Tucked In Both Hearts
60. Flashbacks

Ms. Mita is getting sobbing. Heard the words coming out of his son's mouth. His chest grew increasingly claustrophobic as he looked at his firstborn's fiery bead eyes and exuded disappointment and anger at one time.

"Without diminishing my respect for you. Please leave my parents' house. Never come back here under any pretext. I'm not meeting you. This is our last meeting."

Jeon closed the door after saying the expulsion sentence. Ms. Mita could only get sobbing with a lethargic bow. It hurts more than it did 26 years ago. The year in which he was very strongly forced to perform exile on his own son because of the safety factor for his son. He realized the choice was wrong, but he was only thinking about the fastest way.

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Flasback 26 years ago. 

Mita who just got married two months ago cried when she looked at the small object that gave rise to a red two-colored line. He did not expect that at the age of the second marriage month, he was given such great trust and trust by the Almighty.

The afternoon at 12:00 her husband who had never been home at lunchtime had certainly surprised Mita with his sudden return. Not mean anything, her husband always brought provisions when leaving for work.

"Mas, what brings you home at this hour? Is there no more work?"

"In the office is being reduced employees and I'm one of them. This is severance money from the company. Try enough to cover our daily needs until I get another job."

"Yes, I'll skimp from now on."

Seeing the face of her husband who was desperate, sad, and seemed hit with his condition made her remember that there was good news that she had to convey. She hopes with the good news that hopefully can restore the mood of her husband to be more and become an encouragement for her to find work of course.

"Mas, there is morning news behind this sadness. I'm pregnant." Mita said that simple sentence with a sumringah.

Of course the response from Mita's husband was the same as she expected, the smile of the deceased was also perfectly decorated on her lips.

"Are you serious? That means I have to get a job sooner."

And the wishful thinking is in fact only really wishful thinking. Until Mita was eight months old, the man never got a job.

During those eight months he only worked as a shavings whatever he could do, he would do. While Mita can not help much because the content is quite weak and need a lot of struggle to get to the age of eight months.

The economy that was once enough and became all-starved little by little changed the attitude of Mita's husband. Patience, love, and affection that once enveloped the couple went out of nowhere. The stress with the circumstances seems to have succeeded in making the evil soul of Mita's husband arise at that time. The man turned drastically into a temperament and there was no more warmth.

"I don't want to know, I'm going to hand this kid over to one of my friends who doesn't have kids. I didn't ask for your approval, yes, Mita. Willing to not be willing, willing to, sincere or not. It won't change what I want."

"What can you love later? Do you think the child needs not much? Even your gestational age which is now eight months you have what for your child? You don't have anything, do you?"

"Yes, it should be you who dong effort, Mas. Your efforts are less hard!"

"Whatever, I tried my best to make money and get a job. If you feel my efforts are less hard, it's because you just sit at home, don't know what it's like to be me. I've received DP from my friend. So inevitably this child will have to be his. We can make another child if our economy has changed."

"Astagfirullah, Ma. What are you, anyway? Why are you not having any love for your child?"

"I love him. That's why I gave it to my friend. So that his future is assured. Temen I'm rich. His life would be assured if he had a lot of money, a future, ideals, his needs, everything."

Unable to say anymore, Mita was already at a loss for words to respond to her husband. She covered her leave and wept for her fate in the room. His head felt heavy thinking of a way to free himself and his son in this matter. She was not willing to sell her child to someone else. Anyone who was in Mita's position would definitely feel the same way. How can a father sell his son for his future to be assured?

Day after day Mita passed with fear. The closer the day is to the birth date of the child. That means she must quickly think of ways to make her son not meet his own husband.

Constantly thinking the same thing left Mita unable to sleep that night. Coupled with a stomach that feels bad and feels a little pain since this afternoon. The longer the pain in his stomach gets unbearable. He suspected that she was going to give birth now.

Although her child's estimated birth date is still two weeks away, Mita secretly goes to the midwife to have her stomach checked. He walked in the middle of the night with pain in his stomach. As strong as possible and as much as possible, he walked quickly to get to the midwife's house a little far from his home.

With a handful of bracelets that he had made himself finally he arrived at the midwife's house in the village. He banged on the door several times before it opened from the inside and displayed a female figure in her 38s.

Long story short, right at 02.00 am Mita managed to give birth to her child safely. At that time Mita also took her son away from the village. He brought his son into his close arms. He kept walking while crying over the little baby he had just born into the world.

Mita stopped walking when she felt really tired and was no longer strong. Not far from where he stood he found the largest house among a row of other houses. He did not want to linger leaving the midwife's house. He had to go back there to take the next action.

Finally, with the most painful sobs in his life, he put his son in a garbage can that had no contents. He put his son in the garbage can so that only the owner of the house would take it. If so, then someday if it was possible to meet his son, he could search easily. Not to forget he took one of his socks and put a bracelet he made with affection in the bedong that wrapped the baby. After that he left from there.

"I'm sorry, son. I have to tell your father if you're dead. Someday I'll come here to pick you up."

And apparently what Mita planned and neatly arranged in her mind is not in line with reality.

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