Hold on or let go!

The eps 39

Alby

The atmosphere of Mak's room was still quiet. There is no usual warm conversation between me, Bia and Mak.

I'm still shocked to find out that Silvy is Mak's biological son.

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Sat it's Mak just said never married before married to the father but .. didn't say have a child from a previous marriage, and we believe.

My father married Mak before my mother died. My mom and my mom are friends. All I remember is that my mom used to say that Mak was my friend back in town. As an eight-year-old at the time, I believed in whatever the parents said.

Mak did not live with me before, until my mother was sickly and asked Mak to take care of her in the same house because at that time my father worked in the city.

As time went on, rumors about the closeness of Mak with the father was heard. But my mother ignored him. Mother even asked Mak to be the wife of the father if she did not exist. Asking Mak to think of me like a child.

But Mak didn't agree to it. As a widow, she does not want to be stamped as a snatch of people's husbands. Moreover, the husband of his own best friend who is willing to accommodate him in our house.

My mother's illness was getting worse, she asked my mother to marry my father. Finally, my mother and father decided to get married at the request of my late mother.

The hatred of our family is enough to make Mak and father overwhelmed. Including my uwak, the father of Asep kang. But, Mak proved to everyone that he was worthy to be a wife and father's wife not because he took it from my mother.

Slowly, the misunderstanding that occurred gradually improved. No more harsh terms or sentences were thrown at Mak because he proved himself not that bad.

Twelve years of marriage Mak and father, the father followed my mother. At that time, I was twenty years old and had worked in one of the automotive factories that everyone knew was a well-known company. The benefits obtained are quite decent so that I can little by little help the economy of my family which at that time was only left Mak. Our house was renovated to be even better. I made a fish pond and the results were enough to meet our needs.

Two years after my father died, I rarely went home. Yes, even though I love Mak but still there is an awkward feeling and a bad feeling because I am no longer ABG. In a year at most I only go home twice. That was also during Eid and take annual leave only.

For years I became a man who rarely even associated with women. If you talk to ex, I have dated several times when I was a teenager. But after work, I never dated at all even though a lot of girls approached me. Until one day, I knew a beautiful and cute girl named Shabia Ayu. The beautiful Javanese girl caught my attention. Besides being naturally beautiful, she was also the only girl who looked at me with a casual look. She was different from the other girls who chased after me because of my good looks. Not arrogant, but the truth is that my face is pretty.

He works at the minimarket with the red logo. The girl in her twenties rejected me when she met.

As a man who feels above average face, isn't this a form of humiliation??? Ah, no! I don't think like that. Maybe the girl already has a lover to reject me was natural.

But.luck is on my side, it turns out she's single. I knew when I saw him rejecting someone I knew financially and also his look was above me of course. He's in the car, while I only use two wheels it's not paid off anyway.

Once twice, I still saw how persistent the man was to approach Bia. But Bia's response was always the same, rejecting the man's invitation. Which makes me wonder, why Bia never agreed to the man to just go together. Is his level too high for Bia? Or does Bia want more than that guy?

I saw him daydreaming all the way. Isn't it almost midnight like it's dangerous enough for her? With confidence I approached him. Greeting, he responded to me.

Since then we have been close. If we were both off, we spent time together. One year later, I asked her to be my wife. He also agreed. Happiness was mixed when I introduced Bia to Mak. Mak directly matches Bia who is polite and supple although if angry he will be like a hungry lion 😄.

Our marriage was quite simple.Bia said, his father is gone. There was only one uncle he had. Her uncle welcomed me into the family environment quite well. True what Bia said, his uncle is indeed a pleasant man. I was wondering why Bia's mother didn't attend our wedding, but Bia just said. My mother was busy with her little baby. I who did not understand too much just nodded.

After getting married, Bia and I worked together in the city for a few months. But it turns out that since there's been a pandemic, there's been a reduction in employees at my factory. I am included in the reduction of the number of employees inevitably come out with a fairly large severance package.

After I officially did not work, Bia resigned from her place of work and followed me back to my hometown.

My mother was very happy with our presence. Bia who misses her mother figure also looks very close to Mak. And vice versa. They look like mothers and children. Moreover, Bia was quite smart to get along. Although he has not lived here for a long time, he understands and knows our daily language enough even though he did not know at first.

Bia, the submissive woman. He once told me that the certificate of land and rice of his father's legacy was taken by the mother to be pawned when there was a nomination of his stepfather.

If he wanted to, his life in his hometown was very good, right!? In addition, the food stalls of his father's legacy are also quite large and crowded which is now managed by his uncle.

But...My bia is great! He's been following me everywhere and whatever my decision has been. He accepts whatever is my decision. Even my salary is not how much when becoming a daily porters was received with pleasure.

What's less good is he???

But now, I've made his wound gap. Wounds that might never be healed even if I apologized to him thousands or millions of times.

I let my Bia down. From the bottom of my heart, I truly love my Shabia, only my Bia.

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"Come A, we'll take a break to the hotel!", take Silvy to me.

"But Non, Mak...!"

"Non? Hello??? I'm your wife A Alby! Silvy!", said Silvy full of emphasis.

"Udah, you're speaking to the hotel. You're not as handsome as my son, definitely not comfortable wearing such a kebaya!"

I just sighed. Refusing is useless. The host will definitely keep forcing all his wishes.