Girl To Zain [Married a Widower]

He Owe!.

The cries of Marta's mother breaking out filled the room space that bore silent witness to her grief. While Aynina felt unbearable to see her mother continue to cry because she was despised.

“Your father always nagging if his cooking mother does not taste good Nin. Even though he gave me a mediocre month. Make your school if it is compared to cigarettes every day how much? Than buying cigarettes will mending to save.”.

“Mother love all for your Father, I love bonus food from help Mother at the seller, for whom if not for your Father? Nin, Nin. Not like Ibu”

“Mother gini kayak no papa.. used to be mother of prayer, fasting, tirakat. But even his dapet kayak gini. No papa, do not get Mom yes dapet Sonnya”

It is all an outpouring of a wife as well as a mother who wants a harmonious family.

Nina's heart and breath were claustrophobic with tears breaking. Nina knew how the temperament of her Father was so that she was always fed up, but she also could not do anything. That's Father.

"Mom asked for a divorce, huh, Nin?"

"Please think again. What about Nina, who's with Nina if you're divorced? Artur how is the school. Ma'am don't ya" said Nina in tears by begging her mother to stay in a relationship that torments her heart.

"But mother is no longer strong Nin. Mother cape in the humiliation continuously, you don't kasian mother?"

"Mom, maybe it's the character of the kayak father. If the character of people is difficult to make in foxes. Try to understand father yes"

"Mom really isn't strong Nin, I want a divorce"

Nina's head did not stop shaking. He still did not want if his family was destroyed and still begged his mother to remain patient in facing his father.

At all Nina did not want to have a fate like her other friends. They all have dual mothers and fathers until their friends make fun of them.

Unable to hold back the tears Nina ran out of the room and into her room. He passed by his father who sat unknowingly in your room there.

In the room, he looked around the room that felt cramped and stuffy which was able to make his cries increasingly broken. His breath was stung with terrified tremors as his body curled downwards.

"Why was I given such a family, why did God give me such a painful destiny? I never wanted to be given a selfish mother and father. An abusive father and a selfish mother to her child. Everything is selfish, no one loves me"

Aynina's inner voice shouted for justice. He ransacked the order that had been neatly arranged on his study table.

"I'm not strong!!!!!"

Aynina cried so hard on her chest that she almost coughed but never cared. Her throat was dry because of the endless screams she let out.

"I'm not strong!!!"

Lirih Aynina with a burning pain staring at the nanar of this room a quiet silence without anyone wanting to be her confiding friend.

16:00

The room of the young girl who had been hurt to see the fate of her family's life seemed very chaotic without anyone wanting to ask her about the news.

The girl with a million pains now lies curled up on the floor without changing her uniform for long. He's not sleeping! the puffy eyes that are still open show red netra with an empty look towards it.

Without saying, the girl got up after feeling the atmosphere of this house was rather soothing than before, although she was not completely sure.

He opened a wooden door made of old white teak that almost peeling. The view is still empty through the guest room to the kitchen.

"Mr Mana, Buk" Aynina's shrill voice was clear and her face was flat but her heart was still wounded.

"Either. Go maybe" Marta's mother only focused on the kale's passage as their breakfast menu without even seeing Aynina.

The young girl walked towards the modern pottery that was on the table. It needs water to wet the long-drying esophagus.

"What would you cook?"

"Change your clothes first"

Aynina saw the uniform she was wearing dirty due to the melt of water from her eyes this afternoon. Nina went back to the room but she came back.

"Bad I'll be home, Mom"

"Where do you know if your father is coming home or not!. Go home or wander out there, I don't care"

For a moment Nina's body trembled again feeling her heart wound open again with a high tone from her mother. The woman really didn't care about her daughter's feelings.

"Ay-aynina right. c-just ask... I-mom don't have to. ja-answer. ka-if still angry. A-aynina cu-free pe-peny luapin all..."

Marta's cry was heard increasingly feeling her daughter's footsteps away from the kitchen.

"I'm sorry about Aynina's mother"

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"Cirr"

Excited dozens of men holding a glass of cocktail accompanied by sexy women who are ready to be touched with the lure of millions of money.

The men sit in a roundabout manner and the women massage their bodies in the back position, making the gambling table the main point of their game.

"Come Mr. Fulan. I'm sure you'll win"

"Certainly have to win dong. The debt is a lot, he must win if he wants the debt paid off. Aren't you?"

The man sitting next to Aynina's father was embracing his body which almost brushed aside the focus of his gambling cards.

"Shut up, you make a big head know not"

"It's easy, Mr. Fulan"

Cheers for cheers sounded filled the room twinkling, as if accompanying Fulan who was peeking at the card that was still lying face down fused with the table.

The Fulan card openly voiced a sense of disappointment filled with the annoyance of the Fulan colleagues and himself, seeing that the card did not match what they expected.

"Huu suck"

"This Fulan sir's father"

"The winner is Mr. Roni"

"I have all nihh"

Mr. Roni was scooping all the money on the table with a very haughty and cause jealousy for the man who stared regretfully in front of him.

"My money. Shitt"

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The cold night was filled with stars but was reluctant to show its form and left behind a cloud of clouds, as if to flirt with the old man who lost his judges.

The poor man walked towards his house that was closed due to the late night.

His feet kicked at the rocks and his head which he scratched without itching until the look of his face that looks sorry. That man seems to be the unluckiest man among the humans in the world.

"It's been so sad for my life. I've got an ugly wife+emosian, playing gambling lost anyway, where the debt is very much, the girl is not yet reliable, apes-apes"

Fulan rubbed her hair so that she did not care about how she looked at this moment. His eyes were wide and he saw a pesky woman standing at the door of his house.

"He's why else that is"

"Just come home?" exclaimed the middle-aged woman was ready to bring the broom she took behind the door for the shameless man to enter her house.

"Ta. earlier that I was again trying to find money to give money to spend monthly for you" Fulan saw the woman had been seen issuing red eyes sharpened without wanting to be refuted.

"Search for money kayak how does it mean? The gambling? Mas, gambling that you do not do anything, because it even adds a burden"

"With gambling I can make a lot of money if I win. It can pay off debt! I owe a lot to the Arab family, Taaaa. It's due" Fulan's wrath to the woman who gives a trivial glance at him without realizing there's a pair of her daughter's twinkle eyes.

"He owes you?"

...To be continued...

...Bismillah looking forward to the next chapter!!!...