Happy After Divorce

A BRIEF FLASHBACK ABOUT GRACE

The man I secretly loved, I secretly watched from a distance. The world we live in is different, Amar is an active man. A lot of women are after him, this love started when we were in the same High School.

My figure is just a geeky, accomplished woman. Whenever I had the chance to keep a close eye on him, my friends told me it was hard to be really close to Amar. Year after year, my heart is still the same. I love him, really.

As fate would have it, I could still take his portrait secretly on the faculty bench. Amar is still an idol for women, apart from being a wealthy young master. Amar is the same as me, coming from the top. I started fighting for her, I started it the first time Amar was said to be taking art classes outside of university.

My race deepened with Amar, when he was so friendly with me. We walked together several times, I think because of the opportunity between the two of us to establish a relationship. My happiness did not last long, when I heard rumors, Amar turned out to be in love with women from the art department. She was sweet, and cheerful in contrast to me.

My world collapsed, for 6 years I loved Amar. Harboring my love, when I was given the opportunity to enter his world. In fact, the woman he loves is not me. Lydia Nurlaila, that's her name. The woman who struck me too far, the woman who was able to make Amar's heart flower.

The love that broke before the body, I was destroyed once. My days are so bland, 1 year I lost my lust. I tried to leave everything behind, funny thing fate toying with me. Destiny brought Amar to me, by way of arranged marriage between our parents. I refused, because there was doubt in my heart. Dia—Amar convinced me, to marry him. Because he needs me.

Tub, spring blooming in my duiau. Amar says he needs me, so I forget the land. I accepted our marriage, although at first I knew her heart wasn't for me. But I do believe. Amar will love me, as time goes on. Funny, very! I want to laugh at my naivety. Amar never let go of Lydia, making love with Lydia.

Do I know? Oh, clear. I know, they're playing with fire behind my back. However, I pretend to be stupid, as long as Amar stays by my side. Once, I took Amar to a music show, showing us a different class than that woman.

He said, 1001 women as beautiful as me, none of them can beat his feelings for Lydia. But I still can't give up. I asked to get pregnant, Amar responded to my request. He touched me for the first time, and was the craziest. The man mentioned another woman's name as he reached the top, my tears spilling. Why does it feel so hard to love?

I keep fighting to get pregnant, I think if there's a child between the two of us. Amar's feelings will change, no longer focused on Lydia. God is all right, I'm pregnant with Amar's son. I was excited to go to Amar to say that I was pregnant, both of our children. Not a word of congratulations or a happy smile, I was instead slapped by a crazy scene.

I roared in the darkness of the night, too afraid to pull the woman's hair. Slapped him many times, feeling how his pain was torn to shreds, by a betrayal.

Ah, yes too. I laughed again with tears in my eyes, here I am who said third person. It was me who suddenly came in and made their relationship have to end, no matter that. I was the first woman to love Amar in silence, walking with sincerity.

My world is upside down, I give birth to a daughter at the stake of life. The child that Amar did not care about, strangely there is a miracle here. Amar loves me our daughter, whom I call Dinar Aprilia Santoso. I'm happy, of course. I fought back despite being covered with blood from the wounds of treason, he said. Whatever is not your destiny, will leave you. Yeah, it's true. He never wanted to try to accept my existence, in the end everything I started to destroy was swept away by the ripples of the waves.

My heart hurts, my soul breaks. The figure of a mother inside me lost love and revenge tore through my world. I love him and hate him so much, am I wrong? Am I wrong? And am I wrong? If so, where did this error begin. It all comes down to the sea of wounds?

I couldn't go back in time, I had fallen far into the hell of a grudge. Dragging my daughter to get hurt, just to make Amar hurt. Because no one can hurt Amar other than our Dinar—putri. I was secretly pretending to be crazy, I noticed him from a distance. Caged in a room, I spent my time there. The world is again pulling out a karmic whip, he who I think is happy.

Come with tears and sorrow, my daughter. Also feeling the pain of betrayal from my son-in-law, I cried loudly when my daughter left me. Why should he feel how painful a betrayal is? I may not be a good mother, but I don't think my heart is willing when my daughter is hurt by another man. What's the matter with me, actually? What have I really been living? I should have never met him in the first place, maybe the story would have been different. Amar I hate you, and also hate my destiny, and what I hate most is myself.

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At first glance, Angst, right? 🤧 if explained again more pain again, being in the position of Graceful. He was also a victim of Amar's selfishness, but he was also wrong for being infatuated with the wrong man, well🥹 there are a lot of women in this world holding out for men who never made them a priority. Strangely hoping they will change