Trapped in Rich Bonded Love
Haram Child
A child cannot choose to be born from whose womb he is born.
The actions of parents who violate the norm will affect their innocent children.
So let us plant virtue so that our posterity may reap the sweet fruit of our conduct.
Sweet greetings from mom for readers 😘
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I Angelina wanted to tell you about the ins and outs of my story that really should not be told.
Maybe this story will be a little emotionally draining and hurt by the lamentation of my heart!
I'm an Aya MA, born to a third woman in the household someone who made me a child was considered a piece of trash before the eyes of my half-brother, my friend and the community, I was just one of the girls who fell victim to the selfishness of my parents.
They think I'm a fake rich lady.
Stay away from me like I'm disgusting.
I'm Angelina Aya MA don't want to be born a rich young lady.
how do I feel about being treated like that???
I cried and could only mourn my poor fate.
I used to be just wondering...
If my father were still around, would he protect me and announce to all people by saying, MY DAUGHTER AYA IS NOT A PEST BUT SHE IS AN ANGEL AS HER NAME IS ANGELINA AYA MA WHICH I HAVE PINNED AS A DAUGHTER THAT I LOVE VERY MUCH.
Haha ....
I can only laugh and cry when fantasized about being loved by a man who says he is the first love for a new born daughter into the world, I never knew a man I could call my father.
The man I never saw as a father figure because a father figure to me is just a fairy tale in every beautiful story my mother used to tell me as a child, the man she said gave me the name ANGELINA AYA MA, I never knew her in my world.
When I was a kid, I asked my mom..
Where is my father's mother?
My mom just said your dad works out of town, son..
I can only accept and always be enthusiastic when someone knocks on the door of our simple house, hoping that comes the figure of the father I crave, even though all I can get is disappointment because what comes is not my father.
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When I was ten years old, there was a grandfather who claimed he was my Grandfather, I was happy to accept him.
He took us to a luxurious house that I saw like heaven but without me realizing it was hell where I got the new identity of ANAK HARAM.
My mother who used to love me slowly moved away from me because gradually the identity of the bastard child separated us. We are together but our distance is far.
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The love!
In my life I have loved two men.
My first love ran aground for choosing to have an affair with my stepbrother who was the legitimate child in our family.
A rich man where dare to survive and establish love with an illegitimate child.
Haha .... I can only laugh at my life.
I've been dumped and my mom just kept quiet like a maid and never saw me who was always insulted by my sister.
if I remember this first wound I want to laugh at myself once more, if you think I'm crying babawan not because my tears have receded will be the wound that my first love gave me.
It used to be that Aya MA fools learned to cook for her.
Change appearance just for him.
Burying my artist's ideals for her because she did not like having a lover of a movie player, in fact she chose to cheat with my stepbrother who suddenly became a celebrity.
When I saw them together, just simple words he said to me.
I'M SORRY AYA, I REALLY LOVE MIABI AND I JUST REALIZED THAT FOR 5 YEARS OF OUR RELATIONSHIP I ONLY CONSIDERED YOU TO BE LIMITED TO ADIK.
My first love was so great, right???
You can laugh while I just want to cry🤣😭. Therefore I chose to go abroad to remove the wounds and reorganize the heart again.
After returning to the homeland I began my career on my own feet until I stood proudly for five years, and gained a new love, which I thought was my last port.
Again I fell because God darkened my life, took everything away from me, but in that darkness I felt loved even if it was just a lie.
Because in my blindness. I was tricked by a man who pretended to be an angel in my dark. The man I thought was my wingless angel, my true love who accepted me for who I was was. The man who was able to make me move on will love again drop me to the bottom of the earth, again I betrayed a word Love.
Will a woman who is destroyed by love twice like me be a believer in Love easily?
Ask your deepest heart!
How about if you guys are in my position that is always considered a piece of trash. Even if it is considered more noble than me?
Love???
What is Love?
The man who has just come into my life has me completely is indeed able to shake my heart but he has not been able to pull me from the Shackles of Revenge and to the best of heart.
My little heart said the man was only obsessed with me.
My heart was arid and began to doubt the existence of sincere love and happiness that I dreamed was just a dream.
The happiness....
Is that happiness???
I want to feel it too.
I used to feel happiness for a while when I got the award on stage but an hour later that happiness was taken from me in place of the darkness that invites the pain to multiply, because I get a born and inner violence.
Now I know I used to stumble when blind because there was a foot of someone who deliberately scuttle my footsteps, laughing people laugh at me as if it is music that has a discord in my ears that do not want to hear until I have prayed that my disability is added to deafness. Humiliation of people as if it were my morning, afternoon, evening meal.
You must be asking where is my rich family??
I cut off our family ties so that my grandfather forbade me from seeing my mother who was already a stranger to me because my mother's love had been taken away by them. .
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Such is the sad story of an illegitimate child who gradually began to accept the identity that my parents gave me.
I used to be angry with my father, there was an intention in my heart to dig my father's grave, ask him why he made me with another woman, whereas he had offspring with his first wife.
But it's just a stupid wish that I can't possibly do, even if I dig up my father's grave, I won't get anything because all I'll get is a silenced skeleton without any answer.
Why don't I want to be rich???
Wealth is like a bone-chilling dagger because even though I am rich I cannot afford to buy a human mouth and erase the traces of my birth.
Background wealth only invites people to lick me when in front of my face and sneer in the back.
I Anggelina Aya MA has a long story to know this me who has another identity besides illegitimate child...
If you're curious about my other identities, follow my story as it is.
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Cring kring cring..
“Bolu steamed, thanks for listening to my boring story, it has been a week he did not come home. What is your master doing? by the way don't tell anyone else about my bulk, because my story is mellow... Hahahahaha”
It turns out that Mpok Aya MA had earlier confided to his Tiger, the 25-year-old woman was upset that the flocked had 6 days not returned home.
Cring cring cring.The distinctive sound of the phone from Hendry was heard in the woman's ear.
With lazy Aya MA raised that call, “Hem!” aya MA replied lazily.
“Ay you didn't forget today we made a deal!”
“Ok, I'm there now!”
^^^~To be continued.^^^
Sorry one-on-one all, this meriang mom, out of the booster vaccine makes your mom limp.