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

CHAPTER 156 FINALLY... MY ADVICE MEMPAN

Roger came home at six o'clock. My Dzakki looks really happy, seeing that his father has returned.

"Yeah!" his screams made me anxious, moved and envious.

His first words were not 'Mami'. but 'Yayah'.

"Damn... Dzakkiii, call Mami, son! Call 'Mami'!" my words sulked at my new four-month-old baby. Making Mutia and Bi Tini laugh. Roger smiled faintly. But his face looks bright.

His heart must be glad it's not a bitch.

Suppose he's more outgoing and a little open, I guarantee Roger is the woman's dream man.

Roger is handsome, more handsome than Herdilan and brother Christian (they share the same bloodline). But to me, Brother Jo is the most handsome man in the universe.

Roger took my baby into his room. And strangely, there was not the slightest sound of Dzakki crying that needed me. Dzakki was really comfortable with his 'father. Making Mutia and bi Tini laugh again at my confusion.

Roger and Dzakki really have a strong inner relationship. Even I myself whose incident was the mother who conceived and gave birth to her did not have such solid telepathic contact with Dzakki. Is it because I liked it less in early pregnancy? Even I openly want to kill myself and Dzakki of course if I die. Like the Lady, who died with the child she contained. If the Lady were still alive, could my son and I live as quietly as I am today? Hhh...

At seven o'clock in the night. We ate together at a table.

Dzakki is also. Sitting on his stroller that was given by Roger on the first day of his birth to the world.

I noticed Mutia's sister did not enjoy eating it. A special menu in my opinion. Bi Tini cook vegetable lodeh, eggplant balado, catfish pesmol, tempe orek and shrimp crackers.

He remembered both of his hearts. Even many times I glanced, his hand swept over the part of his chest that looked somewhat swollen. It must hurt.

After eating I went back into the room.

Dzakki as usual, Roger took care of it.

"Your son slept with Roger?"

Mutia's sister seemed to be in disbelief as I replied with a nod.

"Really?" ask again, make sure.

"Yes. From the age of Dzakki a week, he slept with Roger!"

"Could men take care of a baby?"

I laugh. Mutia asked repeatedly. Let him not be, I don't believe it myself. But the truth is like that. Where could I lie for my integrity to be high.

No. gabe. I don't want to be that kind of person.

"Mas Chris himself couldn't take care of his kids for more than two hours!" he immediately fell silent.

Surely remember Velli and Verrel, his little baby. Meat blood.

"He's a lot of money! She must be looking for a babysitter! He won't let his sons cry for long. He's a man who can't wait!"

"Sister...! What if Chris's sick? Whose kids are guarding? Caregivers today, it is very difficult to find one we can trust. Let's not say, children will be hurt without our knowledge!"

"Don't let it happen!" he screamed loudly unconsciously.

I know, brother! Your heart is soft as soft as tofu. You are Christian's soul mate. Not the Word soul mate. God has set up His creation according to the path God has laid out. Whatever love you have for the Word, God wants you with Christian. Although indeed His path looks strange and unreasonable and impressed a 'error'. But... God is Oft-Regulatory, Brother Mutia!

"May I give you some advice, brother?"

"By, Vi! I need some good advice and advice from someone. I'm upset..."

"The kids are not wrong. Don't make them the beneficiaries of Chris's crime from Mutia's sister! They are pure, holy, immaculate! The sons of Brother Mutia were crying for their right, his mother's milk. If only you could hear their cries and screams right now. And brother Chris who was confused about what to do. Run around, want to make a quick formula milk, just his hands are splashed with hot water..."

"No way! Chris has to ask Velli and Verrel for help!"

"But Chris' brother is just as crazy as Mutia's sister. What if Chris also left the house? Then your sons are only left behind and taken care of by caretakers who are not right in caring for them? They will grow up in appalling conditions. Didn't you ever have a difficult life because you weren't in the foster care of your biological mother? Why is it that now you're giving that situation to your kids?"

"Hik hiks... stop Vi! Vi I'm going home! I want to see my kids! I want to suckle them!" mutia said with tears.

"okay... How about I call Chris to pick you up? Yea?"

"Yes. Aye! Tell Chris... Bring the kids too!"

I smile. Immediately take the phone and tell my sister-in-law to quickly slide with the twins.

Brother Mutia... Life is a stopover. Just like me, who stopped for a while in the heart of Herdilan Firlando. But the child is not a stopover. The child is a daydream. It is not ours until the end of his life. When he grows up, he grows up and gets married. Before that time comes, the child is our responsibility that God will question in the future.

Brother Mutia.. From you I learned, I will also fight to take care of and raise my Dzakki, no matter what happens in my life.

Until anytime... Dzakki is my son. What I must study and teach, how complicated life is, but gratitude we must never forget.

I don't want my son to grow up like his real father. Who has no gratitude for all his possessions even though many people want to be like him.

Brother Chris is coming. He came down in a hurry with his two hearts.

I saw Mutia's sister crying and running over. Hugging the twins who were still in the arms of the husband while sobbing and saying, "Sorry! I'm sorry, Velli-Verrel! Hik hik... Mama was cruel to you! Here, here.. mimi grandson first!"

I smiled happily. Roger came out with Dzakki. So I half ran over and asked Dzakki from Roger's sling.

"Can't! My son's boy!"

Aih??? Where's Mommy? Me or him?

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