The Stupid Never Wrong to Choose
Gathering

Chapter 74

"The Stupid Never Wrongfully Chose "

Ana blinked her eyes, the bright light felt so dazzling to her eyes, she tried to adjust her vision, and re-assembled her memories, staring at the surroundings of the room where she was now.

Ana frowned while trying to sit up and lean her body on the back of the mattress, realizing that she was in a room, but this room felt foreign to her, he's sure this isn't his room in Fidy's house.

Ana tries to gather her memories, while twitching her head temples, as she feels her head being slightly dizzy.

"That night, I told bi Minah to go to sleep..."Ana murmured, constantly trying to gather her memories.

"Suddenly there was someone who approached me while I was asleep, after which I was immediately unconscious..."Muttered Ana again.

When Ana was busy with her memories, suddenly the door of her room opened, a beautiful woman who was very familiar, carrying a tray containing a bowl of porridge and a glass of milk, along with a glass of water.

Ana was fixated in disbelief, seeing the figure of a woman who was now real in front of her.

"M.mr..."Ana's voice rang out with a trembling voice, and a look of disbelief,

The woman smiled sweetly at Ana, putting her tray on the table, which was next to the bed that Ana was sleeping on.

The woman approached Ana, and sitting on the edge of the mattress, her eyes seemed to glaze over at Ana, there was a longing buried in those eyes.

"You're conscious, son..."The woman said with a hand that wanted to touch Ana's face.

Ana immediately avoided the woman's hand, still with her incredulous gaze staring at the figure of the woman before her.

She was eager to hug the woman, because of her longing, but the hurt and disappointment in her heart did not allow.

Tears escaped immediately, soaking the face of the beautiful woman, even though her age was no longer young.

"I know, when you find out the truth, you must hate us so much..."The woman said in a raucous voice, wiping her tears that kept flowing.

"What does all this mean...??"Ana asked with a raised voice, looking at the woman before her, the woman who had accompanied her for 22 years.

Although this woman still looks the aura of her beauty, but her appearance is much different when they are still together.

No longer visible valuables attached to his body, the clothes in his wear looks very simple without any branded brand that always accompanies his clothes.

Her face was not as glowing as before, no more expensive makeup that perfected her beauty, only a natural beautiful face that was in front of Ana.

"What happened to her.??"Just a few months did not meet her, why so many changes to her..??."Ana asked inwardly, while looking fixedly at the woman in front of her.

Ana continued to notice the woman crying in front of her, appearing thinner, with blackened circles under her eyes, indicating that the woman was too tired and less rested.

"We have received punishment for our actions to you An, and to the family of Satria..."Said the woman softly, still continuing to sob.

"Why can I be here.??"What other game is this...??"Ana asked, without turning her gaze at the woman in front of her.

There is a feeling of pain, when you see the tears that continue to wet his face, the woman who always gives her hugs and caresses, even though not every time, because of her busy life as a career woman and socialite.

"Wira brought you here..."The woman said softly.

"Wira...??"Ana asked in shock.

"After you're full, you'll know why the Hero can bring you here..."The woman said, giving a spoonful of porridge to Ana's mouth.

"I'm not hungry.."Ana said cynically, dispelling the spoon with her hands, as the spoon approached Ana's mouth.

There were strokes of sadness and disappointment in the woman's eyes, but she kept trying to smile, because she had expected that Ana must have hated her so much.

"I made this porridge special for you An.."The woman said softly.

"Do you remember?-?"when you whine for porridge first, but the porridge is even charred and salty, with the spirit you spend it greedily, you say it's the best porridge you've ever eaten..."The woman smiled happily, while imagining her past with Ana.

"And look, this porridge looks much better, its shape, its taste, even the aroma of its broth is very fragrant..."The woman said, while showing the perfect porridge, with the fragrance of broth that tempts Ana's taste, what else the worms in Ana's stomach had thrashed.

But when Ana remembered the fact that had happened, making her chest so tight, the wound that had begun to close was now open again.

"Taste it, even if it's just a little.."Said the woman, with a pleading face.

Ana did not reply, she turned her face away.

"Well, I'm going out, but please don't let it go, you'll get sick, don't forget the milk is also in the drink..."The woman said with a disappointed face, and put the bowl back on the table.

With a sad face, the woman got out of bed, and with a giant step she left the room that Ana slept in.

When he closed the door, the woman again cried sobbing, while running into another room in the house.

After the death of the woman who was hated at once in his longing, escaped the clear crystal that had been in Ana's hold.

"I don't know if I should be happy or angry, do I still deserve to assume what else to call his mamah..."Isaac Ana.

"When I'm sincere and accept all these facts, why should there be another meeting..."Ana said, with her chest growing tight.

Almost half an hour Ana cried, suddenly a loud voice in her stomach made her wake up, with a slightly dizzy head, as it held back the hunger.

Ana turned to the table beside her, and immediately grabbed a glass of milk that was not warm anymore, and immediately drank it until the toilet, felt very good, and refreshed her throat and stomach.

Ana immediately grabbed the bowl of porridge that had been rejected, the appearance and aroma of the porridge broth was so tempting to her stomach.

Ana immediately scoops the porridge and puts it in her mouth, instantly aghast Ana is shocked by her sense of taste.

"Why is this porridge so delicious, is it really made by him...??"Ask Ana to herself.

Because Ana knew very well, if the woman who had been called her mamah, could not cook at all, because cooking for her was very troublesome, just making nails, just making nails, his skin and face were broken.

For a moment Ana did not care about his thoughts, he greedily spent the bowl of porridge, although it was cold but the porridge was still chewy and waterless, and not watery, what else with its delicious taste.

While in a room, the figure of the woman was sobbing on the arm of a middle-aged man, in an already helpless state, only a clear circle came out from the corner of his eyes.

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