I'm Not a Substitute Womb

I'm Not a Substitute Womb
58. I'm Not a Substitute Womb



"Don't hate Mommy, son."


"Calm down, yeah. I'm not resentful, just disappointed in you for being so easy to replace in your heart and at home. I don't like all the changes you've made. That's why I never went home and spent more weekends at Mom's. You know, it's not fair to me."


Fadil's chest is getting crowded hearing Mario's heart. He also recalled, the last time he met Mario when he asked for blessing at the Cafe before marrying Dewi.


"Don't you say you're busy training with the young master?" ask Fadil because Mario always said that when he asked Mario to come home at the end of Sunday.


"And you believe it?" not to answer but to ask back. "Dad would have known at the end of Sunday, brother Malvyn was always at his family's house."


Fadil. And why believe it so easily? though before, it was he who picked up Mario in the dormitory or at the Abraham family home if late to pick up.


"At first, I was so disappointed and angry at Mom for preferring Mr. Carlos over my father and me. But I was wrong" said Mario again still do not want to look at Fadil.


Actually Fadil was not able to hear the expression of Mario's heart, but moments like this are very rare. Mario is a closed-off young man.


"What do you mean, Mario?" ask Fadil.


"I was wrong, dad. I should not only think about your feelings, but I should also think about your feelings. A woman does need to live well, that's why I prefer Mr. Carlos. But, do you not realize, behind the luxurious life Mother must be perfect to visit our simple house? Mom still sends me a lot of pocket money because my school is an elite school?"


"Aren't we as men especially already a husband must work hard enough to live a wife?" mario's story reveals his disappointment.


"But I can't, Mario. You know for yourself that your father is an incapable man" argued Fadil.


Finally Mario turned his head and smiled obliquely then looked towards the front again. "But why after marrying father's new wife, receive the inheritance from Om Bimo? hasn't the legacy been given to Om Bimo for a very long time?"


DEG


Fadil is back. Never thought if Mario noticed anything that happened so far.


"Wouldn't it be that before receiving the inheritance, we could live on the income of the garden alone? why are you quick to turn away just because your new wife is paying attention when you feel lonely? why did you leave my mother and sister-to-be?"


"If you know how happy I am to hear the news that you parted with Mr. Carlos and are pregnant with your son. I was thinking, after that you guys will unite and my sister has a last name Wicaksono is not like me, Wiguna."


Wiguna is the last name of Bimo. Mario was forced to be given the surname Wiguna because the marriage of Fadil and Nadia was only a religious marriage.


"Now you can change your last name to Wicaksono, Mario." Fadil explained.


"For what else am I using your last name, dad? it's all free, right? after marrying my new wife, my father became negligent in taking care of me."


"Why are you cornered, dad? didn't you allow me to remarry?" Fadil felt unacceptable.


Mario looked up at Fadil


For the first time the young man had grown up against his father. "Did I say I didn't let you marry him, you'd obey my request?"


Once again Fadil was silenced by Mario.


"Why do you always take your new wife when you visit my mom? did you forget that pregnant women want to be pampered as well as my mother? why would you visit my mother but you only pay attention to your new wife at my mother's house?"


Fadil really could not take out another word. His heart was broken in harmony with the expression of the child's heart.


"Go, yeah. Get out of my mom's house before I really hate you both."


Fadil. Stared at his son from the side. "You're kicking dad out, son?"


Mario turned towards Fadil with a flat face then nodded. "This is my mother's house. This is where I come home. Aren't you busy taking care of your new wife and father's legacy? and isn't dad's time spent just pampering and obeying dad's new wife's will?" sindir Mario then rose up to step into the house leaving Fadil who was stunned.


When he was about to reach the entrance, Mario passed by the Goddess. Her eyes were not as sad as before when she looked at the Goddess before knowing if she was also pregnant and took Fadil time.


"Bring my father home. He was not feeling well" said Mario then passed by.


Nadia heard it immediately following Fadil in the gazebo. After the funeral, he took a break from exhaustion.


"Mas" call the Goddess.


Fadil did not answer because his mind was floating to the mass where faithfully waiting for Nadia back and how happy when Nadia visited his very simple house.


Although when it comes, Nadia often nagged because Fadil did not want to clean the house simply, or just because Fadil was still cooking for street children. In fact, Nadia had told people to cook food for the street children.


Fadil also remembered his plan to make Nadia pregnant to return to him. But in reality, he was so overwhelmed by the attention of the Goddess in the street children he raised to prefer the Goddess than Nadia.


"Mas," called the Goddess again making Fadil aghast.


"Is she really not feeling well?" ask the Goddess to worry.


It was hard for Fadil to hide his feelings. "Who told you?"


"Mario. He asked me to bring the mas home."


Fadil took a long breath. "Yes. Let's go home."


"But, is Mario okay to be left alone?"


Fadil nodded without answering anymore. His chest tight still remembered every sentence that gushed from the mouth of Mario, his son.


Fadil and Dewi return home in a taxi that has been ordered by Mario. And that made Fadil more upset.


Along the way, Fadil was silent. It did not escape the attention of the goddess.


I'm sorry, Nad. I'm sorry if everything our son said is true, please forgive me for waiting for you a little longer. Sorry if I neglected to take care of you. Do you really still love me?


Fadil stared straight out the window as tears and rain fell. Repeatedly wink so that tears do not drip more profusely.


Excuse me.