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

CHAPTER 159 MY HEART IS HURT

Fika changed, not as friendly as before. Although she still greeted and chatted with me, but Fika did not want to pay the slightest attention to my Dzakki.

Honestly, this heart is hurting.

I want Fika to think of my baby as much as she thinks of her Mutia-Christian baby.

It seems like an exaggeration. Me, Herdilan's ex-wife. And my son Dzakki is automatically Herdilan's son.

Judging from the complicated story of their brotherly relationship that is getting closer because of his aunt Fika, aka his mother Delan, married also to Papa Fika.

So. really a complicated story.

But I was hurt, finding Dzakki not recognized by Fika. I'm more willing if Fika's behavior is like Roger. I don't care much but love my son. For me it's still better.

It's probably me who's wrong. Who had casually entered their family without thinking long and asked first.

It's nothing, I often video call-an with Fika. Even after giving birth to Dzakki. Among us are familiar as always. Joking tells stories even though only through hape only.

Maybe I just realized, Fika never asked the state of my baby. It was like he never thought Dzakki existed.

Hhh...

Then yes, I was wrong. Thought that Fika would accept my son too. That was indeed Delan's flesh blood.

"Fika... Can we talk?" I'll be at the door after dinner. I don't like to linger in an atmosphere like this.

"Vio! I'm sorry, like a kid. But, I can't linger seeing your son. The face of the kunyuk was like it was in plain sight, every time it looked at your son's face!"

I. I can't say anything more. Can only nod and bow.

That is Fika's right. The hatred that pervaded her heart, only Fika herself could turn her into a liking. I can't force Fika to accept Dzakki.

But my heart hurts. And finally, I decided to go back to Indonesia first.

With my Dzakki, and Roger who's intending.

"Vio! I'm sorry, Vi!" fika shouted in tears.

I know Fika's heart. Disappointment, sadness, and the destruction of his family because of his aunt is none other than Delan's mother. Grandma of Dzakki my son. However... can I be selfish, by saying Fika's behavior is more? Which brings revenge to the grandchildren? To my Dzakki who knows nothing, doesn't even know anything?

I understand Fika's heart.

And I, from now on must be strong. I should be able to stand on my own feet.

Suddenly I remembered the words of Brother Jo...

"Remain alive, my Louisa! Even if there's a catastrophic storm out there, the hurricane is crashing... You have to stand on your feet, Viona! God is always looking after you! Camn it! Even if there is me or not. You are an amazing tough woman! You're not Viona the Weak who's always been looked at one eye by the Herdilan"

Brother Jo! Sis... Hik hik...

"Roger...! May I go to the graves of Jo's brother and Tania's sister?"

Kak Jo was buried next to Tania's grave in Singapore, although the bloody shooting took place in Bali.

Roger nodded. Now it began to melt my anger, and let my son Dzakki who was only 4 months old he took from my sling.

Bi Tini, also Kenken apparently chose to come with me after a debate with Fika and Christian.

Because soon after, the two confidants of the late brother Jo ran panting to us who were still standing on the sidewalk in front of the Singapore hotel.

The four of us, the five Dzakki for sure. Go on pilgrimage to the tomb of Brother Jo and sister Tasya.

I'm so fragile on top of Jo's belly button.

Crying, wailing and wailing. Tells me my sorrow after the departure of Brother Jo.

I am truly a rude human being. Who can only ask and blame, why did God make my fate worse?

Why does God play games with my destiny?

Will the stamp of bad luck on my forehead continue to stick? And then it'll always haunt my life that I think 'apes' and always shit?

My Lord is Most Forgiving... Please forgive me all my sins! Hik hik...

Roger could not say anything. Just silence. Standing with his hands tightly clasped the body of Dzakki who was sleeping soundly.

Bi Tini and I flooded with tears.

Bi Tini only cried in silence. Not like me who roared excessively.

Lord... Give me your love, Lord!

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