I'M MY MOTHER'S HONEY

Divorce only

The conversation between the two is getting better. The tension that had happened earlier, now gradually melted. And the two of them had already dared to look at each other while talking.

"You are a good son!" zahra said, landing his hand on Rara's thigh. Both are sitting next to each other on the bed.

Rara turned towards Zahra and smiled faintly. Grab Zahra's hand and hold it. "Only you say I'm good Zahra." He said with a minder. patting slowly Zahra's hand.

"Yes, if you don't know you, you must say you're mean and arrogant. After all, you used to be selfish, dictator. Want people under your yoke all."

"Sir dong!" sahut Rara was quick, and both of them laughed.

"Easily Hubby defended you all-out. Because you're basically a good person. Wonder why you're so annoying like you used to be." Ask Zahra with her marketing.

Rara smiled faintly, then she took a deep breath. It hurts a lot if you tell me the cause.

"Let's go, I want to know your little story. Until we met at the school in the village. I was wondering, why are you even at school right in the village? You are rich." Zahra stared fixedly at Rara, she could not wait to hear the story of Rara. Might be made to be an inspiration. Because, right now, Zahra is learning to be a writer.

"Emmmmm.... Zahra, the pubescent child, is in search of her identity, wanting to know who she really is. And during that quest, I had no one to direct. The problems at home were so many. Dad divorced Mom. Because mother was caught cheating, continued the business of the father at that time almost bankrupt because of the mother's work also." Rara said with a bright look, she seemed to be remembering all the events in those days.

"Just imagine when you again need a warm hug from the mother, and you don't get it. When the stomach cramps, because of menstruation. No mother explained that. I have to learn by myself. Shame to talk about it to others. I'm the kepo, so often browsing things about femininity on the internet. And no doubt por no smell things appear on the screen. Akhhhh. I am a fool, I cannot resist new things. I have friends who have no morals either. Unaffected. Like skipping school, pulling out, smoking, drinking, and many other delinquencies. You must know."

.Zahra's distress gulped at her saliva hearing Rara's story. Everything the boy said, he never did.

Huuff...

"If you remember, I can get sick of myself. Why can I be destroyed like that. The science of religion that I got since childhood, as if I could not resist the temptation. Sometimes my soul is stirred. You know, it's wrong. But, because you can not hold back earlier, yes already be doing things that deviate. Where friends vent and who are always motivating no longer want to be friends with me. Wonderful, until now I don't know why he stayed away. And strangely, it disappeared again. Leaving me in her fragile moments."

Rara turned her face away quickly. He could no longer hold back his emotions. Her tears were also pushing out.

Hua....

Zahra was crying hysterically.

"What a shame to my fate Zahra. No one loves me. Look, he left me..!"

Zahra was confused by Rara's words, she did not understand. Who meant to leave him.

"I envy you, Ra, many people who love you and love you. While me? nobody wants me. My mother was always busy looking for her own satisfaction. Dad was busy too. Although sometimes on holiday, he took me for a walk. But that's not all I want. I want a whole family."

"Many love koq as you Ra. Hubby, what a pity with you."

"Sir Zahra, I don't love you. He just loves me." He said with a sigh of excitement, dabbing his tears with his fingers. The mucus has started to clog his breathing hole.

"Nobody loves me. Even he, the man who married me, left me!"

Hua....

"From the beginning was my only hope. But he also died, as I began to lose my way. And now he's gone." Rara several times pulled her snot up and down it.

"You mean Ibot Bimo?" Now Zahra parsed her embrace, looking at Rara curiously.

"The man you mean Bimo?" Zahra repeated her words. Because I didn't get any answers from Rara.

Rara nodded her head weakly. "Yes, back then it was just my Uncle Bimo's wish. But, in fact, he also stayed away from me. I don't know what my fault is. Suddenly he acted cold. And even moved house. I have no friends to share." Obviously Rara, still crying.

Zahra nodded her head slowly.

"From childhood, Uncle Bimo has been kind to me. He seems to love me so much. But, it turns out he doesn't love me." Zahra gives Rara a tissue. The woman also wiped tears on her cheeks and let out snot that clogged her nasal cavity.

"How can you not feel broken. On the wedding day, you've been dumped." Rara held onto her chest and stroked her gently . "Is that so bad for me? is it me, to be ignored and not considered like this?" Rara looked at Zahra. It was as if he was asking for reinforcement.

"That's just your thinking. You're precious, don't humble yourself like that." Zahra wiped her tears Rara now flooded her face.

"The speaking fact of Zahra. Look he's gone already "

"You like Uncle Bimo?" Zahra kepo, why does Rara look hit because Bimo left.

"Where might I like my own uncle Zahra "Rara covered up her feelings. Didn't know that Zahra could read Rara's mind.

"You like Uncle Bimo, if you don't like it, you're not as sad as this " said Zahra stroking his head gently.

"I don't know what kind of feeling I'm feeling right now. Clearly, I want Uncle Bimo, good again to me." Speech weak. The tense Rara now felt thirsty. He moistened his dry lips with his tongue.

"Uncle Bimo left, there must be a reason. Maybe she's not ready for a quick household. It takes mental preparation toward that serious relationship. He thought again, what good thing to prepare for you."

"But you don't have to run away. If you don't want to, divorce me. I don't want to live in this world anymore, nobody wants me."

"Rara, don't talk like that "

TB

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Very sleepy, tomorrow connected reader. If you are sleepy, want the story to run.