Being a Mother to Your Child

Chapters 10. Fragile Woman

Chapters 10. Fragile Woman

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Abhimanyu

He leaves Dhira for a moment to meet Raka. He must be able to bridge the problems that occur between his son and his wife.

FLECKISH

He opened without knocking on the door of the closed room. He saw Raka staring out from the balcony while folding her hands together.

The man walked towards the place where his child was daydreaming. For a moment he smiled to see Raka who was similar to him when he was upset when he was squeezed into problems around Dhira.

" Looking does not mean being humble!" He said that when his position had lined up his son who looked grim.

Raka. A moment later set his gaze back in the direction it was going.

" Is my dad disappointed in me?"

Raka asked without turning her head, she was still diligently staring at the cloudless sky that afternoon. Scorching burning of skin.

" Slipping is a reasonableness, son!"

"As you said earlier, humility is different from inferiority!"

Raka listened even though the man was still diligently staring into the vastness of the horizon. Realize that he is guilty.

" Many things are not finished with just emotion!"

Raka admitted that in his heart.

" Would be black, white and even red.all have their wages!"

Both are silent, dissolving in silence. Raka examined the words of her papa that always had meaning in it.

" I'm sorry!" Sahut Raka's. He realized the mistake he made.

" Not to me!( Not to me)"

" But for that teacher!"

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Rabbet

" Ko, you call Mrs Bening. Tell him if I allow that teacher to come here!"

He calls Niko in front of his mom and dad. Make the two men breathe a sigh of relief. Even though he was still upset the teacher.

" Raka wants to rest first Mah, Pah!" He passed by and headed to his room after belittling his call. Not wanting to argue with the two most valuable people in his life.

" R..."

Abhimanyu restrained his wife's steps to pursue Raka. The man shook his head as an omen asked Dhira to let Raka.

" Give him the confidence to take care of Image Ma!"

" Give him the confidence to make peace with himself!" Abhimanyu nodded steadily.

Makes Dhira nod. Yes, often people who are often in trouble, can actually be wiser in attitude.

Raka stopped her steps as her phone flickered. Making his intention of wanting to take a bath evaporate instantly.

Goddess calling...

" Hello?" His mouth when it was attached to his ear lobe.

" Hey Ka, tonight is free?"

Raka scratched her head "I'm busy Wi why?"

" Do you like the gift?"

Raka smiled as she glanced at the navy color tie that looked exclusive to the gift from her friend. The tie he now puts in the special place of his tie.

" Thanks yes. I thought you were..."

" Don't say like that. Yes, I'll see you tomorrow?"

Raka was stunned, he intended to skip to the office if Citra's condition was still not restored.

" Picture has entered the hospital again. So..tomorrow me..!"

" Oh, I sad to hear that. So how is he now?"

Raka continued chatting until she forgot her intention to take a shower. He had to admit, nostalgia a little with the Goddess seemed to be able to divert the emotions that had arisen in his chest.

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With an unguided move, he walked into his house after closing the door with a crumpled face. The first day, he went through with bad luck.

How not, it was too late in the morning. Some afternoon he had to watch his student fight and had to deal with the medical party. Even his peak, he who floods tears because he was snapped by the parents of one of his students.

Really shit!

Is it hard to be an educator?

He removed his high heels and placed them on a special shelf. A moment later he put down his bag and threw his body on the bed in his room.

Really tired.

A cold bed that he rarely engaged in hot battles, even though he was a wife.

Miris right?

Yes, Galuh was married and had a husband named Duke. He was betrothed to the man by his parents. Long story short, Adi's parents and his parents are good friends.

The Duke worked at a well-known multinational company in the city. The housewife was empty because the Duke was not as expected. How to call it yes? The man was not attentive at all, but also still routinely gave himself some shopping money.

I don't know. Too complicated to define.

He even recalled that when he asked for permission to teach again after marriage, the man was even indifferent.

" It's up to you!"

" Well, you set it up!"

" Well, you know it yourself!"

Anger had been in the chest, but his mind pounced. Although gradually he was accustomed to the attitude of the Duke who bah bah loh. But as a normal woman, she often misses a warm touch.

Without feeling, Galuh's tears dripped. He was sad that afternoon. Always feeling alone. Even the intention of teaching so that he can forget the sadness of his heart, even it becomes a combo burden that now interferes with his mind.

TRINGS

A message came into his phone.

" Tomorrow you teach Citra privately Luh. You set the clock, you better not be too early. I'll discuss the time again"

Hope he slept for a moment and forget all the complications of life that happened.

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To be continued...

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Rabbet

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Jodhistira

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