FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

CHAPTER 145 Days Without Brother Jo

My life continues. Although it feels so lonely now. Brother Jo. There's no more on the side.

It turns out that the lyrics of Ariel Noah's song 'No Eternal' really became an introduction to his departure.

Me, Viona Yuliana, a 25-year-old girl with a 26-year-old baby boy.

But I'm grateful... God did not leave me alone. There were three strong women who stood as a fortress in my life.

There were also outstanding guard men. Kenken and Roger, although Roger seemed to carry a shield when in front of me. But it's quite the opposite of Dzakki Boy Julian, my only son. I don't give a shit. I'm pretty glad he and Kenken could be foster fathers for Dzakki.

Fika who stays in Singapore also occasionally calls and chats me. Ask if I want to move to Singapore and live with him there.

To be honest, my heart is dead. Buried with his love brother Jonathan Lordess.

I heard the news on television, my ex-husband Herdilan was also detained by the police after the investigation of Papa Bambang shooting to Kak Jo witnessed by Delan. I don't know what the case is, I don't know, nor do I want to know.

Mama Tasya is still in the RSJ. The worse her soul pain after knowing her husband died, suicide after killing her sister-in-law.

Karma of all actions.

A dozen years ago, which he thought was safe and would not be sniffed by the carcass of his behavior. In the end, they all got a reply.

Brother Christian lives a quiet life with Mutia's sister. I just found out their love story which was not easy either.

I used to be less fond of Mutia's sister. Moreover, knowing himself who cut off unilaterally his engagement relationship with Brother Firman. Even Ira hated it. But now knowing that Mutia-Christian love is not what we imagined it to be. And Ira is now a fanatical fan of their two children who are now going viral tick tok funny videos.

I myself. Sometimes good in taking care of Dzakki, sometimes indifferent if remembering the crimes of his biological father in the past.

Like this morning...

Dzakki cried so hard. I get nervous when I make formula milk for her. Until my finger finally shaded hot water from the dispenser made me swear at Dzakki who actually did not understand.

"Haish!!! Shutup!!! Patience!!! This is Mami also making her milk Dzakki! Mami's hand is hot with hot water!" pissed.

"Boy has nothing wrong! You're wrong for your own carelessness! Why is the child being used as an impingement?"

The milk bottle that Dzakki had in my hand. Adeptly Roger threw away the water in a half bottle and added more water until the temperature became lukewarm. Then put a few spoons into it.

I was amazed to watch Roger quietly.

The man my age is leaning towards me. Then took the body of my son lying on the bed into his arms.

"Come, Boy. You're the same Dad! Your mom's a bad guy! Let him drown alone in his crimes!" his curse is blatantly insinuating me.

I rarely make Dzakki Boy Julian's milk, my son. Usually bi Tini who prepare. I just gave it to Dzakki. Bi Tini was going to a traditional market and had not come home yet.

I'm still reluctant to sweeten Dzakki. Because it still hurts this heart when you remember my journey.

"You think you're the only one with the heartache left behind by Om Jo? You think you're the only one who hates your ex-husband who was born from my own tantric womb? Huh!! Your mind is too short! Your game is less far away! Just so much as your test, you feel your life is ruined so as well udelmu also want to ignore the mandate of God that you have got! That fool is his name!"

I'm choked. The words of Roger who kept bombarding me opened this heart and mind as well.

I'm shy. To my childish and unstable behavior. Makes my son more miserable because he blames a newborn baby on earth.

"Hik hik hicks... Forgive Mommy, Son! Excuse me... Mommy's not a good mother huh, Dzak!" I said half-run to Dzakki who suckled herds in Roger's arms.

"Dzak, Dzak! My son's name is Rodzak! Call 'Boy', not Dzak! If you want to call everyone's name Dzakki Boy!"

Uhh? Who conceived and gave birth to her??? Brother Jo is not as protective as him!

"Here is my son!" I asked Roger.

"Who said he was your son? I'm the Adzani Boy! Once again I hear you're mad at my Boy! I'm sticking your head in!"

Aih??? Roger???

Between confusion and wanting to laugh, Roger made me ambiguous with his words.

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