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The children brought a new atmosphere in my life, let alone my little fatih. fatih same with his brothers, fatih more similar to dimas than me, nose face lips and hair color were the same, they were the same, I only get his eyes, eyeball color is also the same eye shape as me.

if dimas and twins have brown eyes, fatih and I have jet black eyes, and I'm proud of that, fatih likes the smell of fire, especially if you want to sleep fatih must be dressed in dimas or at least fatih feel there are around him.

As for the twins, their age is getting here almost two years and their liveliness is increasingly uncontrollable, as long as I give birth and there are forced more with her omanya, well the upbringing of her omens it makes danisa increasingly become.

danisa who is lazy to move is actually quite good compared to daniel but waoowww danisa actually-bener chatty and quite perfecsionis like dimas, but,  he can already manage and rule his babysister but if he is before dimas he will be very spoiled and pasted wherever he goes.

Someone told me that Danisa was doing it as a protest to share her affection other than herself and her twin, it may be true that their very early age should still need my full attention but they already have competitors to danisa act like that to get affection from anyone.

slowly and with affection I finally managed to get closer danisa and fatih, they finally want to get close but if fatih tackles danisa responds by beating fatih, huhhh heart almost jumped at that time, in front of my own eyes and can lift his finger to fatih's lips and cause fatih to strip harder, to make him fall ill.

My little Fatih had to be hospitalized for a few days because she kept peeling until her breathing was interrupted, and you know the response, she cursed me and thought I wasn't good at educating her children, she said, I was only able to strip in my silence, through her cries of fatih revealing what she felt and my heart felt torn to shreds hearing every cry and as if drowning in my little fatih tears.

which mother wants her child hurt, which mother does not feel the pain of her child, and because of the pain of fatih dimas seem to keep me away from her children, now that he took over my duty to keep the fatih in the hospital, and told me to go home to our own house, dimas did not allow me to get over fatih, let alone hug fatih see him now no, no, dimas now also leave twins on my two in-laws, so I feel a very deep loneliness.

In my loneliness, many things that stop in my brain to give an imaginary picture of my life in the future, but one thing that I now believe that my time has run out.

today is the third day of training in the hospital and in three days also given such a distance from my children, which mother can be separated from her baby, he said, but my brain and my heart synchronized saying that I was no longer needed, with a roar of tears I packed up all the things I had from my labors during my work as a budunbysitter (babu duren and baby sitter) and during the status of wife of dimas son of the duke.

Whether it was my desire to leave him or this was the end of my story, no one stopped me from leaving a million memories with my little family, every step seemed to kill me tragically, all the shadows of my children's love, sorrow, repression and spoiled attitude make me reluctant to leave the mansion that was where I once lived but now hiks hiks goodbye twins goodbye my son.

"my little coach if you grow up and God lets me hear your voice, call me mother even once" I said with a monologue to the wind as if I left my message to the baby who is now struggling with his pain.

My order taxi has honked a few times until it broke my daydream, with slow and heavy steps I dragged my body and suitcase closer to the taxi that would send me back to my true origin.

this is my story and this is how I finally lived a day and it will still end a day, thank God for giving me a new family even if only for a moment, if there really is an incarnation can I ask my family to remain them ?

Every tear that came out was like an invisible dagger, sharp and physically torn apart my soul, every second of which just passed by, continuing to leave me who hoped to be fixated in the time of my happiness that has passed, I hope all this is a mere dream but the more I hope for reality in front of my eyes as if to make fun and slap me tragically.

Goodbye happiness, I hope this is the last and I hope that nothing will replace your position in my heart.

I LOVE YOU COOK

I LOVE YOU TWINS

I LOVE YOU FATIH'S