THORNS IN MARRIAGE
CHAPTER 52 - ESCAPE
Adhan Fajr. My mom and I woke up together.
I don't know if my crying last night made Mama Tiur feel guilty, which must have been a lot friendlier this morning.
Maybe because soon his two sons will wake up and see our faces are still slain.
Mas Jo and Jordan wake up from sleep. They are even ready with cocoa and sarongs that further maintain both.
I now realize, it turns out handsome and physical is not everything if the heart is hampered by many things.
"Good morning, my wife Liana!"
Life as in chaff I felt it again.
I didn't answer Jordan's greetings. Just looking down with a tired heart when he just woke up from sleep.
Jordan! I miss the old you. The ever-sweet heartfelt give me the zest to tread life! Jordan...! Can we go back to a time where you only chanted me with words of comfort? Jordanian... I love you. But I don't know what to do if you see your condition like this!
We pray together in a state of wounded heart. Everyone has a wound. And I'm sure Jordan is too. That's why it got like this. My fault!
I'm the ringleader of this family's destruction.
Feeling jumawa brings blessings to Jonathan's family life, it turns out that it is precisely the bitter reality that they must swallow.
In business, maybe Jonathan can now be successful again. He said, because I brought good luck.
In fact, I actually bring more fatal misfortune for them and their families.
Did I really bring bad luck to everyone who was near me?
Am I so bad for the people I love?
Irving... Destroyed because of me.
Jordan, Jonathan's... It also seems to have begun to be ruined by my misfortune.
Is this true?
I stubbornly held the emotions of the soul churning inside my chest.
My dawn is not very solemn'. The demons swayed inciting my thoughts to this and that.
I wavered for a moment. I'mtired. I started thinking about how I'd let go of all this.
I cried inside after I finished praying. Hiccuped. Can't hold back any more emotions and my tears burst into my cheeks.
"Liana?"
Mama Tiur turned towards me. He had just finished praying after the prayer.
Jonathan who became the priest of dawn was finished raising his hand asking for all wishes to the Kholiq.
I tried to hold back the sobbing so that no ears could be heard from the two men sitting in the front shaf.
Mama Tiur embraces my shoulder. Swiping slowly until felt by me the vibration of his hand which also holds sadness.
"Mama, Lian's going to the restroom first!" I whispered as I got up and rushed out of the hall of the beautiful house of musholla.
Genta is still in the musholla room. Still sitting next to Jordan and still stuck in silence in prayer.
If I leave their lives, at least things won't get more complicated and more chaotic.
I cannot be between two brothers who both want me lovingly. No. gabe.
I can't hurt any of them. Nor can it destroy the hopes and feelings of a mother who loves her children so much.
L'm... I'm gonna run away from this house.
Bags, cellphones, and wallets are in hand after entering your room and coming back quickly.
I also opened my face. Then with a quick movement because my body had shrunk more weight, I left the house quietly.
Mr. Saleh who had just returned from the mosque looked at me confusedly as I gave him the code with one index finger over the lips.
I don't care anymore. My resolve is round.
Five o'clock more, I'm out the gate of Jonathan's big house.
The still dark ambiance made it easy for me to walk quickly towards the main gate.
The faster and the more I put this foot to run leaving a sturdy shadow of the house that to me becomes scary.
The tears kept falling and occasionally wiped away as it blurred the view.
An empty taxi finally passed by and took me out of the luxurious housing estate in the northern number of the Capital.
"Where, Mom?" ask the driver politely.
"Just keep going!"
I cried covering my tear-filled face.
Oh, my God, my God! Help me, help me get out of this problem that always holds me back! Please, oh God!
Cellphone's ringing. Keep ringing non-stop. I immediately took it from the bag, then pressed the small button next to it until it no longer sounded. Cellphone shut. And now my life is much calmer.
"Where are we, Ma'am?"
I'm sober. My purpose is unclear. Where this foot goes.
"Inter-city bus terminal, sir!"
"Hm... Terminal around here?"
"Whatever. The important terminal that can take me to Banten!"
"Oh Rambutan Village, huh?"
"Yes!"
My goal, to meet Wak Hardi. He is the right person who can give me advice right now. My brain was directly connected to him, the eldest brother of the late Papa.
In addition to having qualified knowledge, Wak Hardi seems to be able to give me a solution to my problem.
In the morning, I fought against time. Go to the hometown of the late Papaku with a heart full of confusion.
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