Knitting Wounds Extreme
Typhoon Sin
There is no other choice for a woman who is feeling the condition of being squeezed into the situation. There's nothing Maya can do but put a damper on her heartache alone this time. Although the mind cries out protest due to too much pain, but Maya tries to toughen up.
How many times has Maya received treason? Uncountable. In fact, he was repeatedly hurt, in lies, until finally Maya experienced a crisis of trust. It was only the two adult female figures that Maya believed in.
Shela and Mom.
"Well how is this, Shela? Do I have to go to the village and make sure that there's nothing there? I'm afraid Gavin .. I mean, Ditya found Gavin. Jesus, what did Mami Jovita think?" Maya asks as soon as she arrives in Shela's room.
"I heard that Mami Jovita is currently out, and I have an appointment with someone. My hunch is that Mami will go and see Ditya to meet Gavin" Maya added.
The woman who was spoken to, blinked her eyes as a result of drowsiness. But the drowsiness disappeared instantly, when the Maya called the name Gavin, and Aditya alternated. Shela's brain fluctuated instantly.
Gavin Evano Darma's.
The only son of Maya puppet was living with Bu Fatma, in a hillside village. Maya seeks a place away from the noise and hustle and bustle and modernization, in order to keep her son away from the modern world and possibly meet the Darmadji family.
"Now, Mayasari" Shela said firmly. But just look at how Maya's reaction looks like a stupid woman.
"Let's get ready and follow up now! Do you want that savage guy to easily get Gavin?"
Hardikan Shela sound enough to make Maya re-conscious.
"You want to accompany me?" maya asked later, shortly after she got up and pecked at the edge of the bed in Shela's room.
"I'll accompany you and take you there. But you have to listen and do this, don't let go easily and give Ditya a gap. If she seduces you, remember one thing, remember the times you lived suffering because of her," Shela says, poisoning Maya's mind slowly.
"You should also know one thing, Shel. Aditya has married," said Maya lirih. Intention that was about to prepare to follow and make sure Jovita did not conspire with Ditya, now stopped because Maya's memory of Aditya's wife who visited him just now, back crossed.
In a doldrums, Maya sits her body on the sofa.
"What's? What the fuck else is this? So, the bastard's married? And last night he hired you? A real bastard!" exclaiming Shela who lost her drowsiness completely. In fact, Shela stayed up last night until last night.
The woman who was called as Shela, looked at the lowered Maya. He knows very well, how disappointed Maya is with her past. Slowly, Shela tried to talk more softly, sitting right beside Maya who was still silent without reaction.
"How much do you love Aditya, Maya? Actually, what made you so passionate about that doctor?" ask Shela later.
Without looking at Shela who was sitting right next to her, Maya stared at the ceiling of one of the brothel booths that became the center of Jovita's business. It's painful, if Maya has to look back at the time before nine years ago, where love for Aditya, really managed to drive her crazy. Until the effect managed to destroy Maya life. Crushed to pieces, with no leftovers.
"Life is playing me. Life as if to give me. Sometimes I ask God, not because life feels unfair, but ask, why is it not mine, while my race is greater when compared with the world? Sometimes I wonder, Does heaven and hell really exist?" added Maya.
Shela is confused as to how to respond.
"You know what, Shel? If the prostitute is surely sinful and the future inhabitants of hell, will the door of heaven not be opened, for the woman who lives her child and mother even with a heresy path full of contempt? Hina in me, with a dozen sins that I do not know what to redeem. And you know who the root of this blasphemy is? Aditya and his family are the cause," said Maya again.
"Already, already. I-i understand. Take a shower and I'll take a shower. Let's secure Gavin. If later Mami and Ditya have not found your child, just move it to a place that will not be known by Mami," Shela later said.
The two women rushed over and cleaned up. There's not a word Maya says anymore. However, there are many words that Shela saves, for she to say to Maya later.
In the mind of a Maya, somehow, he has to get back to dealing with Ditya.
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The afternoon was near, when the car driven by Ditya and Jovita and one jovita man entered a courtyard of an ancient house that was very clean. Not only that, there was a small river flowing beside the house, with a large tree that made shady around the house.
A middle-aged woman, was sitting while embroidery a cloth with thread. The only activity that has been the pride of Fatma. Yep. That woman is Fatma. Maya's mother has been taking good care of Gavin all this time.
"I'm not going down. Please lure my son out of the house, and don't let Maya's mother recognize me. I want to see, what my son looks like," Ditya said suddenly.
"Why could that be?" ask Jovita later.
"Didn't you want to see your son? This is your chance to see, approach, and embrace your child. You asked me to bring you here yourself?"
Ditya's eyes focused on Fatma who was still cool embroidery fabric. The man's rough breathing, several times heard in Jovita's ears.
"I'm not ready yet. Maybe next time I'll visit him alone. Anyway, I don't know. It seems that my mentality is not as strong as my body. Please, bring a paper bag on the back bench, and give it to Maya's mother," Ditya asked, pointing to two large paper bags next to the sitting position of Jovita's men.
Until Jovita got out of the car, a boy came out of the house, carrying a book and pencil, welcoming Jovita with a flat face. The boy, similar to little Aditya. His face, his appearance, his stature, the lightning of his eyes, to his charm, not much different from Aditya in childhood.
If this is the case, even the clouds in the sky are marching against each other and who is shedding tears, if Ditya does not acknowledge, again denies that the child is his son.
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