Dimadu Tak Semanis Honey

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..."If I match you later, have me with all my heart's worries. And if you're next to me, don't ever get tired of loving me."...

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Pray every third of the night. Asking for guidance to the Divine. Only he knows what is best for his people.

Concern and sorrow of my heart, may I have a good answer according to Him. The fortress that had been solidly standing, finally began to fade slowly.

No, not because I don't love Erlanngga anymore. I only realized that besides my heart, there was Aksa's heart that I had to think about. All this time, my son looked fine. But as it turned out, it was only because he wanted to be a strong child before me.

It was sad to hear him pray after the magrib prayer. "O Allah, Aksa wants to have a papi. But I don't want to forget him, Dad. O Allah, Aksa does not want a cry. Aksa nothing has no papi, the important thing is that mother is not sad. Take care of Aksa, O Allah. Aamiin's."

I want to punish myself. Why have I never been able to know my own heart?

Why did I become a selfish mother to Aksa. Mom, what should I do now? should I marry someone else for the sake of our child? Mas ....

"Although there is me, but he still needs a father figure who is a reinforcement of his life, Tea. For a boy, the presence of a father is very important. For a boy, that father is the super Hero he will be an example of. Strange, can give everything, but still can not replace the role of a father." said Zidan when I tried to discuss.

Yes, it is true. I cannot be a father even though my love for Aksa is abundant. Forgive Mother, Aksa.

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"Mother, next week there will be a learning event outside. Mommy should go with nemenin, yeah."

"Yes, honey. Where'd it go?"

"Said Mrs not far away, he said to the Bogor botanical garden."

"Euhm, then we have to bring a lot of food for the picnic."

"Asiikkkkkotka. Bun, said Mrs can bring her own vehicle. We'll take Oma's car. Let Om Zidan come."

"Emmm, okay. Mommy agrees, there's still five days to get ready."

"I want to play with Auntie again."

"Yes, Son. Careful, yeah."

"If Papi can come with us" he said before passing. I smiled wryly hearing it. It's not that I don't like it, this feeling of regret in my chest makes me feel very bad about being a mother.

"Aksa." call me, he turned his head. "Do we have to prepare provisions for Gisel and his papa?" He was silent, and just nodded his head in response to my question.

"Well, I better go to the garden on the balcony. Haven't seen the flowers above." I put down the magazine, got off the couch and went upstairs.

The flowers there still look nice and well-groomed, maybe Auntie is here often. Nothing, I just wanted to say hello.

There are different types of flowers there. I flush one by one.

I remember the days when Erlangga was still alive. We spend a lot of time here. Watering and nurturing the flowers. After that we will drink tea, while snacking. Is beautiful.

"Aaa ..." I screamed as loud as I could.

"Dear, why? you're all right. What's up?" Erlangga panic.

"Gosh, that's tenacious darling."

"Geli, uh."

"Yes, huss. Go there. Honey, I threw it away."

"Ahhh, thank goodness. I am tickled equally tenacious, what else hairy bushy rowdy. Hiiyyy."

"Times?" godanya, while hugging my body tightly, to breathe was tight.

"Darling, what the hell? watch ah! Someone will see."

"Then let's go to the room let no one see."

"You what? our hands are still dirty."

"You make it seblak."

"Aah?" he laughed so hard at me who looked stupid. He who was a little naughty began to harm me. Forcedly kissed my cheek many times. I refused for fear that someone would see.

He never gave up, smelled anything he could smell out of my face.

"Sir Erlangga, it's still morning." Shouted the security guard who happened to be driving around on his bike. Astaghfirullah.

"Yes, Sir. Last night is not finished, just want to continue this morning mumpung still fresh."

"Mas! ish." I hit his chest spoiled. He chuckles.

His eyes are looking at me softly. A lot of love I got from her beautiful netra. For a few seconds, our eyes closed. Until our faces approached each other, and could feel each other's breath.

"Mas, not here." My whisper. However, he did not know the place. I, who was about to speak, was already covered with his lips. I still resisted a little, my heart was still afraid to go back to seeing other people.

"Dear, shame." I said again as he made room for me to breathe a little. Erlanngga is not pinched. My heart's withered. And I returned her kiss that was so soft and warm. Why should we care about others too? we're already married. There is nothing wrong, even though I realize this is against ethics.

"Astaghfirullah ..." My daydreams fell away instantly. When the water spilled from the flower pot I was flushing. I was a little confused as to what to do, my consciousness had not fully recovered from Erlangga's shadow.

Obviously I need to save this sprinkler first. I slightly walked towards the shelf, where the tools were stored.

I turned around to go back, until something held back my steps and turned back.

"Lee? is that his car? why did he stop in front of Mr Broto's house?"

Yeah, I didn't see it wrong. That's Lee's car, there's no way I've forgotten. I remember the police no. Ah, after all, we lived together. I know all about her.

A few minutes later, the car moved slowly and left.

Lee's? what is he ....

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