CURTAINS OF THE PAST

MISTAKES IN THE PAST

"What's my birth mother's fault with you, Mother? Why do you hate him?" Iffah really looks resigned. The cramped and cluttered room made her feel claustrophobic. The dim light created by the five-watt lamp that hung over his head, made Iffah's fear even more so.

Plus, her stepmother was playing a victorinox folding knife in her hand.

Oh Allah... Eliminate the fear in me, even if something bad will really happen later.

Antoni's... Sorry, if I can't fight for our baby and for myself.

Iffah's stepmother just grinned. A plus-plus hatred was ingrained in his heart as a grudge against Iffah's biological mother. And his hatred was impacting on Iffah himself.

He looked even more happy when he stepped on the fear that emanated in Iffah's face.

"It doesn't feel fair if I don't tell you what and why I hate you...

Since this knife will tear your body apart, I will tell you anything that made me hate your mother so much. So that you don't die in the cause." A triumphant grin emanated on Ridha's face.

He sat on a small wooden chair that had a backrest two meters from the front of Iffah.

"Before, before your mother was married to your father. I've had a relationship with your father. And we loved each other back then." Ridha started to focus on telling stories.

"But your mother was so cunning, she used her illness to get to your father.

And in the end, when you gave birth to you your mother died." Ridha, Iffah's stepmother smiled again. This time it was so pias.

"I'm trying to accept you as my stepson. I raised you with affection, even though I ended up having Ghali from our marriage. Your father's second marriage to me.

Butwhat? I don't even get her love anymore.

I should have regretted waiting for your father. Wishing her love was still for me, but Taqdir played with my feelings. Tired of me waiting for him not to be appreciated at all." He smiled back. This time it was mixed with sadness.

"You remember this place, don't you?" He stood up and stepped closer to Iffah.

"The place of my pain and hatred towards you grew simultaneously in my heart." His mind floated on the scene that was almost twenty years ago.

Flashback.

At that time, Iffah and Ghali were still children. Iffah was seven years old, while Ghali was five.

They are being promoted to play in the back yard of Ridha's Villa.

Rida and her father were in a room.

PYAAAAR

"What the fuck are you Ridha?" Their father approached Ridha and picked up the glass fragments from the frame of Iffah's birth mother's Photo with her father.

Hearing the commotion inside their parents' room, Iffah and Ghali immediately ran there.

"Why do you still keep your photos with women ****** that?" Tanya Ridha.

PLAAAAKKKP.

A slap that made Ridha's face towards Iffah. His face turned violent, and his fiery, hateful gaze turned towards Iffah.

Ghali's hand slipped from Iffah's. Iffah retreated a few steps from her position that was on par with her step-sister, fearing the vengeful gaze of her mother.

Ghali was confused when he found that his hand had slipped from his brother's grasp.

He tried to get close to Iffah, but the frightened Iffah immediately ran from there.

Ghali kept running after Iffah.

"Why did you slap me? Isn't that the truth?" Ridha asked softly, but her heart was so sore at that moment.

"What truth?" Iffah's father tried to hold back his emotions. He was about to bend over to pick up a photo of his late first wife, Iffah's biological mother. However, Rida quickly held her arm.

"The fact that he took you from me, Akmal." Octave his voice rising. Rida's tears started to melt on her cheeks.

"He didn't take me from you, Rida. Maybe my marriage to her hurt your heart. And indeed, before I didn't love him at all. But three years of our marriage. And those three years when she was living with me, I could slowly love her." The confession of the husband he called Akmal, made his heart and heart like squeezed. So painful.

"Is that what you said?" Rida's voice returned. Ridha's tears were unceasingly flowing.

"That's the truth, Rida. I've loved Wulan, even though it's too late for me." Akmal said without regret.

"Then what about me? My wait?" Rida questioned her right. She seemed to be hoping that Akmal, her husband, would withdraw his words again.

"Before I decided to marry Wulan, I had tried to end our relationship well, right? And I never asked you to wait for me, Ridha. In fact, I accepted Wulan's parents' offer to marry her, because I knew you doubted me at the time." Accuse Akmal.

Ridha was stunned for a moment, her heart justifying Akmal's words.

"But that's just my error, Akmal." Elak Ridha tried to defend himself.

"No Ridha. It's not a khilaf, but it's called selfish. And I can love Wulan, because she's not as selfish as you." Ketus Akmal's. He leaned back and took a photo of Wulan strewn across the floor with the glass pieces of the picture frame.

"One thing you should know, Rida. Were it not for Wulan's request, I would never have married you even for the sake of intending. Because, there's Wulan in my daughter." Reveal Akmal while leaving Ridha who is still glued there.

Rida dropped herself. Many times he hit his chest which felt tight and painful at that time.

The last words that came out of her husband's mouth became a guide for her to hate Iffah.

Every time he saw Iffah, then every time it was also a grudge burning in his heart.

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