Being a Mother to Your Child
Chapters 12. Feeling foreign in your own home
Chapters 12. Feeling foreign in your own home
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Jodhistira
The 184-centimeter-tall man is now bare-chested with a seat facing a wide transparent glass wall, which overlooks an urban expanse that was twinkling at night like the Steaming Latitude.
The same name which was the cause of his moses he became upset.
Single men and an apartment is definitely not a strange thing. Especially for business men like Jodhistira. Yes, although his attitude is still as cruel as when he became a teenager.
Uniquely, a luxury apartment unit that he owned without the knowledge of his family. I don't know, the man often brought his lustful ladies, there . It would be very unsafe if it was known to his mother. Yeah!
The young man with the fiery sparkle was clearly impossible not to enjoy the world and its contents.
At an indefinite time, he is now drinking alcohol alone. His conscience was torn apart all out, he lost track of Latitude.
" He's not working here!"
" Even if you kill me, you won't get anything. Because I don't know where Melati is!"
Zaky's words yesterday hit him in the heart. Creating his increasingly faint wishful distance.
" Where are you going?" He murmured with a sad eye.
Jodhi dissolves into the unrest that makes her fall into the deepest trough of bitterness and torments her life.
He has repeatedly fucked women for the satisfaction of his desires. But the sense created when with Latitude, especially he who knows if he is the first man to enter the woman, makes him more and more want to have full Latitude.
Anxiety rained down on his mind. Where should he look?
Jodhi was seen turning on his phone which from yesterday he turned off. He knew his mother and father would find him.
If as a teenager he thirsts for attention, but after becoming an adult it becomes a bitch.
" Where are you Jo?" Papa Bastian was the first to send him a message.
" Don't tell me you're drinking again Jo! Quickly back, new Citra was hit by a disaster and was rushed to the hospital. What kind of uncle are you?"
Jodhi immediately confirmed her sitting position as her netizens read a message from her mother right then and there. It looked serious to find out if his nephew was not in good shape.
Yes, everyone loves and loves the image. Moreover himself.
" Image in the hospital?" He quickly got up even though his head was starting to twitch.
The man with a big nose was seen heading towards the toilet and washing his face in a quick motion. He looked at his face in the mirror.
Still disturbed by the name of the woman who does not want to disappear from her brain and heart.
" Don't you recognize me after all this time Lin? Is it just Raka's face that's always familiar to your heart?" Mumbled wailing.
His heart was really claustrophobic in order to know the fact that Lintang was no longer working in the Ozone cafe.
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Jatayu, Rafa and Gita as well as Kalyna have almost the same age. They now accompany Citra with Bu Kartika in the room. Makes some adults happy. It can entertain the image.
" Call the private teacher Ka, how I feel this is not the first time!" Rania exclaimed as the seven of them sat on the wide and long sofa in the family home of Raka's house.
Sitting while conducting a light class session.
" Already Ran, Dhira said that tomorrow there is a teacher coming here!" Anggi Sahut.
Raka just kept quiet, completely unaware of the chatter of the old men. He was still busy drowning himself in his cell phone screen. Open a message and follow it with a serious face.
" If I don't want to, where does he want to be!" Sindir Dhira to his son to remember the incident this morning.
But Raka still flinch. The man seemed to be twisting something.
" Ma!" Abhimanyu warned Dhira not to start the sloping thing. The man was very concerned about his wife's emotional state.
" So what about the kid who pushed Citra Ka? Do you need to go to her parents?" Now Indra asked his son a question. She felt her grandson was not safe.
Make Bastian nod. That's a good question he thought.
Raka is seen putting down her phone as she feels the elders are inviting her to talk.
" No need!" Said Raka who made all of them astonished.
" I was sent CCTV in class. The image of throwing a pen to his friend first!"
Makes everything more aghast.
" Although because originally the image in the bully!" Raka smiled wryly. Not thinking if his daughter is mentally burdened to hold the heart that does not accept, for the departure of his mother.
Now he's looking down. His son's mental apparently in wrought all-out and he just found out.
Now, the women's parents looked at each other. They are very sorry for his son who is currently clearly afflicted with hardship.
" Papa agrees that for a while Citra is taught privately first until she is ready!" Abhimanyu in the midst of silence.
" Hmm, I agree too. Or if you don't, just move your image to another school!" Imbuh Indra who also thought about the fate of his grandson.
Makes Raka breathe out. Is it hard being a parent?
" We are all there for you Ka. Also, consider your mother's advice to open your heart to others. We all have a past, even with Om." Bastian was now staring at his nephew's heavy face.
Everyone there agreed. They have also all been involved in a complicated cycle track record and tested all-out limits of patience.
Raka was stunned to hear his Oma's advice which actually made him mumble. Truly, he was currently in no mood to discuss women at all.
" How is the image?"
The sudden hasty-sounding bass sound made the seven humans sitting casually opposite each other throw their gazes towards the front. Displays a tall figure that comes with an anxious face.
" Jodhi?"
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Galeful
Galuh.
The vanilla-scented perfume he sprayed thinly onto the back of his ears, neck as well as his two wrists. Makes him more confident.
FLECKISH
He glanced at the Duke who was only wearing a towel around his waist and shifted his gaze. The body is actually his, legitimate and undeniable. But for some reason, he felt that the man's heart was not for him.
I feel strange in my own home.
" It's early in the morning?" ask Mas Adi while reaching for underwear and wearing it.
"Hemm, go to school first new to...!"
" I'll be out of town with Bimo. Maybe home at night!"
Her yawning speech was replaced with an explanation from her husband. His hands clasped tightly onto a perfume bottle he had just used.
It's always been this way.
His heart aches and tightness. What kind of marriage is this? What does that man want?
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Dukes
He did not deny if Galuh was a good and beautiful woman. But, both are not indicators or benchmarks he can love his wife wholeheartedly.
There was a heart that could not be forced even though wholeheartedly he insisted. I don't know, he's trying not to hurt anyone. Even if it's impossible. My bad!
As much as possible to provide a living born and inner. Although not infrequently, if when fondling his wife, he was actually imagined by the face of others.
Yeah, he's a jerk!
Marriage is holy and holy, but what if a man like himself is not able to interpret?
He was never rude to Galuh, only he could not force himself on the woman his parents had arranged for him. The Duke still had another name in his heart to this day. I don't know, what's this kind of guy called?
" You did I take you or..?" His words deliberately hung his sentence as he was diligently applying Nutela to his bread.
Galuh did not reply. Doesn't he leave every day alone in a taxi?
" Resti pick up later. He's going in the same direction as my school. Adi just go first!"
Say it while feeding his own homemade fried rice. As a citizen of +62 of course he has his own stomach characteristics. Who does not feel full if they do not eat rice.
It felt bland because his heart was tight.
" Hmm..!" The Duke's voice sounded like a mutter because his mouth was still crammed with delicious soft bread.
Hah, whether it will be until when, how long he and his wife will both torture themselves like this.
"I'll go first!" The Duke kissed the top of Galuh's head then rubbed it briefly and immediately then stepped away.
The kiss is not proof of love. But because of a habit.
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Galeful
With chest pain he shrank his two eyes that would not stop producing clear fluid. With his heart and soul becoming more and more claustrophobic.
He should have gone with spirit. But again, something like this is what he got.
" Loh mbak, why do the tumben dereng follow (not yet departed)?" Yu Sul that morning had already come. The part-time helper apparently arrived rather late this morning. He understood, maybe his youngest son was still exposed to fever.
" Not waiting for an invitation!" Smiling words.
" Yudi how's Yu? You healthy? Continue while pushing a plate containing fried rice that is still half. Her appetite evaporated somewhere else.
" Already mbak, because eating the rambutan kemaren was directly hot body. Boy if you tell him you don't want to hear!" Yu Sul's face was grim.
He smiles. The 40-year-old woman was only given a child after her marriage turned 15 years old. Makes her smile a little wryly at herself. He has not been given a child either. How would you be given? They rarely make out.
Moreover, he realized, the level of human fertility especially in the productive age is clearly different. Huh!
TIN
TIN
The sound of the car horn diverts his attention. That must be Resti. His companions.
" Yu I'm leaving first. Earlier, I entered the machine just by milled Yu. Don't cook, Mas Adi, I think I'll be home tonight!"
He grabbed a bag that was already nearby and walked out. Meeting his best friend who this morning will definitely accommodate all the outpouring of his heart.
" The tangled teroos it's early in the morning!" Cibir Rasti who now presses the indicator button to open the glass of his car, when he was at a close distance.
" Original need quality time with you deh I Res!" Press it while opening the car door. It's really convenient to meet bestie.
" You didn't work this morning?" Resti took off his glasses and looked at Galuh full of investigation when the woman was now busy putting on her seatbelt.
Galuh shook his head "Private teaching on Bu Kepsek's duty. But I want to talk to you first, a little too bad to go to his house. It's still seven, right?"
Resti smiled as he thought of a suitable place for them to make a gossipy place.
Although the single woman did not know, what Galuh would discuss with her later.
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To be continued...
