Forced to endure

Chapter 58

Sinda

I was walking around looking at the shophouse that I had previously seen from ads on social media. The contract period of my stall is almost over, so I just bought the shophouse as I had planned. Moreover, the condition of the kiosk is not possible to be used as a store and warehouse. I need a bigger place and a shophouse is the choice.

This is the second shophouse I went to, but I feel that it does not match either the price or the location. I prioritize those that are not too far from home in order to work while still being able to control children. There's still one more shophouse I have to go to. Hope this last one fits. Otherwise, it means that I have to consider the two shophouses I have been to before.

I glided to the location of the third shophouse. It is located near the village field, where I usually sell on Sunday morning. This fits perfectly, I do not need to unload the tent every Sunday because I can directly sell in front of the shophouse.

Exactly what I wanted, that was the first impression when I saw this shophouse. I have often seen this shophouse when selling in the village field, but I did not expect that this shophouse will be sold.

I dialed the phone number on the ad and connected. But the shopkeeper can't see me now. Maybe in the afternoon after work he can. He promised to call me later.

Well, it's okay to wait a few hours. I returned to the stall while waiting for the shopkeeper to contact me.

Just as I parked my motorcycle in front of the kiosk, Mas Adji also parked beside me.

"Win ... "

"Eh ... Ms ...?! What's the need to come here?"

Mas Adji seemed uncomfortable I immediately asked him what his purpose was to meet me.

"Can we go in first? I want to talk to you."

"No need, just talking here is okay. I'm afraid your wife will think nothing of us."

Mas Adji was silent.

"So what do you want to talk about?"

"I'd like your permission to take the kids to my house."

I can't believe I heard Mas Adji say his purpose here.

"For what?"

"Win ... They're my kids, I deserve to see them. I also deserve to spend at least a day with them."

"If you feel entitled, you should also feel responsible. It's been a few months you haven't given them any pocket money."

"Oh ... Sorry, I have a sudden need. Later I try to send again, I will also replace the previous one."

"The money is not really important. I have enough money to meet the needs of the children. I consider your money as a form of responsibility and concern for them. If you don't give children rights, I assume you don't care about them."

Mas Adji kept silent.

Sometimes I feel sorry to see Keisha miss her papa. But little one, he hasn't recognized his papa, even I don't think he needs to know his papa any further. Or not knowing at all is better.

"But I don't want my kids to be with that pela*ur. I don't want them to know him!" kataku later.

"You're letting me be with the kids?"

"It's just one day. Tomorrow Sunday you can take the kids. You can drive them home!"

"Okay Win ... I promise! The afternoon I'll take you home." Mas Adji looked happy.

"Wine ... I agree on whatever terms you give."

"You remember, right? I don't want my kids to meet that pela*ur even though she's your wife."

"Wine ... I get it."

"If there's nothing to talk about anymore, please leave. I still have business." I turned and started walking into the shop.

"Win ... " Mas Adji called me.

I stopped my steps to hear what Mas Adji wanted to say.

"Who's the little guy's name?" Mas Adji's voice sounded hoarse.

I'm speechless. The questions are very ordinary but make my heart shake wonderfully. In any case, again I felt a tremendous pain in my heart. It took me a while to answer.

"Austria ... Her name is Kirana," I replied without turning towards Mas Adji. My eyes were already glazed over just by saying his name in front of Mas Adji.

I can't see it anymore. The more I looked the more I remembered the wounds he had inflicted on me in my life.

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Adji POVs

I want to go home from work to see the kids. I miss them, especially Keisha. I remember she used to be with me, helping me with homework when her mom left. Regret again seeped into my chest when I remembered the memories of when I was still with Vinda.

If only I could resist my lust and not be tempted by Eva's body.

If my relationship with Winda is beyond repair, I would at least want to improve my relationship with my children. Let alone the little one, lest he meet me later but feel like meeting a stranger.

I arrived at the stall together with Winda. I don't know where he's from. He looked surprised to see me and asked me what I meant. It was strange to hear him ask that.

I used to come no matter what time. Even if the stall was closed I could still go straight in and surprise him from behind. Willa will be surprised but then smile to see me. But now?

Winda even seems to mind when I want to talk to him inside. So I expressed my purpose in meeting him in front of the kiosk.

Winda also asked why for several months I did not give pocket money to children.

If only Winda knew, after I stayed in the rented Mother came and asked for money as compensation during my stay at her house. Or let's just say my mom asked me to pay as long as I stayed at her house. Because it can't send money to kids.

"Oh ... Sorry, I have a sudden need. Later I try to send again, I will also replace the previous one."

After thinking for a while, Winda finally let me go with the kids. I'm so happy to hear that. I agree to whatever terms that Willa gives as long as I can be with the kids, especially not to meet Eva.

Vinda has driven me away subtly but there is still one thing I want to ask.

"Win ... "

"Who's the little guy's name? my many. I'm very heavy to ask that, considering we had time to choose a name together. I waited a long time for Linda to answer my question. He seems hard to say the name of the little guy.

"Austria ... Her name is Kirana." Finally a soft sentence was heard from the lips of Vinda, but my heart was broken when I heard it.

That was the name I chose. And Vinda still gave me that name even though I was not her husband when the little one was born.