Degrees of My House

CHAPTER 1

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A beautiful woman with her headscarf was standing on the balcony of the room. Looking at the beautiful flower beds in the garden of the luxurious house he occupied with a blank look. The tears that flowed as if representing all the turmoil that was in his heart. Fear struck his heart as if tomorrow he would go far away. A year of survival behind bars taught him a lot of lessons. A week ago Dee got out of prison and returned home to see her husband and son. But hope is not always in accordance with the wishes. Something painful must be accepted. Hatred of the husband and fear of the child against him who is labeled as a bad person.

"Oh Allah why it hurts so much" said the beautiful girl while squeezing the headscarf on her chest that felt very tight like being squeezed by thousands of stones.

"Dee didn't do anything wrong but why was Dee the one to be hated? why does Dee have to bear the burden of other people's sins? Dee's been trying iklhas but why does it still hurt like this?"

Yes, he is Haidee Tsabina. Women who were originally loved by their husbands and children, believed by the family, now have to feel the life of a stranger in their own family.

Because of one mistake he never made and caused a misunderstanding, he had to accept all the harsh realities. He wouldn't have been this broken if he hadn't been trusted by his parents. But husband? Ibrahim Rubino Hebi.His world seemed devastated to accept the fact that her own husband did not believe and drifted into misunderstanding.

The kid? Dee had a very handsome little son, Albarra Gavino Hebi. Living apart from his son for a year because he had to pay for mistakes he never made behind bars made the child far away and accept the affection of other women he knew were friends her husband's.

Not wanting to drag on in grief, Dee came out of the room and went downstairs when she heard the sound of a car parked in front of her house.

From the door of the house looks a cute and handsome 4-year-old toddler entered the house followed by a handsome adult man behind him.

Haidee walked up to them "Assalamualaikum son of Umi, how is the school?" dee asked when he arrived in front of the handsome toddler and aligned his height. Yes, the two people who entered the house were her son and husband.

The smile that had been expanding was slowly receding due to the arrival of Dee. Al tilted his head towards Abinya to ask permission to answer Dee's question. After getting a nod from Ibrahim, Al looked back at Dee.

"Mmm,, very nice, Umi." Al replied slowly with his head lowered not daring to look at Uminya.

Seeing her frightened child made Dee's already sick heart become even more sick. "Are you afraid of Umi? Umi's not a bad person." Lirih Dee with teary eyes.

"If it's not the bad guy why did Umi get into the peddler? isn't that evil olang's placeholder ?" reply Al plain with his slurred accent, and unfortunately the speech was able to tear Dee's heart apart.

Which mother's heart does not hurt to hear the words of the child who says he is a criminal. Moreover, it was the child that he had born from his own womb. But Dee could only smile bitterly while looking at her son's face. Too small for Al to know everything. Not wanting his son's fear to increase, Dee just let go of his handholds on Al and let Al run towards his room.

After Al left, Dee turned to look at Ibra who seemed to waste his face as if disgusted to see him.

"Mas," Call Dee to Ibra, extending a hand to greet Ibra.

I was sick when Ibra heard the voice of someone she loved but betrayed her. If Ibra knew the truth, would he not regret it?

Seeing no movement from Ibra, Dee pulled back her hand with a smile.

"Want to have lunch at home or go back to the office? let Dee go to waste" Dee said Ibra had already cut his words.

"Don't act like nothing happened. Right now you're just the mother of my son. Don't mind me. It would be disgusting if I had to take a meal out of your dirty hands" Ibra said and passed out of the house.

After seeing her husband leave, Dee walked up the stairs to her son's room. Dee slowly opened the door to Al's room so as not to surprise the child. The door opened and showed a handsome toddler sleeping in a play group outfit still attached to his body.

Slowly Dee walked over to Al's bed. Sitting slowly on the lips of the mattress so as not to disturb the sleep of the child. Dee's flickering fingers stretched gently rubbed Al's hair that looked messy because of sleep.

"Umi is very fond of Al. May Al grow up to be a wise and loving man. Umi hope sooner or later Al can be sticky again the same Umi kayak first. Umi misses Al very much" said Dee with teary eyes looking at his son's handsome face.

A year in prison keeps Dee away from her son. I don't know what his son knew until Al was so scared of Dee. No one knows how Dee lived his life in prison, being bullied and tortured by cellmates until his body was wounded and bruised almost every day without a single family visiting him.

Because of the will to look at Al's face, Dee fell asleep in a sitting position and leaned on the head of the bed with his hands that continued to wipe his son's hair.

The slightly swaying mattress made Dee slowly open her eyes. When he opened his eyes he could see Al who was slowly retreating away from him.

"Why is Umi here?"

"Umi misses Umi's child," said Dee softly.

Slowly Dee approached Al, her hands outstretched hugging his son's body. Dee hugged Al before expelling Dee.

"Dagger! Al is afraid of Umi, Al does not want if Deket Umi. Al could die. The pelgi!" al kicked Dee out of his room.

Like being pierced by thousands of arrows, Dee's heart ached. The child who used to love him so much is now very afraid to see his existence.

As if deaf, Dee continued to bring herself closer to Al. Al who continued to rebel screamed in fear until his voice sounded downstairs.

Ibra who was on the way to the office had to turn back to the house to retrieve important files. His anger at Dee's presence made Ibra forget everything.

"Damn", said Ibra hit the driver of his car.

After arriving at Ibra's house immediately went down and entered the house. When arriving in the guest room Ibra heard the sound of Al screaming from the top floor. Without thinking long Ibra immediately ran up the stairs, afraid of bad things happening to his son.

Arriving in front of Al's room, Ibra opened the door violently.

"braak"

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