(Revised) Regretting It Too Late

(Revised) Regretting It Too Late
An unhealthy home



Since morning I haven't seen Monica and bi Dami either. Because I didn't sleep in the room with Monica, so I don't know when she got out and left the house.


Neither me nor Monica was always busy with our affairs. I still need a lot of time to be able to accept Monica's betrayal of me. But my little heart I can't lie, because I can't accept the fact that Mona is not my son and my flesh and blood.


"Mas. When will Bram be like this? Why did Bram change." Monica asked me when she saw me sitting in the living room looking at the files that I deliberately went down to busy myself at home.


"Take care not to make me dizzy, I'm still busy right now" I replied to Monica.


I'm still trying to accept Monica, but not her daughter. I can't accept that she's not my daughter, and I can't accept all that.


Every day Monica and I argue with all sorts of problems. Until one day I couldn't stand it all and I showed Monica the results of a DNA test I did.


"Tell me. I can accept your betrayal of me. But not with your lies. The ready child you have conceived and you were born with, why don't you give it to his father.!" I snapped at Monica who started crying.


No words came out of Monica's mouth, as if she didn't want to reveal the true identity of Mona's biological father. I who was feeling annoyed at the turn held back my anger, and I left Monica just like that.


On the way I felt swayed in an uncertain direction. My household is getting happier, and my family is not well. I really needed someone to calm myself down, but I didn't find who it was.


"O Allah, why is my household like this? Why is everything I've designed so messy." I complained and I rested my head on the steering wheel.


When I got home, I went straight into Adinda's room to rest. I lay down my body and I pondered, to invite Adinda to refer because I just turned it 1 so I can still refer to it again. Because I want to have offspring with him according to my mother's wishes.


"Mas, Bram's already night. Do you not want to eat first? It's bi Dami's cooking dinner." Monica's voice woke me up from my sleep,


"Can't you cook for me once. From the time of marriage I've never even tasted the food you've cooked.!" I snapped annoyed at Monica who I thought she had interrupted my break.


Somehow the more I came here the more upset with Monica, the more she has deliberately taken a leave of absence to take care of the house and is always at home every time I go home. But it doesn't change anything, everything stays the same, what happened to my family doesn't make it back.


I often think and never think, why people I trust and love so much. And I poured out all my affection and also my sincere love for him that would betray me, even tarnish the sacred promise of marriage that I had promised for him.


Anger, hatred, anger and stupidity have haunted me. I felt like I had been played by a wife I trusted and chose myself for, I felt that I had been fooled and deceived by the wife I chose with my love and against my parents and hurt my wife.


There is a sense of insecurity in my little heart. There was a deep sense of disappointment that I couldn't solve and I was looking for a way out, and there was no solution.


"Monica why are you here? I have nothing to do with you." mama Mas Bram replied to me when he saw me coming.


"Ma please Monica ma. Please forgive Monica ma." I said to weld her mother mas Bram.


"I'm sorry.? You should be apologizing just as Adinda is not our same. And if you want us to forgive, you can give us back our daughter-in-law. Give us back our sister, you are the destroyer of people's households." old man Bram said angrily to me.


"But ma, at Bram's mas house doesn't want to talk to Monica. Please ma, Monica's really sorry for everything Monica did." I said still trying.


"I'm sorry we. We can't do anything about it, it's about you. You should go home when your daughter is little" said her mother Mas Bram and immediately entered the door.


After Bram's parents' house I didn't know where to take my daughter. I was standing right in front of an orphanage, thinking about giving up my daughter in this one, but I was afraid that she might have bad foster parents.


"I don't know what to do now, old man Mas Bram can't help and mas Bram also won't accept it." I'm very confused how to.


I kept walking while carrying my daughter Mona and without me noticing I came to a restaurant. And I see from the resto that comes are sumua rich people. I thoughtlessly left my daughter on one of the benches, after I saw no cctv near my seat.


After I made sure it was safe, I immediately left my daughter who was sleeping in her sleep. And I watched until someone took it.


After about 1 hour finally someone carried my daughter into the restaurant, long time I observed that person did not come out again and the state of the restaurant was also not excited, so I felt calm. At least there will be no one who will investigate and look for who the parents of the baby.


It's been about 1 week that I left my daughter at a restaurant. I also returned to the restaurant to find out the circumstances and news that might be spread among the employees about the discovery of a baby or a baby discarded by his parents. But after I arrived at the restaurant, the state of the restaurant was fine and there were no rumors about the baby story.


After I felt that my daughter was being cared for by a good person, I decided to get out of Bram's mas house and return to my house. Because I feel like Bram won't accept or forgive me. And I also tried to find and meet Adinda, but she was very busy and could not be found if there was no appointment first.


Assalamu'alaikum, manor,


Mas Bram I'm sorry, maybe my way is wrong. But I no longer have any solution, I also have often looked for Adinda but she can not meet me. I went back to my house, because I couldn't live with Mas Bram, but we couldn't talk to each other. I will give Bram time to forgive my mistakes. And I'm sorry I couldn't say that Mona's real dad was ready, because I wanted to forget that guy and not remember him anymore.


Greetings, Monica