Knitting Wounds Extreme

A new line of wounds.

"Unfortunately, I'll bet that Maya no longer has any interest in a man like you" Fatma said.

Two stubborn people, arguing and not caring about Maya who went by squeezing her chest due to pain. He heard, clearly, how painful his heart was when the word prostitute was pinned on him. Although the reality is Maya is a prostitute, but there is a separate matter that Maya can not press.

"If you purposely sell your daughter to remain a prostitute, I'll make up for it. I will make her my wife, and give her happiness" said Ditya steady, not affected at all by Fatma's rejection.

Kala remembered a glimpse of Gavin's face just now, enough to make Ditya could not stand it anymore. The desire to have Maya and Gavin so strongly thrashed, defeating his common sense that did not think of Citra as a wife.

"I won't give you my daughter, even if you buy her. Your money, it won't be able to make up for my daughter's heart, nor will it be able to buy Maya's body for any nominal amount. Let us be at peace, son of Adi. Although it is true that here you are the source of Maya's suffering, but I will be happy to let you go. So, don't bother our lives anymore and don't bother my daughter again!" Seriously, Fatma.

Fatma is a stubborn woman. The woman will not even falter, even in imingi with the world and the luxury of all its contents. Since long ago, Fatma was so and Adi knew it.

But behind his stubborn nature, Fatma certainly has its own charm and charm, to make Adi so fond of the widow of the late Ahmad.

Ditya did not immediately give up just like that, even though the rejection for the sake of rejecting Fatma lay. The sharp-eyed man with the stout stature of the gallant pus, looked at Fatma sharply as he said, "Unfortunately, I still won't give up!"

"Go Ditya, Maya and I no longer have any business with you. Go before my patience runs out. I've given you a good way not to cause trouble, but it seems, you're just as stubborn as your father," said Fatma, having begun to lose patience.

"Fatma, I came as Aditya's father, begging you to rethink Ditya's arrival with good intentions. By the way the problem of mistakes in the past, I think all of that is indeed Ditya's fault. But isn't everyone entitled to change?" Ask Adi later.

"Yes, everyone has the right to change. But for this time, your son's mistake was too fatal. I can't give a toleration. It's been nine years since the tragedy she gave my daughter, nine years I've never forgotten all that. Go, gradually, Maya and I will forgive Aditya. But for now, please don't pressure us!" toilet Fatma, made Ditya sigh tired.

There was no other choice for Aditya or his father, other than to leave from there.

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In the daily life of a Mayasari Arsyad for nine years, it feels long with a variety of steep winding roads. There are millions of thorns, with spears that can stab Maya at any time, without Maya guessing.

Bitter bitter life, much more dominating. Not just crazy in the face of all this, is a miracle for Maya. If Maya could choose, she would rather be a spinster than live in a world of hell.

Gavin kept quiet, asking nothing because he knew what was going on with his parents. The boy kept a lot of questions in his heart, especially about the man who looked at him with teary eyes. A strong man whose face is similar to his.

Who is that guy? Gavin. With a thought, perhaps the adult man was Gavin's father, though Gavin had heard a glimpse of the adult conversation that was not so clear to him.

The occasional wind-sounding design, blew Maya's hair that looked light. Gavin kept silent while looking at Maya with many things in his heart. Wanted to ask, but Gavin promised he wouldn't ask who and where the father was.

"Gavin, I'm sorry, Mom" Maya said suddenly, wiping her tears clean. The woman's lips forced her to smile.

"What's wrong. That was it, Dad, wasn't it?" ask Gavin carefully. He had promised not to ask about Dad, but just now, Gavin had the right to know who the guests who came to the house, even if it was adult business.

"Gavin wants to know?" ask Maya later.

"Yes, of course. Gavin won't ask Dad to be with us, just curious. But, if you don't mind telling me. If I object, Gavin won't force it" the boy said.

Maya nodded her head several times, understanding how special and understanding this child she was born with was.

"The man who looks young is sitting near Gavin's toy sideboard, that's Gavin's father" Maya later said.

Gavin smiled cheerfully, nodding his head.

"Gavin happy?" ask Maya.

"Yes, Gavin was so happy, finally knowing how Dad looked. Although not too long, but Gavin can remember," replied Gavin.

"Didn't Gavin feel sad? Or is there a desire to be with you?" ask Maya lirih. His tone was very careful, accompanied by a curiosity how his son reacted.

"sad? There is no sadness. Gavin promised me that Gavin would never be sad again. For a wish, there is certainly a wind race meeting and living with two complete parents like Gavin's friends. It's just, I already have a family, just like you said. So Gavin didn't want to father anymore" Gavin replied with a smiley lips, but such a sad look on his eyes.

There is a line of wounds that are now growing again, the heart that was originally tough and as fresh as a coral, now finally has to crack spread, just because of the pounding waves coming from Gavin's tiny lips. Believe me, Maya's wounds again feel stifling chest.

"We're strong, baby. I promised before, without Dad, Gavin could be happy. Both of us, will wake up and carve out our own happiness. I also want to tell Gavin, never hope for me again. If one day Dad comes, don't even get Gavin away from him, welcome him and have a good talk with him. Let's just say, Father's arrival for Gavin, just limited to guests," Maya later said.

"certain. Whatever I asked," Gavin nodded, hugging Maya from the side.

Do you know the meaning of true grace? When you have a child who is able to fight his ego, then that's when the victory of the parents, real in plain sight.

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