Casanova Brief of Widows

Chapter 24

For almost a year I adapted to that rehab. My condition, which was originally severely assessed by the sisters there, gradually began to improve. I've started to calm down and dare to face outsiders.

I, who never touched my son, have now begun to look at him with guilt and pity. My son grew up healthy and fat under the care of my parents.

One more grief that I have to experience, my son does not want to see and does not want me to touch. He always roared and cried when he accidentally saw me. I realized that this was also because of my mistake. I haven't contributed to his growth in a year. He was already very agile and actively running around to and fro.

After a few days of being declared cured of depression, I was allowed to go home and move as usual. I'm glad to be back to my original condition. Somehow, I also forgot about Arkan. Ever since I returned home to my parents, I never asked about her. My parents never mentioned his name in front of me. His name just vanished in our lives.

It took a hard and patient effort for me to be able to adapt back to the circumstances around, especially with my son. She only clung to my mother and also my only brother. I just found out that dad's gone and since I was taken care of in that house. I just locked myself in my room for a few days.

Until one day, my father came to my dream. He said not to dissolve in sadness and also regret for not being there in his last seconds. He also apologized for my match with Arkan. To be honest, I never had a problem with that, I sincerely accepted that the destiny line was determined by God. From that moment on, I tried to be sincere and focus on my son, the only one who needed me as his mother.

A few months later, my son began to know me. He was willing and happy when I took him everywhere. He was one year and three months old. His face looks more like his father than mine. It doesn't matter to me, like anyone, he's a child born from my womb. I'll make sure he doesn't lack anything in his life, both in terms of material and affection. I was determined to work for him. I have to be brave against the outside world like I used to be.

My efforts have not been in vain. With persistence and determination, I managed to become an obstetrician at one of the top hospitals. Alhamdulillah, ever entered a rehabilitation house does not make me difficult to find sustenance.

The life I had begun to rearrange with great difficulty was almost ruined by a depraved man. Because I rejected his proposal, I was made an easy target to complete his lust that was in the crown. Lucky there was my brother who at that time came to save my life, maybe if Alvin did not come on time, I've been in the mental hospital.

After that, I was traumatized again. I was afraid that no one would accompany me everywhere. Because I was so depressed and uncomfortable with my fear, I decided to wear a veil so that my face would not be exposed by anyone but my own family. That way, no more adam can lust when he sees me. It's not that I'm too confident in the beauty that I have, is it. I just keep the eyes of the adam so that no one will edit me as his wife in time either until when. Karwna to be honest, I'm still traumatized and scared of marriage and men. Arkan made me realize that humans can change as fast as lightning.

Life took me in all directions and all sorts of colors. God has brought me back to a strange and unique human being. I met a man named Bari, through my sister. It's funny to remember this. Several times I accidentally caught him making out with various forms of women and one of them my own cousin.

I knew Bari even before I met her at Diana's house. I often see him in shopping malls, restaurants, salons and other elite places. And he came to all those places with different women.

And finally what I was waiting for happened. That night Diana caught her lover spending on another woman. On the one hand I am grateful that Bari's rottenness was finally revealed, but on the other hand I felt the sensation of Diana crying bitterly all night and added the next day getting worse. Fortunately it only lasted for two days, after which he returned to his normal state and even wanted to emigrate like me. Alhamdulillahot.

One more thing that makes me tickle myself, I don't know what's on Bari's mind. Not long after breaking up with Diana, the man instead tried to approach me in various ways. I don't like the way, often come to the mosque just to aim for something. How could I not think so? He comes every afternoon with a fight and also a gift for my students. I was very upset and disturbed by his presence.

Because it was his actions that made my son become a little dependent on him. He was hoping for other gifts. Maybe all my students are like my son, Caca. They came to teach with hope and Bari who gave them a gift.

"Bun, om Bari is a friend of the mother huh? Why does Bari always talk about mother?" asked Caca one afternoon as he walked towards the mosque.

"No. Om Bari is Aunt Diana's friend. Yes, not in Bari. Later on Bari sprain, kasian." I answered all the time and tried to give understanding to Caca not to ask him again in a language that he could easily understand.

On the way, we met Mas Alvin. Caca used to call my sister abi, just like her cousin she said.

We were joking as usual, like when we gathered at home. Alvin is married and built a house that is only two houses away from the mother's house. So Alvin can go home at any time.

As soon as I reached the mosque I saw a familiar car on my net. I knew it was Bari's car, but I didn't see the trunk of his nose. Ah what cares about me.

However, after that day, I never saw Bari again in the mosque. To be honest, I was a little annoyed with the kids who sometimes looked in the yard. I knew who they were waiting for, and I was annoyed that Bari managed to take my students' hearts by bribing them with gifts.

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