THE MARRIAGE ENDS IN WOUNDS.
Now I'm Only Alone.

Indeed, there is no easy way to forgive when the heart is already sick to be able to understand, and accept the reality of problems that are quite complex as experienced by Diah.

Diah roared while being sad this was just a mother figure who could understand and understand. But it is different from what Diah did.

His mother seemed not to expect his presence because without bringing money. Ironic there is such a mother.

"Why are you, Diah. Where is your husband?" asked Miss Reny annoyed, only Diah lived who became expected to sustain her life. But Diah came home in a sad state.

He occasionally wiped his tears. "Diah wants to meet Diah's son, Mom, and miss Mom too" he said staring at Ms. Reny, who was looking at him with a facial expression that was difficult to interpret.

"For what? your son is happy with the Rose he will not lack," Miss Reny stood in front of Diah who was still resting at his feet. But his mother has no intention of touching Diah's body.

"Mom.he is Diah's son. Diah was wrong, for wasting her" Diah remembered her son's shadow when not admitting it used to be more regretful.

"Have Diah answered Mother's question, where is your husband? didn't you tell me you were married to a rich bule?" ms. Reny ended up sitting on the sofa chair violently.

"Mom wants to ask for money with you, mom is in debt!" ketus bu Reny in inappropriate situations.

Diah stared at her birth mother in disbelief, five months did not meet she thought her mother would be happy with her presence, it turns out Diah was wrong to come here.

He got up from his seat. He left his mother not to say anything.

He walked towards the Rose house, which was only a few steps away.

Tok tok tok tok

"Before a while." sounded a woman from within.

Checklots

The door opened and Melati opened it. Melati happened to be here, because she was picking up something left behind.

"I..." Melati took two steps back, she was surprised to see Diah's current state. His ideal body that contains becomes thin dry. Let alone the makeup like before, red lips that are usually charming now look pale, thin cheeks, which protrude only puffy eyes.

"Silver Rose has Mel?" ask Diah lirih. Then down squeezing his lower clothes felt embarrassed by the Melati that he once despised now just plucked sweet fruit of his patience.

Diah heard the story of her mother comparing herself to the success of Melati although true, but made Diah's heart more hurt.

"Come on, I call Brother Rose, he's in the Rose shop" Melati replied, widening the door.

"Who Non?" ask me mbok Sarintem who just came out of the kitchen.

"Diah Mbok, would like to see Mr. Rose, he said." Melati was about to come out to call the rose.

"No need Mel, may... I meet my son for a moment?" said Diah faltered worried not allowed.

"Can't!" ketus mbok Sarintem install body. Mbok knows who Diah is. Obviously Mbok Sarintem is worried if Syifa near Diah is afraid of anything.

"Mbok" Melati warns seeing Diah now like she wasn't the Diah she once was.

"Please Mel, just for a moment, after this I will not come again" he said.

"Oh, please" Melati stared at Diah's honest-looking face finally allowing.

"Mbok.. please call, baby sitter told me to bring Syifa here" said Melati.

"Good Non" the symbol immediately inside called the baby sitter who was patting slowly Syifa's ass to bob.

"Sus, take Syifa to the front, someone wants to meet, but we must be careful not to let your guard down" said Simbok khawar Diah carrying Syifa escape.

Beby sitter put Syifa to sleep in the stroller and then pushed her forward. Standby Symbok blinked his eyes at Melati, gesturing for Melati to be careful.

Diah sat down by the stroller, staring at the clingy Syifa. Melati, symbok, baby sitter standing around.

"I'm sorry, dear Mama." said his tears back in his eyes he cursed himself, why he could waste his little angel.

Diah raised Syifa's body intending to hold her for a while.

"Oeek.oeekk..." Syifa seemed to know who was holding her, crying loudly, thrashing not wanting to be touched by her biological mother.

"Mbak.. let me be, Syifa apparently does not know Mbak" baby sitter took over Syifa, from Diah's sling. Baby Sitter doesn't know who Diah really is.

"Cup-cup..." Syifa immediately buried her face in the baby sitter, her crying stopped. Baby Sitter then brought Syifa to the room.

Diah stared at Syifa in a baby sitter sling like she had lost half her life. She realized, it turned out like this to be a mother. He felt alone, all loved ones away from him, Abim divorced himself, Alfred turned out to only need his body, in fact he had another idol woman. His biological son considered him a monster, not even his birth mother expected him to.

Diah sat down on the floor hugging her broken knees.

"Diah.

"Mel forgive me. I'm sorry..." Diah embraces Melati's body. He did not believe it turned out to be only a sincere Melati to him. (Reader included) 🤣🤣🤣.

"Already Diah..I have forgiven you, the journey of your life is still long, repent, ask for His forgiveness" Melati's advice rubbed Diah's shoulders who hugged her tight. Through pity to see the situation of Diah, what happened to him to see Diah as he is now.

"Thank you Mel" Diah took off her opener, then wiped her tears.

"I came home Mel" he said, then stood forward while squeezing his palms.

"Diah" call Melati stop her steps. Then look back.

"Pak Renggono is being treated, you already know?" ask Melati then walk forward to approach Diah.

Diah nodded, she had been told by Miss Reny.

"If there is time, look at Mr. Renggono, he continues to ask you," said Melati, Mr. Renggono was always delirious in his sleep, calling Diah's name.

"Yes Mel," Diah then went out, did not return to his mother's house, it felt useless, he was no longer needed. Diah runs, this time waiting for public transportation will be more efficient than riding a motorcycle taxi.

*******

The night of the dark empty house lit by candles, 4 men have been partying celebrating the victory.

"Ahaha... Your work is good" a man's laughter echoed, he thought Abim was dead.

"To celebrate victory, you are free to drink as much as possible" said the gang leader.

On a round table illuminated with candles, there are three types of intoxicating drink brands that are well known. One of the gang's men pops a small cup and pours a drink for the gang leader, new to himself. When he wanted to take a sip, the gang leader held back his hand

"What's the boss?" he said and put the cup back.

"Wait a minute, after this there is the next target," the gang leader handed over the paper and pointed to the strategy points.

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