EVEN THOUGH MY WIFE IS BLIND

50. The Dark Time Sandra

The ambassador looked at the shadow of his bruised face behind the glass. He has been alone in his room since the incident. His body felt pained just from thinking about his selfishness. Maybe he felt guilty, because basically he still had a good conscience, especially for his own brother.

The ambassador suddenly returned like his childhood, so tasteful and whiny. He leaned on the edge of his bed while hugging his own knees. He immediately sobbed. He was so worried about Dalvin, but he also felt ashamed and unworthy to be in the hospital.

Time went on, and all night he was still waiting for news of his brother in his dark room. At four o'clock in the morning the door to his room rattled, someone opened slowly from the outside.

After the door closed again, someone turned on the light. The ambassador kept his head down, he knew it was his mother who came without him having to look first.

"How's he doing, Ma?" Ask the Ambassador without looking at Sandra who began to approach her.

Sandra did not answer. He immediately sat down beside the Ambassador and hugged him very tightly. Sandra suddenly sobbed.

"I'm sorry Mama, son..." Sandra said in her tears. "I'm sorry Mama..."

"Mama used to love Dalvin, and because of me, Mama's changed too, right?" Ambassador Said.

Sandra speechless. He shifted to take some distance, then looked deeply into the face of his son who was filled with fear. The heart of a mother who will not be broken and touched sees regret in the eyes of her innocent child.

"Until now, Mama still pity Dalvin... Until now..." Sandra with lips shaking. Her tears just flowed down her pale cheeks.

"And Mama knew, no matter how much you pissed your sister off, you never really hated her... Your misunderstanding of your father's feelings makes you jealous of your own brother... And it's the same thing that my mom feels..." Sandra explained.

"Who gets a place in your heart, if Mama and I don't? While Dalvin also felt papa never considered it at all... What was Dalvin's late mother? Did you love your first wife so much?" Ask the Ambassador while looking at his mother. He urged as if he needed an answer.

Sandra shakes. "At first Mama thought so, but she didn't, honey... Poor your papa... All that had a place in his heart was a feeling of guilt... Years of living a dilemma filled with regret..."

"I'm sorry I married Mama, and I'm finally here?" Cut the Ambassador fast.

"Where might your father regret your existence, dear... He loves you so much, your papa doesn't even want to leave if you get a fever, even if it's just a mild fever..." Elak Sandra reassured the Ambassador. Don't let her son hate his husband.

"Then, papa's sorry for what, Ma?" The ambassador asked.

Sandra slid her cheek into the bed. He looked tired and started to tell stories.

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The young Dean sat beside Sandra who was behind him. His face was so tangled, and his pushy gaze stared at the back of his wife.

"My parents urged me to marry you, San…." Dean looked helpless.

Sandra just held her head up a little without saying anything.

"I actually still need time, but I'm powerless against their orders... Give me some time to act like you were, San..." Dean's speech was blocked.

"How long?" Sandra began to talk while looking slightly at Dean.

He was married to two, and lied to both. Often do not go home to one of them, then throw various reasons that make them forced to understand because they have a business husband, without them knowing what lies Dean has hidden against them.

"But Wulan?" Sandra lowered her head again. Hearing the news of Wulan's death made him feel guilty.

"Don't think of Wulan, it's enough that I'm burdened in this guilt towards her... You're quite a good mother to her son, dear to our Dalvin like you love our Ambassador... Wulan is a good woman and a wise wife, only she knows us at the wrong time..." Pinta Dean.

Sandra closed her lips held back a cry, then nodded her head in compliance with Dean's request. "I believe you..."

Dean gradually approached Sandra, eroding the distance between them, then hugged the heartfelt woman.

"I know, you are hurt just like Wulan.Sorry to have lied to you, I did not mean to hide my status that has been married... I just don't want a rejection..." Dean said with regret.

Sandra's heart ached over Dean's confession, but there was nothing she could do but accept the fact that she was indeed the woman who seized the man's husband.

"Don't make a show again, don't ever act just to make me leave you, because that's never going to happen... You're my wife, and I'm committed to it..." Dean's whispers make hope.

Will you love me too? Really, even if only in my heart, I feel ashamed to ask for it... Sandra's mind held back the tears.

The day the wedding came, the little Ambassador was very happy living every day with his papa. But even though he was a child, he could feel the change in adult attitude towards him, his own attitude towards him. Meet new people around him, and baby sister who also stole his mother's affection.

"Why do we live here, Ma? Let's just go home... The ambassador doesn't want to be here... The ambassador doesn't like baby sisters... The ambassador doesn't like grandma either..." Protesting against Sandra.

"Patience, Honey... This feeling is only temporary, someday you will get used to this house..." Persuade Sandra while stroking her cheeks gently.

The ambassador scowled, he ran to his room then fell asleep in a heart that harbored disappointment. But one thing he didn't know, every time Dean came home from work, he would see his condition and kiss his forehead with affection.

Sandra was getting bored. The grandson Dean's parents cared about was only Dalvin, while the Ambassador was not considered at all. He became sad, especially Dean seemed to forget his promise. If Dean doesn't forget, then when does the time he asked for it end?

"I want a divorce..." Said Sandra once.

"Please don't talk about it now, San... I'm tired..." Dean immediately laid his body on the bed, then closed his eyes to ignore Sandra's words.

Sandra's heart is getting worse. He walked slowly to the bathroom, then turned on the large tap of water. He sobbed in tears reminiscing about the unworthy life in that luxurious mansion. He was only single-handedly corroborated by the presence of the Ambassador by his side.

It is even better to be a maid there, than not to be considered at all. Even the husband to share the story completely ignored the complaints clearly drawn on his face.

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