Charm Wife Titipan

83. The Dispute is Getting More Severe

Nimas came out the bathroom with his sour face. There was a reason he put on a sour face like this. Especially if not for a small object that since a few years ago became a sacred object for him. If in the past he was very traumatized by a line of two that was clearly displayed on the object, now the opposite. He misses having a line two in it.

"Don't stress Nimas, don't stress!" Nimas tried to calm himself.

It's been one week that Nimas is late for the month. He thought he was two bodies. That's why he confidently did the testpack. But apparently that confidence did not produce as expected.

While he was returning his mood as usual, the phone he put on the mattress rang loudly. His smile expands perfectly once he sees the name of the contact on his phone.

"Good morning, Miss Shaka. Has the lady missed you today? It's been three days that we've only seen faces off the screen. I miss something."

Yes, Shaka has three days of official travel to several cities. It could be a few weeks he and his wife will not meet.

"I know what you're missing. It's still morning, don't flirt and fish. Quickly finish your work and go home if you really miss me."

"Yes, ma'am, yes. While Try. I hung up the phone, yeah. You don't cape-cape. Keep your health care for Mas same Bryan. Standby break time near the hape, yeah."

"Yes, Mum."

During his separation, Shaka always contacted his wife three times a day. It was like a mandatory thing that he had to do for the treatment of longing.

After finishing the routine, Numas came down from the room and headed for his second nest, the kitchen.

"Where's the papa from? How come from outside?" nimas asked when he saw his father-in-law taking water and his wheelchair facing as if he had just come from outside the house.

"Sun, Papa hasn't sunbaked in a long time. Papa could wake up this early as well because it was built the same Bryan earlier."

"Bryan?" nimas's repeated reassuring his hearing.

"Yes, now there is still in the garden next to Mama's house, invited to plant water."

Nimas just nodded, he let Bryan with his grandmother. He felt that since his arrival here, only he was not accepted by Ms. Marissa. Bryan got enough good treatment from that woman.

But in reality, Ms. Marissa was not what Nimas saw her eyes. Gradually he did accept Bryan, but not with his mother. The woman was still planning to do what had occurred to her head since the intention of Nimas and Shaka parties to her house. He wanted to create a distance between the mother and the child, so that Nimas would feel what he had felt. Being away from the child is a painful thing. And until now, Ms. Marissa still considers that Nimas is the only cause of her being away from Shaka.

"Bryan, you never realized that your face is not the same as Father and Mother?"

"Many of my friends say that, Oma. But when I asked Dad why my face was different from theirs, he said I looked like his brother Dad. Call it how, yeah I forgot." Bryan scored a face thinking hard. "Pakde," he said a little screamed at being able to remember something.

"Yes, you're right. You look like his brother Dad. But call him you're not Pakde."

"You've been lied to by Mother. Shaka's father isn't your real father, but your real father is Shaka's brother. That's why Shaka's father said you look like Pakde because you're Shaka's brother's son. Oma give you a look, yes how the face of the person you called Pakde was." Ms. Marissa took the phone in the park chair and fiddled with the screen looking for a photo of her firstborn.

"Well, do you look like the person in this picture? Because this is your real father. Shaka's father is not your real father. Dad and Mommy get married when you're in the belly."

Bryan watched the screen directed at him.

"So I'm not Dad's son? This guy is my dad? Where is she?"

"Your biological father died while you were still in your stomach. You never know this, do you? Mother is evil, how could she lie to you like this."

Without them knowing Nimas was already standing not far from them. And he heard all the words that Miss Marissa said last time. He felt his body tremble a little. The woman's reflexes squeezed out the one she was wearing.

"Bryan, come in now, honey! You need to take a shower, it's time for you to go to school now."

The boy walked out of the park without answering his mother's words. At the age of seven, he was forced to digest the words thrown by his grandmother. Along the way to the room, all he had in mind was that he was not his father's son. Her real father is dead and no one has told her.

"Shaka's father is not your real father!" The words of Ms. Marissa kept ringing in the ears of the little boy who grew up handsome and smart.

Meanwhile, Nimas walked towards his Mother-in-law casually despite her heavy chest rumbling.

"Is there a problem with Mama and Bryan until Mama talks like that to a seven-year-old?"

"There's no problem. It is his fault where I speak so. Right, right what did I say? I'm not making up stories" Ms. Marisa replied lightly.

"It's true, what you said wasn't wrong and that's the truth. But should Mama talk like that? To a kid who's still as small as Bryan, Mama said something that big? Play this girl, but I don't know where Mama's heart lies. At least if you hate me, you hate me! Hangan follow my son's blood is Mama's flesh, there is a lineage from Mama. That small child can digest your words. Okay, maybe he can digest it he can understand what Mama said. But he didn't understand why we as parents were hiding this. What you did was Jaha. My mother tried to keep me away from my own son. Mama influenced my son to think his mother was bad?"

"Isn't that what you did to my son?"

"What have I ever done to Mas Shaka until Mama's son is away from Mama? What keeps your child away from you is your own mother, not me!" Nimas began to raise his voice.

"Where is a mother who traps her own daughter-in-law sleeping with other men in order to cause misunderstandings between her daughter-in-law and also her child. It is wrong that Mas Shaka still defends Mama in error. And one more thing, Mas Shaka decided to leave the house at that time because of Mama's own outrageous actions. Is there any influence from me or am I asking Mas Shaka to leave here? I persuaded Mas Shaka to leave the house? No, right?"

"Let your tone down, Nimas!" said Ms. Marissa emotionily lifting her index finger.

"Let your fingers down too! Or I'll break it!"

The two then kept silent, only the murderous gazes they threw from the look in each other's eyes.