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I'm getting ready for the church service. I am not a religious man. But I want to get closer to God. Telling my complaints to him. Perhaps a miracle was on my side so that I could forget all this pain that was shackling my chest.
"The spirit of twilight, you can definitely. God loves you." I stared at my reflection in front of the mirror.
I came out of the room and didn't forget to lock the door. I purposely dressed up today, I didn't want my eyes to be seen by Lena and the others.
"Ja." Ja."
I was shocked when Mas Reza was standing behind me.
"What's wrong?" I asked coldly while putting the key in my stump bag.
"I'm sorry." He looked at me. But I turned my face away. A thousand times he said an apology that he would not be able to treat all the wounds he had trailed in my heart.
"Mas doesn't mean to slap you. Not by accident. The emotion." He looked at me like there was regret in his words.
"Please don't tell me about Mas's marriage to the unity Mas don't want to be kicked out of here." He held both my hands.
I looked at her with disappointment and teary eyes. The purpose of her apologies is only because I'm afraid to report about her series marriage to her first Captain.
"You're sorry about me for fear of being expelled. You don't feel guilty at all after taking me?" My word. Why can't these tears stop dripping?
"I'm sorry, Mas Ja, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for your duain. I just want to be a father. I want to have children. I want someone to accompany me to old age." Evidently.
"Mas, I've often invited you to pick up children or we're programming baby tubes. But you don't want to. You even married secretly behind my back. Leave me and destroy our marriage." I wiped my tears. Unfortunately as often as I wipe these tears still fall as they please.
"Sorry Mas Ja." He looked down like he was embarrassed.
"Udahlah Mas's. Don't talk about it." I wiped my tears and forcibly released her hand.
"I want us to separate." Say sure.
He looked at me in disbelief while shaking his head.
"I want us to separate. I can't stand it. I don't want to be polygamous and I can't have you choose between me and Ms. Siska. Because I'm sure Mas must choose Siska's mother who can love Mas descent. Whereas I'm just a barren woman who can't love you son." I refused to look at his face at all. His face was too painful for me to look at for a long time.
"Son... No.. You don't want to.. I don't want Ja. I don't want to separate from you... Love is with you Ja." He held both of my shoulders with a pleading look
"Mas, if you love me. You won't marry again just because of your child. If you love me you will survive whatever the circumstances. But why do you hurt my mind like this. Make me numb and trust dead." I clasped his hand on my shoulder.
I went out with a feeling of anger and emotion. My chest is like going up and down. My emotions were stirring and wanting to break just like that.
I wiped my tears rough. I paused for a moment to regulate my breathing. I have to be strong.
I heard the sound of Mas Raswan's car coming in front of our mess gate.
"Tante Twilight......"
Betrand got out of the car with half a run. This little guy really thinks of me as his mother.
"Betrand." I crouched down to welcome the hug of the seven-year-old boy.
"Mante Betand kangen...." His fists.
"Unyu-unyu Aunt also misses Betrand...." I hugged this little man tightly while stroking his back.
"Ja." Ja." Lena also got out of the car.
"Who's Ja's car?" Point Lena at the car parked in the mess yard where we live.
"Ohhh Mas Reza's car, Len." Answer me.
"Ohhh since when did Mas Reza buy a car?" Lena asked astonishedly "Cieee Twilight finally got a house running too. No more riding ojol, right Ja?" Le PPdek Lena laughed.
"Yes Len." I just smiled wryly. If only Lena knew it wasn't for me.
"Ohh yes Ja, who was the same woman Mas Reza yesterday? Did you ask?" Connect Lena. This Lena does have the highest curious soul.
"Don't know." Answer me from "Udah come on Mas Raswan already waiting." Invite me who saw the head of Mas Raswan nonggol in the mirror of the car.
I don't want to explain the destruction of my current household. I need healing to calm down.
We got into Mas Raswan's car. Lena and Mas Raswan were both born from family until they had everything after marriage. Love and treasure. Raswan loves Lena so much. Although they argue and riot every day but really both love each other.
"Ja why didn't Mas Reza attend the service?" Ask Lena Kepo still glancing at the car in front of my mess.
"Maybe he's tired." Reply origin.
"Ohhh yes Ja, I heard from Mbak Lia, the Sky Doctor will join the service this time. He held a free treatment for the sick people." Tempting Lena while raising her eyebrows teased me.
"Yes trusss?" I rolled my eyeballs lazily while stroking the head of Betrand leaning on me.
"Ehem, she's the Mother of the Stars." Whisper Lena while giggling.
"Len......" I slapped the shoulder of this noisy woman.
Lena. While Mas Raswan who was driving in front just smiled while shaking his head. No wonder anymore. Lena and I argue like this a lot.
"Ja, what's Reza's explanation?" Ask Mas Raswan.
"What is Mas's explanation?" Ask me again, pretending I don't know.
"About the woman who was taken to her friend's wedding yesterday!" Mas Raswan.
I'm speechless. Mum-up. Not because of Mas Reza's plea but my chest is always crowded talking about how Mas Reza ruined my life.
"Ja." Ja." Lena held my hand "Kok even bengong asked me about my husband?" Lena. Lena squinted her eyes suspiciously. If I had been quiet like this there would have been a problem.
I realized "Hemm, don't know Mas. Reza didn't say anything." My Kilah.
"You're not lying, are you?" Lena asked, looking at me who was silent.
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