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

CHAPTER 234 POV FIKA

I really hate Aunt Tasya. Very, very hateful.

I used to like it. Loved it.

Even when I was four years old, I always brags about being an artist like aunty Tasya.

Beautiful, famous, and lots of money. The pictures are everywhere. Sometimes even on TV with a lot of panatic fans here and there.

I imagine myself as Cinderella. Beautiful beauty with many talents.

Even almost I entered the sanggar to want to achieve the ideals as he did at that time.

Hhh... Apparently, he's an actor. Even more sadistic is... I was the one he took from Mama.

Crazy one! Crazy one! Crazy one!

Edan!!!

I wanted to finish her beautiful face which turned out to be just a mask.

I'm disgusted to see it now. Free she is beautiful, kindhearted like an angel because she is diligent and likes to donate orphanage foundations, if it turns out her behavior is minus severe.

He's just acting. Pretending good to cover up his foul behavior on our family.

Strangely, my mother still considered him a brother.

Such rotten brothers, it's best to be burned alive. Cremate his body, dump his ashes in a sea full of piranha fish. Hhh... Piss me!

It's too long if I tell you all the football. For sure this heart hated him and his only son.

It could be deceiving and lying to Mama by giving birth to a song boy, stupid and narcissistic like that without any guilt at all.

Moreover, it turns out I know his son is also a polygamist. And his sadist did the same as Papa. Married without first wife's permission.

Good Lord! What karma has befallen my family!?

Fortunately, his ex-wife is now on our side. Under the auspices of the late Jo and now forwarded in the watchful eyes of my brother. Hhh...

Strange family, isn't it?

Let alone others, I myself am confused and stressed thinking of this tangled thread of our family.

Dizziness thinking.

Yes, it is. I don't want to live with a grudge.

In addition to impacting my mental health, it also turned out to be related to my aura and career and soul mate. Said brother Christian.

Eh? I don't know.

My brother that one is really weird. Severe silence, but once speaking.

Bizarrely.

Whether he has falsehood or something, I don't know. I never saw that strange gurgle from my brother either. It may just be a coincidence that his words were true. Or maybe brother Chris had a deep affection for me as a sister to such inner contact and strong chemistry.

That's how my brother is.

Even his attitude that seemed to be supporting my nemesis now made me a little fed up.

Brother's words are right.

Our lives are covered with the sins of revenge in the past. Go on and on if you remember that. But I am just an ordinary human being. I have not been able to handle my anger. I haven't stabilized my labile mind.

Hhh...

Until one day, it all seems to go back in time. But now with the path of goodness.

Aunt Tasya and her son as if God were bringing us back. I don't know. Is it because of brother Christian, or the destiny God gave. Now everything seems wide open for them to re-enter our lives.

Started by Herdilan.

Almost got hit with Roger's brother because of Viona's business. But I heard from Lody's sister, the boy was crushed to death by beating Viona. His first ex-wife, who is currently on the sidelines of Roger's brother.

Haish! My head was thinking about the brains of those men.

Hm... Herdilan is also my half-brother. I hate everything I do for her and her mom. Yes still a stepbrother despite different mothers.

Hadeeeeeeeee!

"Hoe! Hoek..hoek!"

I feel like my body is very weak. My eyes are twitching, my head is spinning seven circumference.

Christian's house is empty. Brother Lody to Bandung, brother Chris is in Bogor. There were only two housekeepers and the other one went home in the afternoon because of the agreement.

Suddenly...

"Fika, let's go to the hospital!"

My nausea is getting worse. I vomit more and more often. Maybe because of the annoyance and resentment to see the presence of the Tasya Jessica in my sister's residence.

I didn't pay attention to it. I try to ignore it.

But he didn't budge. It is precisely to offer a glass of warm water for me every time I vomit, to neutralize my enchantment.

Tasya also gently massaged my nape. Gently rubbing the eucalyptus oil around my neck and shoulders.

"Well to the hospital?" bring gently.

"You want what you? Want to poison me like my mama? Want me to die soon?" my curse on my cry endures the pain and hatred of this heart.

But my body was too weak helpless.

Until I was wide awake to hear his gentle threat. The one who asked me to choose, followed him to the hospital or called an ambulance so that I would be transported immediately to the hospital.

He seems to know my weakness! You bitch! I phobic the sound of ambulance sirens since I was a child. It feels so scared. Even with the name of the ambulance alone, my hair is already goosebumps. My name is in my heart.

I finally followed his advice by being forced.

The doctor who handled me said that if I was one hour late to the hospital, my body could drop and immediately enter the ICU emergency room due to lack of fluids.

Lucky I just need to add crystalloid liquid or NaCI 0.9% one bag only. After it was over in an hour, I was able to return home.

I'm so scared of the hospital. Since Mama was treated for a few weeks and died, then followed by Papa, I was traumatized in the building following hospital equipment.

Aunt Tasya was quite deft in taking care of me. He was also patient even though my words were often painful.

Slowly my anger began to subside.

He also offered me to take a short break at his simple residence that Chris hibahkan them.

I was initially reluctant. Prestigious dong if I should continue to feel the need for his help. But considering Chris's lonely home has no one for the next two days except for his assistant brother Lody's bi Naya, I'm finally coming with him.

At home I was treated like a queen.

All the soft food he made for me. Also health drinks, he provides from the end of the table to the other end.

Of course I'm ashamed of myself for his kindness.

I can feel the sincerity of his heart right now. And hopefully this is the beginning of a good change for me and him going forward.

Even as the dawn of the morning dawn reverberated, I saw that Aunt Tasya, who was sleeping on the lower bed with me, was already sitting on her long prayer mat.

"Aunty...! Fika wants to pray, can you?" ask me shy cat.

"Of course you can, Fika! Let's pray together. Would it be, if Herdilan had accepted us?"

I was silent for a moment. I saw Herdilan was also getting ready to go to the mosque down the alley.

"Let's pray together!"

Finally I began my kindness by accepting back those who had repented. Ah, pleased. One of my burdens is reduced. And my life's steps feel lighter.

God alone is most forgiving, when I was so arrogant I did not want to forgive aunt Tasya and Herdilan.

My dawn may be a blessing for my next move. Aami...

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