Knitting Wounds Extreme

A secret

The breeze feels cool greeting the skin. The misting remains still give off a characteristic wet soil aroma. Like the scent of love and old wounds, still imprints to this day.

There is a pinch of burning wounds that are still not extinguished until now. Baranya, it was burning as if to burn everything sorry, no more toilets left.

"Never ask how strongly a Maya survived alone until now, Dr. Aditya. Not just crazy, it becomes a fortune for the soul and body," said Maya first, when she was on a seaside.

Since the debate a few minutes ago, Ditya had no choice but to take Maya away and give her a little peace of mind. Coastal becomes the choice of Ditya. The sun was not too hot this morning.

"I was almost crazy back then, too, Maya. You don't know, how when I heard about you, a year after you were kicked out of the village. You don't know either, Maya, I'm looking for you blindly, going around every corner from village to village. Sherla told me you're pregnant with my son. At that time, you must have given birth to Gavin of course," Ditya told, as a bitter smile rose on his lips as sexy as ever.

"The suffering of you is nothing compared to my creed, Ditya. You can still live a good life, a guaranteed future, needs met, and eat enough nutrition. As for me, I had to be stuck around, looking for leftovers and scraping them in the trash. In the condition of giving birth to breastfeeding, I often do not eat. That's why, Gavin was born premature at that time," Maya revealed no less bitter.

"If in the end we parted ways that only hurt each other, why not just unite? For Gibran, Maya. You and I, we love equally, love equally, are equally longing and appreciative. What is difficult if we lower our ego and ambition .... " Ditya's sentence came to a halt, when Maya quickly interrupted him.

"And you're going to betray the marriage with Citra? The image you've married and witnessed by God, until your heart leaves him for trash like me?" Maya chimed in with a sharp voice.

"But I love you," said Ditya, staring at Maya from the side.

"Haha .. hahahaha .... " Ma laughs loudly, long enough to cause her eyes to water, "you love me? You even said it nine years ago, where you planted your seeds in my womb. After that, you went somewhere. Don't fool me anymore, Ditya. I didn't know nine years ago. Bittersweet life, has taught me many dark colors."

Silent. Maya's refusal, Ditya already predicted.

Ditya used to think that he might be able to melt, and destroy the walls of Maya defense. But over time accompanied by injuries and tears, the wall was even more solid, not giving Ditya the opportunity to conquer it.

"Isn't there sorry for me?" Ditya was still staring at Maya fixedly, as if he did not want to lose the woman.

"I can't forgive. Let go, forgive not. Nine years is not a short time for me to live my day accompanied by wounds and tears" Maya replied firmly.

Ditya silenced, looking at the condition of his heart that seemed to melt.

"I want to go home. Go home alone, I'll find public transportation to take me home" Maya said. The woman was too tired to argue with Ditya again.

And again, Gavin is coming home from school soon. Maya has promised to pick up the boy, and also promises not to be late.

"Let me deliver" said Ditya who had begun to rise.

"No need. I can do it myself" Maya replied calmly.

"I forced," Ditya kept installing the coercion mode.

In the end, inevitably Maya is still escorted by Aditya. If denied, the woman could be sure to return to debate with the doctor.

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Accepting the fact that the princess is a prostitute, believe me it is not easy. For some, it may be normal, but not for Fatma, whose honor, Marwah and dignity are above all else.

Why has his life never felt joy?

Why have there always been so many injuries since he was young?

Why is poor life lacking again, making him have to eat the results of his daughter selling themselves?

Time and again, the middle-aged woman forgave the creator, so that his heart would remain as wide as the ocean, and as firm as a coral.

The woman's daydream was broken, when a knock on her door rang. Maybe Maya and Gavin have come home. Surprisingly, if Maya were to come, there was no way that her daughter would knock on the door.

With a shaky step, the woman exited the room, headed for the door of the house and tried to look fine.

Maybe a new neighbor came, or indeed a neighbor who had long settled in the area.

Inner Fatma.

And when the door opened, spontaneously the woman's eyes opened wide.

Adi Yoga Darmadji stood arrogantly in front of him, revealing a sad look at the look on his face. The gaze that Fatma longed for, and turned she hated at this moment.

"Fatma .." Adi's voice tried to be flat, even though the man was unable. Longing, love, and love also seem to be fused, but Adi must hold back his emotions.

"Why come and look for me? Go home. Don't let your tyrannical wife accuse me of being a snatching man's husband!" fatma said as she closed the door.

Unfortunately, with a strong again gallant, Adi held the door so as not to close for him.

"Nine more years I've been looking for you here and there, once I find out, you're gonna kick me out? Don't expect it before I can talk to you. After all, it's inappropriate for you to treat a guest far away like this. Your attitude has just, does not reflect like the Fatma I love since a long time ago" said Adi unhappily.

"Love? It's chic!" Fatma spat, right beside Adi while saying, "What kind of love? While when your wife stepped on me, accused my daughter of not-nothing, then drove us out of the village without feeling, you just kept quiet. My love for you is dead, Adi. And also my daughter, even more than just languish, miserable again because of the actions of your son. Even the heavens and the earth will not be able to atone for your son's sin on my daughter and the child he was born with. Even the oceans and waters of the twenty-seven sacred sources will still be unable to wash the wounds of my daughter and me!" Fatma shouted out loud, spontaneously without caring if someone would hear.

A big secret, no longer able to hold Fatma alone.

"Ap .. what?" Adi squeaked softly due to the shock.

"What's? You still ask what? Very amusing. You think my daughter came to your house to take Ditya's responsibility, it was just a joke. Even I always ask God to give me and my daughter a chance to punish your arrogant, arrogant wife!" Fatma stared woundfully at the man who was her first love.

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