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

CHAPTER 150 ME, DZAKKI AND ROGER

Forty days of Dzakki's age. Time passes by feeling very slow. Even the second step of the moving wall clock felt heavy and tired. Like my life steps are now alone without 'love' brother Jo again.

An old dangdut song that Kenken played in his room, accidentally tickled my ear. The lyrics, the music, it sounds so right to my heart.

I forgot my intention to cook hot water filled thermos for my baby formula.

Roger forbade me to use hot water from the dispenser because it felt bad for the growth and development of health Dzakki said.

For Dzakki's sake, I'm giving up Roger said.

And it just so happens that Kenken's room is a bit of a snazzy close to the dirty kitchen of Jo's house.

I did not like dangdut music. But listening to the lyrics of the song that was reverberating from inside Kenken's room made me involuntarily crouch down in front of him to listen and capture the feeling in my heart.

"If it's gone, it just feels. His presence is precious. It's hard I think, losing him. It's hard I think, living without him. If it's gone, it just feels. That his presence is precious."

"I know the formula of the world, all must separate. But please, hold off! Not that I deny, what should happen. But please, strengthen!"

I shed tears. My heart was so full of listening to the profound lyrics of the song.

"Hik hik hicks...!"

"Eh? Miss Viona?"

Kenken who came out of his room was surprised to see me crouching in front of the door of his room while sobbing.

I, ashamed of being swept away by the faithful personal assistant of the late Jonathan, soon rose up. Quickly shed tears on the cheeks.

Roger who suddenly came only noticed the look on my face that was flushed red.

The man always disliked me if I shed a tear even if it was just a drop. And he would have been furious to yell at me for silence.

Before I knew Roger had a soft heart, I honestly hated him.

But ever since these eyes saw with their own eyes, they cried sobbing after scolding me all out the other day, making me slowly try to understand it.

I need to be able to make peace with the situation.

The notary and the lawyer of the late brother Jo gave me a lot of messages. There's even a written message for me and Dzakki. We were forbidden to leave this house.

All the efforts built brother Jo, taken care of completely by Roger assisted Fika and Christian. Half of his property was even handed down to me as well as Dzakki, leaving me shocked to death.

That's why, I have to obey the mandate that brother Jo gave.

Even more astonishing was Roger's behavior. Because it adds the name of the company kak Jo with the name 'Boy' in the middle. My baby is still very small and does not understand the business.

Christian didn't give much of a ban either. Instead, he gave me and Roger freedom in the affairs of the company, brother Jo because he himself was very busy with his trading business is increasingly rapid.

Today I would love to visit the graves of Mom and Dad. It has been two months since they visited their graves. I miss, I want to complain. Tell me about my life full of joy as well as sorrow.

"Where are you going?" ask Roger. As usual, the man looked at her cynically. He took Dzakki from my sling, made me inflamed.

"I'm going on a pilgrimage to my mother's father's grave!" ketus.

"Don't bring Boy!" the ban made me pull the neck of the shirt he was wearing.

"It's just a tomb. And inside it is just bones!"

Bugs.

Fist the base of his upper arm hard. But I was stunned. It's realized that my son is in his arms right now.

It's so good that he talks to my mom and dad! Fucking psychopath!

"Hey! You dare hit me? My words aren't wrong?... Your mother's father wasn't in that tomb. Inside the tomb were only bones. They were happy at his side. They've been living quietly in the afterlife!"

"Hik hik hik..."

It is true what he said. But why did his words sound so hurtful? Hik hik...

Kuraih returned my baby in her cradle.

"Please.. Don't do this to Boy! He'll get sick if he's taken here and there!"

I'm woken. A moment's silence on his words.

Again he said the truth!

"I'm the one with the Boy! I'm coming to the funeral!"

"Ga! Not necessary! I can be both Dzakki!"

"Later you get out of control! Weeping wails wail over the grave. And don't mind the bad mosquitoes sucking my son's blood!"

"There's Kenken!"

"I'm coming! I'm the one carrying Boy! If you forbid me, Boy, I'll forbid you to take it!"

Haish!!! The threat made me do nothing.

Forced, I followed the rules. Roger's rules the psychopath.

Hhh...

For some reason, of the three brothers the sons and daughters of Tania. Maybe he is more inclined to have his Papa gene, Papa Bambang than Kak Chris and Fika.

Christian gentleman gentlemen. So is Fika. Similar graceful royal princesses dazzle.

Their nature is gentle, calm and uninspiring like Roger Gibran Suherman.

I conceived and gave birth to Dzakki, but he has a whole heart. It was like I was living in a cage.

But I'm happy, my son doesn't lack affection. At first I thought Jo's brother was the one who loved Dzakki. Turns out... God sent someone else who could be made a father figure for my baby. Even though his real father now knows where. I don't know where Herdilan is. And no matter what the circumstances are. Because it's his own life choice.

Good bad way of life someone, does not start from his own choices, right?

We're humans. Can only plan. But God is the One Who rules everything.

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