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

CHAPTER 168 POV ROGER GIBRAN SUHERMAN

My name is Roger Gibran Suherman. Looking at my last name, it certainly seems obvious. I am the second son of the late Bambang Suherman.

Honorable councillors, who have one legal wife and two serial wives. And just killed himself by shooting himself in the head after shooting his own sister-in-law.

Ck ck ck.

"Rober! Don't hate Papa too much. After all, he is our parent!"

"Curtain! Parents said. Parents who abuse their own wives and children! Not worthy of respect!" I said when Christian advised me.

Chris is my brother. We are five and a half years old. So he's the most mature of us, three brothers. Me and Fika are seven years old.

Our mothers from childhood always taught us to get along with each other. Also to respect each other and remind each other. Especially to Chris. He should be our best leader at all times. Because he is the oldest child.

Although the responsibility of Brother Chris is the biggest, but he is the most beloved child Mama Papa.

Always pampered and carried by Mama and Papa at every event. As for me and Fika, more caretakers at home. Hhh...

This is the childhood I always remember.

That's why, when Papa committed such a great crime that even harmed Mama, I hated Papa the most.

Now the more hateful, after Papa just add more fatal mistakes again.

Me, who is only the middle child like an invisible creature can only blame Papa. Always and always.

Even to the end of his life, I was disappointed in all of his actions.

"Don't be like that, bro! Papa loves us very much. Until finally behaving like that too, because he loves us too much."

That's what Christian answered when I was mining it in my spare time as a transfer lecturer in Surabaya. And we talked a lot, especially about Papa's disgrace.

"What is dear? Papa has no love for us! If he really loved, would think long enough to do bad things that defame his good name and family. Does he not think, polygamy status, also corruption....it will destroy the mental children?!? Before you do, think of using your brain!"

"The man in which he was caliph. Our father is a human being, not an angel!"

"But at least, think about his actions carefully. All the delusions of his dreams in good youth, all perished by lust. Who lost who? And then with no feelings, he killed himself before apologizing to God!"

Plaque.

Brother Christian slapped me. Until I realized, if the words that came out of my lips were too late.

Because I'm upset at Papa's behavior. On the behavior of Papa. How humiliating! So painful!

I fell silent and Chris could only sigh.

"Our job now is to pray for our parents! Not judging!"

"Hhh... If I were a parent later,"

"What's? What the hell are you talking about? Marry first, and then you brag if you're a parent!"

Hhh... Christian now seems to be teasing me. Makes me smile wryly glancing at his face.

"Sister!... I want to marry Viona!"

I saw my eldest brother's face pale pias. His eyeballs were round, glaring sharply at me who really liked the nosy nudity that I think is very haunted his life.

"Can't! I won't allow it!"

"Why? Give me a good reason!"

I'm upset. Christian's sister told me to get married, but she discouraged me from marrying Viona. Wh why?

"Didn't you know? Or are you pretending you don't know?" as Chris said, more emotional than me.

"Did? Why is it that you're even more violent than me?"

"Viona is Herdilan's wife!"

"Ex-wife!"

"Yes, errat..ex wife!"

"Then?"

Bugs.

I was shocked to get a blow to my stomach.

"You're a master, a lecturer anyway but your brain is slow for this business!"

"What's? What else is my fault??" my tirade is a little claustrophobic. Thankfully, my stomach was empty, and I had not had lunch.

"The dwarf is your brother!"

"Your brother!!! Not brother!"

I ngegas. Angry and annoyed at the reason.

"I like her son, not her!"

Bugs.

"You're crazy what's drunk anyway?" Again Chris hit my shoulder hard.

"You said you were married first, just brag if I were a parent! Haish! It's still wrong, me!"

"Hadeh.. brain lecturer koq gini yes, in love affairs! I mean marry the guy you like, Brik!" (Sister Chris likes to call me 'Brik' because my name is Roger. Call code for HT or walkie talkie)

"Hhh...! There's no one I like! Marriage should there be love?"

"Hey... Why is your tone so cynical? Move on, there are still many other women besides your ex-fiance! Comeon!"

"God! Brother.smart you're talking! Though a few months ago, you were also cold floundering fear of bearing the status of widower almost left Lody, khan?"

"Pst...! Old sheets don't open again."

"Thanks to Viona, Lody's sister has accepted you as a wife! Yes khan? So why can't I marry her now?"

"The dwarf's alive, Roger! One day he will definitely look for Viona and her son. However, he was Papa's son too! Please understand, I'm not forbidding you from seeing Viona happy! I'm getting Viona closer to my old friend."

"Shiiit! He was almost married to our Om!"

"Either that! Abort wish! We can't keep playing Viona. We have to change our fate, Brik!"

Hhh...

I-i understand. Without my brother telling me why, I understand. I just want to make sure I feel for the woman who is now one roof with me in the house of the late om Jonathan.

The simple woman who turned out to be the daughter of a married couple died because of my carelessness accidentally.

I know him from my Om. Jonathan Lordess's.

He told me a lot about Viona. About his great and great love for the woman who was pregnant.

About his lofty ideals, received the future baby who would be born from the woman's womb, even though an ex-wife from the son of Papa from his other wife.

The ordinary man, who was flat and flat in his life, could only gawk confusedly listening to the blue raving story of om Jo at that time.

Until I thought, what kind of pellet this woman has so that my om could be so open and fascinated with Viona.

And the bloody thing came. Take Om's life too Papa. Until finally I had to have a roof with Viona who then gave birth.

A little, tiny baby boy still covered in blood. Being in my hands, in my lap and in my arms.

His heartbeat was like a soothing musical rhythm. The look in his eyes was like the radiance of a beautiful flickering marble. His cheeks, face, nose and the whole visual. Moreover, his tiny fist that tightly grasped my index finger like it really needed guidance.

For the first time I fell in love with a baby.

I'm azani. And iqomat-i.

The baby was named Dzakki Boy Julian. Boy is my request. I don't know for his first and last two names, from which I didn't ask.

His son seemed to understand the telepathy Om Jo had secured for me. That I should love and love her like a relative. Because Viona's son will be Jo's favorite son.

Even Om Jo easily inherits the little baby a number of inheritance assets that are not small.

At first, I didn't really like Viona. Feeling that he has a science to use up my Om Jo can be so fascinated.

Viona is beautiful, but not very pretty. Simple even the person. Don't look like dressing up fashionably like most other peer women out there.

Of course, I was lazy to be close to him even though I loved his son very much.

But I started to change my attitude after finding out that Viona was the daughter of the traffic-victim couple. My promise first, will try to take care of the only child of the couple is now accomplished.

Apparently, being close and living one roof with Viona makes me slowly respect her more.

Viona the fine lady turns out. I never even wear open clothes in my house. He was polite, refined in educating his son. Although sometimes a bit labile to treat the innocent little baby.

It's just, he's a whiny. It looks fragile even if you don't want to admit it.

I don't know... But I see he loves Jonathan very much. She loves Omku even more than her ex-husband.

Because Viona often cries alone in the corners of the house room if she remembers om Jo.

Hhh...

I. end up captive also to the kindness of Viona who can put herself.

Fika my sister behaves strangely. He loves Viona, but hates his son. It certainly makes the woman sad.

But Viona doesn't hate Fika. He remained friends and called Fika once in a while. Although I know his heart is sick and sad because the son is not recognized by Fika.

Viona.. deserve my Om so loving and loving the tenderness of your heart.

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