Destiny Love

Egotistical

...بِسْــــــــــــــــــــــمِ اللّهِ الرَّحْمَنِ الرَّحِيْم...

..."Open a new page, and don't think about the past. That's much better than being slumped and imprisoned by shackles."...

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Time seemed to pass so quickly, like only yesterday I was involved in a marriage that was filled with a lot of pain and suffering. Must be sincere and breastfed when pierced and divorced. And now I too have to live a new life with the status of widow which for some women is a shameful disgrace. It's okay, this is the destiny of life that I have to live.

The fairly fast divorce process makes me a little able to breathe a little relieved, although the feeling of tightness is still increasingly felt. It is still clear how the judge declared the verdict on our marriage which ended in trial. A divorce with the status of a widow is now pocketed.

The huft! I took a deep breath then threw it rough, hoping that the tightness that was now calling out disappeared a little and disappeared. Strengthen my heart, expand my patience, and give me the fortitude to go through all these trials.

The day my stomach is getting bigger, even now it has entered the age of six months. The fetus I never wanted is now very dear, only he will accompany my days later. It was the strongest reason for me to stay in the midst of the storm of testing.

"Bengong mulu, there are guests who want to meet you," said father managed to resuscitate my daydream.

I got up from the bed and approached him who was standing in the doorway. "Who, Dad?" manya curious.

He smiled faintly and gently patted the top of my head. "Your mother-in-law," she replied, making me flinch in disbelief.

"Former mother-in-law more precisely," my errata which she replied firmly. "There is no such thing as a former mother-in-law, be kind to her. I don't like you acting so haughty and selfish. Please don't even continue to be mourned."

"I'm sorry" I said, feeling guilty and unkind. He nodded and gave his best smile, so we walked to the living room, where my mother was.

The shady face that I have not seen for several months, now has greeted the netra. Immediately I entered into his warm embrace, a hug that I so greatly missed.

"Don't cry" he said after removing the clench and gently removing the clear liquid around my face. I nodded and smiled, although tears were falling.

"Mother also do not cry," I said when I found teardrops around the corner of the net that began to wrinkle.

"Mom misses you, forgive me for coming here," she whispered, hugging me in her arms.

"I am the one who should apologize for not being a good wife for Mas Bagas, I also failed to become Mother's daughter-in-law" I said, which he replied disapprovingly.

"Sit down first, honey, you must be able to stand later" he said as he led me to sit on the long sofa available.

"Mother how are you? Just be healthy, right?" ask me a little worried because the condition of mother when I left far from the word good.

He chuckled softly, as if to show that he was fine. "Alhamdulillah as you see, but last week your stomach acid rose."

"Inalillahi, but now it's light, right?" Let's say steady he gave, it makes me relieved not to be upset.

"No papa, sorry to bother," said the mother was no less friendly. Mother's nature never changed, although now I no longer have the status of her daughter-in-law.

"I'm sorry, sir, I just dared to come here, honestly I am very embarrassed and like no longer have the face to go back to see the Father and also Btari. Forgive my son's mistakes that have been bad for his father's daughter," said the mother sounded very sincere.

Dad smiled faintly and nodded understandably. "Let it pass, I have given it all away. This is already a destiny that must be lived," said the father so legowo.

"Bagas how are you, ma'am?" I was just making small talk, I think it's normal and not too offensive to Bagas' personal problems.

Mom smiled knot. "Alhamdulillah is better, the disease is also rarely recurred because of Bi—"

Mom's words immediately stopped, maybe he just realized that a little more he would mention the name of the new son-in-law. Patience, Btari, patience. Irrelatation.

"No papa, ma'am just keep going" I said so he wouldn't feel shy. Between me and Bagas is done, there's nothing left.

"After your divorce, Bagas married Bianca shortly after, I don't know the reason. But right now I know that Bianca is pregnant with Bagas's son." There was a low intonation right at the end he said, and to be honest it hurt me.

"All Mothers refused to agree, even openly hostile to Bianca. But when you see the health condition of Bagas that is getting better, you realize that Bianca is the right person to accompany Bagas. He knows very well how to behave and act in treating Bagas, and that has a good impact on Bagas' life in the present," he explained by being covered with wide ridges.

I am happy if Bagas has started to escape from the mental illness he suffered. I hope he can make a full recovery and find new happiness with Bianca.

"Alhamdulillah, I'm relieved of her horror, ma'am," I said honestly as it is. Sometimes in terms of love it takes sincerity, to accept that he who is loved is happier with other women. It's okay, it's the best thing for all of us.

"There is always wisdom that we can draw from the root of the problem. Thank God, I am happy to hear the good news," said the father was late in the conversation.

"How many months have you been pregnant, son?" cetus mother while gently stroking my distended stomach. "Six months, ma'am," I replied with a big smile.

"God, be well, son. I pray for her birth to be carried out," said the mother who I and my father directly amened.

"What about Bianca, ma'am?" my many. There was a bit of bitterness before I said, "Just like you."

I turned my face for a moment, the feeling of tightness instantly burst forth violently. That means Bagas played with fire at the beginning of our marriage. I've been lying to him. It's okay, Btari, please. It's all a fate line I have to run.

"I'm sorry Mom's son" she said, clasping my hand tightly. I told myself to look at him. "Father, ma'am, I've forgiven God and I've made it clear."

"Does Bagas still remember me? At least the child I was carrying," I said with a bitter smile framed.

Mother stroked the top of my head gently and said, "Bagas never asked where you are, even he seemed to forget you. Biaca said that it's natural, especially among you have a bitter story that is quite traumatizing Bagas."

I'm just a bit of a bitter memory worth remembering. It turns out true what Bianca once said, people with BPD are afraid of being abandoned and prefer to leave. But when he decided to leave, he completely forgot. Without a trace and trace.