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

CHAPTER 160 OF MY LIFE

The capital welcomed my return from Singapore with a face of grief.

The rain drizzled as if it understood my slick feelings.

Roger who was usually angry and angry when he saw me flood of tears, now only a thousand languages are silent. Even impressed to let me take out all these heart-whitters with a patter on the cheek.

I'm back to my cold, lonely life.

Dzakki's cheerful laughter cannot make my world beautiful.

The love that I used to love will bind me in a happy household with brother Jo, now gone.

The love that once disappeared was blown away when Delan committed treason, but re-emerged because of the patience of Jo's feet love me sincerely. Now make this heart wound deeper.

Makes me lazy to hear the word LOVE.

Lazy to hear the lyrics LOVE.

Laugh cynically if anyone says LOVE.

I'm 26 years old. Still young and plenty of opportunities for LOVE. Butno. Not for my thoughts that have hurt a lot.

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A year has passed, Me and Dzakki are still staying at the house of the late brother Jo.

Surviving the rigors of life. Struggling from storms.

I'm trying to stay afloat.

Roger, as always, was busy with work and work. If he goes home to Kak Jo, his focus is definitely Dzakki.

Roger and I are like family. I mean, brother and sister. No love. Purely the rope of brotherhood.

Only one goal, happy Dzakki until big later. At the very least, Dzakki will not lack the affection of the elderly even though Mami and Papinya divorced.

One day, when Dzakki has grown up and asked where his real Papi is, I will tell him everything. Really is.

I also asked Roger not to get too attached to me let alone Dzakki. Worry about people later too. In general, we are not mahrom who can stay one roof even though different rooms. Because we have no blood relation.

I'm also afraid, if one day Roger has a lover. And her boyfriend questioned our complicated relationship. I'll be confused to explain later.

But Roger's answer left me silent.

"Don't want to get married and have a wife!" he said as it passed.

Fika is like yesterday. Good to me but cold to my son. I can't force Fika to love Dzakki either. He has rights, just like me.

Christian and Mutia, apparently did a remarriage. After that, they honeymooned with Umrah worship to the Holy Land of Mecca.

Their house was not what I had imagined at first.

Ira and Ira used to like to sneer at Mutia. As a sadistic and heartless woman. Because of the heart to break the rope of his engagement with the deceased Word.

Hhh... Remembering Brother Firman makes me even sadder. Mate, sustenance, death, only God Knows. I don't know what the story of my life and Dzakki will be. Will there be a soul mate coming again? Hm... Right now there's nothing on my mind. Although sometimes in daydreams, I want to be like brother Mutia and Ira. Happy to finally build a home. In the beginning, there were many trials and obstacles. But they were finally happy. There is someone who is a soulmate.

I'm still in college. Semester four now. And stay focused on also being the young mother of Dzakki Boy Julian.

College friends who study with me on average know that I am a young mother of one and a half years old.

That's exactly what I wanted. A quiet life without conflict.

Today there is a group assignment from the campus. Make a survey report by going down directly to RSJ Grogol.

Reviewing and processing data, about the psychological of the ODGJ. Observation, analysis and interviewing. Also write a story because the object becomes disturbed mentally, soul and psychically.

Me and four group friends visited the Mental Hospital at 3 pm after returning home.

Being among the mentally ill makes us laugh and shake our heads.

I just imagined myself. With a lot of problems that persist, if only my faith is very thin, maybe.

And I choked on my own saliva. When my vision looked towards the corner of his ward.

A middle-aged woman. Who even though he now has an ambiguous appearance puguh juntrungan and not koruan, I still really recognize him.

That woman is... Jessica Tasha!!!

My Ex-Inlaw.

My eyes did not blink looking at him who was just sitting in the ward chair alone.

Mama Tasya was seen busy chatting alone without a conversation partner.

Looking at it like that, this heart is so sad.

Jessica Tasya. The old, beautiful and kind-hearted artist is now no longer known to people after his memory is disturbed and his soul is chaotic.

Now the pretty face looks a bit black and kuel although the clothes are not tattered like the ODGJ who roam a lot there.

I finally took the initiative to approach him.

By strengthening the mental and also the heart, afraid also if suddenly he recognized and attacked me.

"Mama Tasya's..."

I called her name and she looked at me.

Deg.

My heart felt like it was going to be dislodged, getting a sharp look from him.

"Who are you a pretty boy? Want to get into my PH?" her gentle tan made me even more slender.

Mama Tasya doesn't recognize me!

"How are you?" tanyaku slow down while swallowing saliva. I slowly sat down, approaching him.

"good. How's it going? Here. Write your name first, huh? O yes... Don't forget the contact number. Let my assistant call you later if there's a proper contract!"

Mama...! Mama Tasya!

It is like having his own world. Babbling softly, smiling then laughing while covering her mouth very elegantly. Like his superstar days. Where he used to be the owner of Production House Charm Tasya. Which is quite famous among artists and celebrities of the country.

Hix...

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