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

CHAPTER 233 POV TASYA JESSICA

My life is better now. Alhamdulillahot.

God rebuked me in His way.

So many trials that make me a person of color.

My attitude that was always childish in taking a stance from a young age, now I realize it is very wrong.

Even the consequences of my actions that I didn't think of before caused a lot of chaos and destruction to the lives of those I loved.

Especially my husband and only child.

I was indirectly the one responsible for the deterioration of the morality of my husband and son. Hhh...

Now only tears of contrition fall on each of my prostrations to the Master of Life.

Regret is regret. All just being the black charcoal in my life is getting darker.

I am so proud to have such an amazing nephew. Because Christian is the black charcoal on my face and heart slowly fading.

I would love to dedicate the end of my life to my sons who were once victims of my savagery to their mama.

Tania Camila's.

Women are great, extraordinary, and second to none in this world.

Even though her husband remarried to me without her knowledge, she was almost never angry with me.

He loves me very much.

And I still remember his words when I was five years old, into their little family.

"Tasya.., you are my sister. Until whenever you're my sister. However hard life may hit us, always remember I am your brother! Yea?!?"

My tears are shining.

Regretting how much I have become a demon in her harmonious household.

I'm just so envious of your perfect life. Tania's sister is amazingly beautiful. Really beautiful woman because the mother who is real Dutch. As for me, my mother is Javanese and my Papaku is Malay. Of course compared to the face of Tania's crossbreed, my face will be incomparably dull.

Tania's sister is a dashing man. Tall and well-built. Bambang. Hhh...

If only I could replay it.

If only my voracious soul had not mastered this self...

Maybe it won't all be this broken.

Suppose I keep my promise, ask for a divorce after Herdilan was born. If I were, do not fall in love with my sister's husband after getting special attention mas Bambang because of my pregnancy is not timely.

If, if...

Regrets always come later.

Hhh...

Brother Tania, mas Bambang.may the Lord reunite you in the paradise of Allah Ta'ala. I'm ready to accept all the punishment for what I'm doing right now. Even if God calls me this time, I am sincere.

But there is one thing that is still my weakness.

Herdilan my son, still has personal problems with his former first wife. Yuliana Viona.

Even I was so scared, just in case Delan got back into a bigger hole of darkness.

Makes me want to talk to Christian. Begging for his help, for my son to walk the straight path. No more making mistakes that he would regret for the rest of my life.

My last dream was about Mas Bambang coming, who scolded me not to let Delan come back to disturb Viona. Looks like I'm getting a bright spot.

From the direction of my four-eye conversation with Christian, Viona gave birth to a baby boy with the help of Roger since delivery.

Could Tania's sister have given her will that Viona was the soul mate of Roger, her son? And not my son's soul mate anymore? Could it? Can they share wives even though they are blood? Not sharing a wife I mean, but changing wives. Herdilan's ex-wife to be married to Roger?

God is All.

No one is more powerful than Allah.

I am now more and more confident in my every prostration. Praying the best for my son and my nephews.

Fika stood in front of us. His eyes were round and red withstanding anger.

"Do you want to be at my sister's?" ask him ketus once. But I'm not mad at Fika. Not at all.

"Fika! Don't say such harsh words!" Christian tried to encourage his sister.

I'm just trying to hold Chris back, so Fika doesn't misunderstand him.

It's okay, I hate Fika. But Fika can't think that Christian is putting his feelings aside.

Fika is very young. Twenty-six is now his age. It is only natural that his thoughts are like that.

Added to my trade mark in the past. Which is a fact as an actor aka the male usurper of people who are none other than and not his own father.

Automatically it's only natural that Fika hates me.

"Women have no self-respect! Hmh!" hardik Fika to me. I can only duck.

In my heart I say Fika.

I really have no self-respect.

Take her from the side of her mother. My mother is my cousin. If it is not an accursed woman, an abominable woman.all spicy stamps are worth giving me.

I just regretted deeply for my past bad behavior.

"Already, Fik! Already!"

"What's this woman going to your house for, brother? To incite us? To destroy his middle-aged sons who have now been orphaned because of his crimes?" Fika crying.

Sorry, Fika! Excuse me... Hik hik... It turns out that your heart wound is too deep because of the knife that aunt did all this time. Sorry, Fika!

I hate myself, now.

I'm a fucking devil.

But I want the rest of my life to be human again. Which although many sins and places are wrong, I want to try to tidy up my bad behavior in the past.

I want all my nieces to be happy. Including Roger and Fika. Roger. may match Viona. And Herdilan my son can also move on in the future.

I just want to talk about it.

.....

Fika's sick. His body was hot and vomiting incessantly. While Mutia Christian's wife is taking her twin sons and daughters study tour to Bandung.

Chris himself was meeting in a rainy city. And still be there for quite a long time.

I'm afraid Fika is dehydrated.

Chris called. Telling me Fika's worrying state at home. Makes me jump right off with a ride on ojol.

Fika I took him to the hospital, despite a long debate and rejection.

But seeing his condition getting weaker, I had issued a threat.

"You want to take your aunt to the hospital, or aunty telephone ambulance to pick up Fika and take her to the hospital?!"

Just kontan pias Fika's face. The sweet girl was so scared of ambulances from childhood. Even more phobias after Mama and Papa died.

Must have heard my threat, it's cold hot too. I was just bluffing.

I finally want to take Fika to the hospital.

Fortunately, we are also quick to respond to the pain of Fika. Otherwise, Fika is threatened with severe dehydration and must be hospitalized.

Fika is very afraid of being hospitalized. Finally he followed my advice for a break at home that Chris gave us.

I'm so happy. I can take care of my sweet niece. At least, my sins on Tania's sister I can atone for even just a fingernail on Fika.

Moreover, it turns out that sister Tania's daughter is very sweet and tasteful. Ah... These tears always flowed considering how much God loved me, so Fika became good and obeyed me.

Fika, forgive aunt, son! Forgive aunty who was so bad in the past.

May the Fajr prayer in congregation with Herdilan as priest make all my sins slowly reduced, even if only a little. Aami...

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