at her mother's eyes intently. He was serious about his request this time. Working at Almeera Company with big salary. Of course, making him able to buy a simple house for both of them. 

"Please, Mom! This time only. This time follow Deeva. We're getting out of here. I don't love us anymore."

~Connected

My mother wrote this chapter. I don't know ah kesel.

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