WOUNDS OF FLOWERS (DUE TO PREGNANCY OUTSIDE MARRIAGE)
Chapters. XXXI Flower Wounds
Both Nathan and Bunga have now finished eating his meatballs. The flowers immediately clean the dirty bowl and keep it in the back.
"The meal's over, you better get out of here!" ketus Flowers with a squeaking gaze and both hands are crossed in front of the chest.
But Nathan still felt reluctant to leave the small house. The spacious house is even smaller than the living room of his house. Nathan took a deep breath and bit his lip. He wanted to talk to the flower. Looks like tonight is a good time.
"Flower," call Nathan Iirih.
"Why else? Go back there! It's night," remove the flower still with a tone of ketusnya.
"I'm sorry" Nathan said. "Flower, please forgive me. Although I know, I don't deserve that apology, but let me apologize to you and I'll never get tired of apologizing before you actually forgive me. I was wrong Bunga, I'm caliph, I'm really sorry I ignored you and didn't believe your words" Nathan said. Even his eyes were heating up. One blink, his tears will soon spill.
"What did you say? Sorry said? That easy way you say sorry? After what you did 6 years ago? After the agony I've been through these 6 years, are those apologies enough to make up for everything? Can an apology fix everything? Is an apology capable of bringing back everything that has been lost? Do you know how I've been suffering all this time? Do you know how I've been struggling all this time? Do you know how I got stuck in the streets from being kicked out by my own parents who were supposed to be paddling me? You don't know, Nath. You don't know shit. Nath's pain, pain," the Flower screeched as she lashed her chest. "Imagine, at that age of 18, I had to fight alone with no one by my side for the baby in my womb? I also still have to struggle to find money for the cost of labor. You know, I even got to be a newspaper handler to survive. But still, the money wasn't enough so I was starving more often when I was pregnant. Actually I could've dropped it, but .. but I'm not a killer. I. I am self-conscious, this self is covered in sin and I do not want to increase my mountainous sin by eliminating my own fruit. You don't know how I'm gonna survive." Flowers remember their past.
...Flashback...
'Say, who has impregnated you brash child?' snapped up the Flower's father, but the Flower was silent. Want to tell free thought because Nathan will soon go to America to pursue his ideals.
'Basic brat! Make shame! Just die you savage!'
Platkk ...
Platkk ...
Platkk ...
Without mercy, Bunga's father slapped the left and right cheeks of Flowers until he fell to the floor.
'Aaaaarh .. geez, yeah! Forgive Flowers, dad! Flowers please forgive me, dad! Sick yah!' the Flower Scream.
'You said, huh! You are a child who does not know yourself. How come you threw shit in our faces. We taught and educated you to be an honorable woman, but you did a disgusting deed to get pregnant out of wedlock. Where's your brain, huh? You were schooled to make you a woman of knowledge, not to be a woman of contempt and cheapness.'
Cfetc ...
Cfetc ...
Now Bunga's father just whipped his body with his belt.
'Then yeah, it's flowers! He could die if you keep wearing your belt. You see, his body is bleeding, pity Flowers well, don't hurt Flowers anymore.' She begged for forgiveness from her husband.
'Mom doesn't have to defend this brash kid. What would people say if they knew this child was pregnant out of wedlock? Shame Ma'am, I'm ashamed. Quickly tell me who that brash guy is! Say quickly!' snapped his father again in a thunderous voice.
'Flower, quickly tell me father, son! Let him be in charge.' Mother Bunga explained to Bunya to tell the truth about the father of the future Flower.
'So you still want to keep quiet! Oh or maybe the man who fucked you wasn't just one, so you don't know which man impregnated you? Right so?' hiss the father of Flowers with increasingly burning emotions.
'Quickly clean up your belongings and immediately leave this house and never set foot in this house again! Go!!!'
'Mom, sis, please Bunga, Bunga won't go!'
'Go say! Are you deaf, you brat! Get out of here before I drag you down the street! Go!!!'
Because of fear, Flowers also with a step swept into the room and then put some clothes into his bag that is not so big following a savings book which is the prize money every time you follow the race. After picking up items as necessary, Flowers rushed out. He was worried that his father would beat him again if he did not leave the house immediately.
Bunga looked at his brother hoping he would help or defend Bunga so that he would not be expelled from the house where he grew up. But, sister Bunga just threw away the face. There was only the mother and Kia who were crying by hugging each other. They can't do anything. They had already spoken to Bunga's father not to throw out the Flower, but Bunga's father remained to his decision. Until finally, Bunga really left the house.
Confused, not knowing where to go, Bunga then look for the whereabouts of Nathan. The hope is, Nathan this time will believe in her pregnancy and help her to provide shelter. But expectations did not match expectations, it turns out that Nathan had left for the airport to make a flight to America.
The hearts of flowers are broken. He doesn't know where to go and what to do. He tried to contact Bella and Lilya, but none of them raised his call. Feeling in vain to have a mobile phone but can not be used to contact and ask for help to anyone, Bunga also sold his phone and the money he used to rent the boarding for his residence.
It is not enough to get there the suffering of flowers, while pregnant she must know the fact that her pregnancy is weak. He is required to bed rest, but bed rest is an impossible thing. He must survive, both for himself and his son. No one's saving it. He had to work to find money for food and other expenses. But he never got a job because of constrained education. The school is not out yet. He is like a person who does not go to school because he does not have a diploma.
Eventually, he was forced to work as a newspaper handler. Newspaper in the middle of the street. No matter the scorching heat and dust, it is resistant. For the sake of the baby, whatever he is willing to do. Until the pregnancy that goes to 8 months, his health declined dramatically. In the heat of the sun, the flower contracts and then bleeding profusely. Aided by several people who happened to walk on the streets, he was finally taken to the hospital. But the wound did not want to end, Bunga lost one of his babies due to the bleeding. Her baby, whom she named Buana Wiryatama's son, left before seeing the world.
...Flashback...
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