Forced to Marry Stepbrother

24. Still Sick

“Where's it healed, son?” ask the woman who has now sat herself on the sofa— where Bi Sirim was sitting.

I just nodded. Still confused how to respond to the words of the woman who once raised me as her son.

“Which father, Darling?”

Raise these two eyebrows. Wonder.

“Tante knows Papa?” ask me to throw the question back.

“Your father hasn't told me?”

I'm shaking.

“Ask your Papa only, Son. Let him explain everything.”

The more curious I become. What is Papa's relationship with Aunt Ratna? Why do they know each other? Even until Aunt Ratna came to the house everything like it was not hesitant to visit.

My head was dizzy enough to guess, until I asked some questions that disturbed this head.

“Tante what's there to come here? Do you just want to find it, Papa? If only that, unfortunately Papa is not at home. Maybe Aunt can meet Papa at the office because he's there now.”

“Do you expel Mom, Son?”

I smiled forcefully.

“I'm not an aunt who will easily drive people away,” I said casually.

I don't know. In retrospect, the pain of this treatment of the woman in front of me, as she ruthlessly kicked me out of her home was still there.

It is not easy to forget that, especially because I was driven from his house, an incident that almost made this life float on me.

But again, it is not to blame, to bestow all the blame on Aunt Ratna. Because, he also does not know the origin of the problem. It's possible that, if I were in his position, I would do the same.

“Sorry Mom, Na. Mother's attitude at that time can not be justified, son. Mom's sorry. Do you want ya sorry, Mom?”

I'm silent. Not answering. This chief is still thinking of the right words for me to say to the woman.

Aunt Ratna held this hand. Gently grasped.

“Na, sorry Mom yes Darling?” he said it again.

Kuhela breath. First, I took off my hand that he held. It's uncomfortable. Now, I look at him seriously.

“Give Cana time, Mom. Kana still needs to set the heart.”

After that, I got up from the sofa.

Choosing to sit here for a long time with him is likely to make the memory I want to erase come back.

I better rest now. Spirit, now is the time for me to rest.

I'm starting to feel tired. The doctor advised me not to get stressed. Don't let my strength weaken. Because, I can faint if my condition is really bad.

“I'm sorry, Mom,” pamitku while slowly stepping foot towards the second floor.

I heard the woman sigh. I also did not try to stop myself. Looks like Aunt Ratna is self-conscious not to do that. He let me rest, didn't want to bother me.

“Non Cana take a shower or eat first?” said Bi Sirim who was still in the room— was cleaning up my old clothes.

“I'm going to sleep a little, Bi. My head is dizzy.”

“Yes Allah.., yes already, Non. Come on, get some sleep. Auntie wakes up when it's time to eat. If you are home.”

Bi Sirim quickly cleaned my bed. Patting him, also tidied up again the sheets are a little tangled.

“Please, Non. Rest up! Aunty not out.”

I nodded again and quickly threw myself on the bed, while Bi Sirim walked out of the room.

For a minute, two minutes have tried to close your eyes, but unfortunately this self never goes to sleep. My mind is busy working. Thinking about many things. As a result, I got dizzy.

Rise up. Slip blanket. Decided to leave the room. It seems that a walk in the garden behind the house can eliminate the dizziness in this head compared to having to force the eyes to pretend to sleep.

My steps suddenly stopped. This forehead also shriveled when he saw the door of the room next door open. Yes, that's a room belonging to one of the men I really wanted to forget, I erased it from this memory. Who else if not my ex-husband—Kak Zii.

‘Has he back?’ this mind asks. However, my head responded immediately. Boost.

‘No. That man can't come back. The door to his room was open for sure because ART tasked with cleaning this room did not close the door properly.’

This time, I agreed with a whisper of heart. Therefore, I approached— to close the door.

Just about to close the door, the sound of objects falling from inside the room was heard. Like the sound of broken glass.

Not wanting to harbor curiosity, I went straight into Brother Zii's room.

This netra was directly focused on the falling object earlier. Photo frame. That's what fell.

Slowly, I approached. Avoiding the glass. I quickly took the picture frame that had broken. I directly.

This hand movement instantly came to a halt after successfully reversing the frame. It turned out that the frame was my own photo.

The picture of me wearing a white kebaya, was smiling broadly at someone I thought was Kak Zii. It's just that Kak Zii's face is not clearly visible because the focus of this photo is only on my face.

Not stopping there, my body grew even more after this netra locked onto the sentence written under the photo.

[Darling, Big Brother likes your smile, but Big Brother wants your cry too. This heart says it loves you, but unfortunately it also screams it hates you. Sorry, Sweetheart. Brother still can't decide. Big Brother's position is really uncomfortable.]

My head's getting dizzy. I can't think. I don't understand what this sentence means.

Is it possible that the man once had a similar taste of me? Is it possible that men berengs3k like he knows the name love? Does the b3jat man have a conscience?

I still can't believe it. I refuse to believe that. In my eyes and heart, he is just a p3nevil. And it will stay that way.

End this pointless shock. Roughly, I tear this photo of my smiling face into pieces. It's not enough to get there, I trodden down his picture. Until the photo was completely torn.

“I hate you berengs3k!”

Unconsciously I screamed. While continuing to step on the actual photo is no longer shaped.

“Yes Allah, Non..., what does Non Cana do?”

Bi Sirim who saw me yelling while jerking his legs indistinctly. Hugged this body. I hold him tightly.

“Non Cana quiet yes, Non. There's Auntie here.”

“I hate that guy, Bi. I hate.”

“Iya, Non. Ja. No papa. Non quiet Kana, yes.”

For a moment, I just hugged Bi Sirim. Crying so much in my ART embrace. For the first time, after a few years had passed I cried again from remembering the dark shadows of the past.

Apparently, I'm still not healed. This heart still could not forgive them.

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