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

CHAPTER 189 IN FRAME "Christian Versus Fika"

Christian could only sigh short. Receiving the younger brother's sharp gaze and his wife's glance in front of the dining table.

It's now nine o'clock. Both her children and her husband entered the bedroom.

Last night at dinner, Fika touched on a conversation about her Papa's stepson. Christian had guessed, surely Lody his wife had told Herdilan's presence to this house a day ago.

"Okay, let's have a discussion. What's the matter, Fika?" ask Christian calmly. In contrast to Fika the hot sister was upset to hear the kindness of her brother who was out of place.

"Hhh...! I need an explanation, Chris! Why did you take care of and treat that Tasya?"

"What's my fault for doing good?" Christian asked back.

"Sister khan knows who Tasya is!"

"Then?"

"Why is it that my sister is helping him now? Treat him even Viona herself is now taking care of him?"

"Ralat ya, not Viona herself taking care of! But Viona is now one of the medical teams in the Hospital's counselling section. And he doesn't take care of Aunt Tasya every day. Especially 24 hours. No Fika! And you need to know, though,... Viona I recommend working there on behalf of doctor Diandra. So it's not Viona's own wish to work there!"

"Hm... Why did he accept? Why would he work in a hospital where his evil ex-laws are being treated? And who never thought, why did you want to spend money to pay for Tasya's care?"

"Lodys? Are you telling me the same Fika?"

Mutia nervous. He turned to Fika trying to explain to the husband if he did not tell the frontal story to his sister-in-law.

"Please make us some warm milk, can you love?"

Christian's soft words calmed Mutia's heart earlier.

He got up from his seat. Make three cups of warm chocolate milk for them. Even though it remains in the area.

"okay! It's time I talked to you, Fika! Roger should be here, too. So I don't have to go back and forth to explain to you guys!"

"Tell me now! There will be Roger's brother, we'll have another discussion!"

"Well, Fika!"

Mutia presented each of the sisters with a glass of hot chocolate milk. Both faces are serious. There was not even a line of smiles there.

"I've been like a living person with a neck tied to a big rope. So did you and Roger!"

Fika looked at Christian.

"We are in an unhealthy life. Whenever the three of us rebel and change position and direction, our neck always hurts. Because there's a big rope that's holding us back! You, can you understand what I mean, Fika?"

Fika shook her head. Absolutely do not understand the words of his brother who did not see the clarity of Christian's story.

"Do you know what a rope is?"

Again Fika just shook her head.

"And... Do you want to live on with a big rope wrapped around your neck? Makes you stuffy, hard to move wherever you want. Torturing your breathing and steps of life that are certainly full of desire and achievement."

Fika just stared at Chris without blinking. This time he began to connect, but still could not read the direction of his brother's speech.

"Over this time we've always been in the grudge of a burning grudge, Fika!"

"On Tasya and his son?"

Chris is now nodding.

"That's because they were evil first to our Mama! Eyes paid for eyes, lives paid for lives!"

"Yes. I-i understand. Every crime has punishment. Corruption, prison awaits. People steal, get ready to be hunted. Even the actor, must be able to get a landslide reply at last."

"And if we are angry and hate the woman and her son now, isn't it normal?"

"Lumrahs. Reasonable. Also humane action, Fika. We are angry and hate them. And they have also obtained the results of their own deeds."

"Then why are you being nice and accepting them with both hands open? Take care of Tasya at the RSJ, receive the Delan also in this house until he is comfortable sleeping in the guest room!"

"Hhh... Fika! We're blood, Fika! So did he. Same with Papa's son!"

Brakes.

"The unclean to me is said to be the same sodara as the kunyuk!"

"He's also Papa's son, Fik!"

"I refused to admit it. His mother is the dajjal, the son of the devil. They're not part of us! They stole our Papa until he changed his habits to become like the devil too!"

"Did Mama ever say such a bad thing until the end of her life? No khan? Mama never taught us deep-rooted hatred. Even Mama's known about their wedding all day long since we were all kids!"

"That's because Mama's too weak!"

"If I were in the position of Mama, I would finish off the dajj*l woman even with her daughters! Let's settle! Let's be the same! I killed them with my own hands! I'm not afraid to go to jail either!"

"The...! And if Mama behaves as you want, Mama goes to jail... Will you still accept Mama without regret? Have a mother a killer? Then who are we living with? Papa's? Is Papa going to take care of us properly until what we are today? Think about it, Fika!"

Fika sobbing. A small cry of a hiccup held back the anger and sadness of his heart.

"Mama was happy there. Our mother has become an angel of heaven because of her goodness and godly charity in the world. Our mother smiled happily at the side of Allah Ta'ala. Especially if you want to pray for your mom at all times. Mama is happy. Have a good son like us. Who always praise him with the prayers of the holy verses of the Qur'an. Until we meet in God's heaven!"

Fika is flooding the tears. Now Mutia was swept away on her husband's words.

"I'm not sincere Mama died because of the woman's actions, sister! Hik hik hicks..."

"Nobody can truly be one hundred percent left behind by our dear Mama. There ain't! I'm the same! Mama was the one who was always next to me when I was devastated. My mom always supported me when other people dropped me. Mama everything for me, Fika!"

Christian's tears one by one. So did Mutia. Feel sad to remember the Mother who had left her to breathe her last breath in China. With the same disease as his father. Tuberculosis or commonly called TB.

"I'm not as loud as Chris! Hik hik hicks..."

"I know, Fika! I'm not as strong as you can imagine. No, brother! I'm weak. Even in front of you, I am very weak. I can't be a good brother yet. The brother his sisters relied on. L'm... Hiks, I haven't been able to give you guys the happiness that Mama Papa hopes! I can't interpret my love so well for you!"

Fika grabbed her sister's fingers. They cry hugging. Break up to flood of tears.

"Sister! I'm sorry I've always been such a shitty little sister to you!"

"No, Fika! You are the most beautiful gift of my life. You are Melody too! And our kids too! You are God's best gift to me. All this Destiny. What God wrote for my life. Our lives, Fika!"

Fika and Mutia embrace Chris full of tears.

"Hik hik hik..."

"Our mama is a great man. Our mother was God's chosen person to get the toughest ordeal of her life. And our Mama has never opened Papa's disgrace until we have to hate her, right?"

"Mamaa... Fika miss Mamaaa! Huaaahik hik..."

"We are also God's chosen people, to bear all this. How much God loves us so much that we become special people with a complicated way of life for us, Fika!"

"Hik hik hiks, Brother! Why is your talk like opah! You're like a wise grandfather!"

"I saw Opah and Omah sitting around us, Fika! They smile at our fear! Hicks..."

"Sister!" Fika looked left and right. Fear began to take hold of him. While the older brother smiled despite his red face and wet cheeks.

"The...! Let us eliminate the hatred that is within us. Because our aura is a dark color. Also the darkness of your aura can hinder your soul mate and your career."

"I-I mean Brother?"

"We pray to the powerful, pleading for His forgiveness solemnly' and tawaddu'. Rest assured, we do everything with a clean heart, trying in His way. Then all the problems in our lives, we can slowly overcome. We can change our fate for the better, Fika!"

"Well, what about the purpose of my sister to take care of my aunt Tasya? Hik hik hicks..."

Chris hugged his sister again.

"He has served his sentence. Also with his son. Our father, also received punishment from Allah Ta'ala. Even though we hate Papa. We are still his son. In our blood flowed his blood. Although we are upset, Papa has hurt our Mama. But he's still our birth papa."

"Yes I want to know what your plan is going forward, brother!" sela Fika who was upset at the words of the older sister who sounded long-winded.

"Love, one little house for them. Also a little capital for their next life. Now Delan can take care of his own mother. And I'm gonna let go of the responsibility I've been holding on to all this time!"

"Is that okay? Letting Delan who also hurt Viona and Dzakki go back and forth to this house? Is Viona not going to misunderstand?"

Hhh... Christian breathed. Fika's question is correct. And now his brain is spinning to find the best way out for everyone.

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