Knitting Wounds Extreme

Mom loved him very much.

The night was late, almost even entering the early hours, when the owner of the sharp eyes arrived at his residence. Aditya deliberately chose not to go home immediately, after his quarrel with Maya.

Aditya languished, burning with the flames of blind jealousy to forget logic and no sense left. Jealous of being blind as Maya accompanies another man on his way to the beach, making Aditya lose his way and get out of control.

What did he say? He blasphemed Maya, calling her a prostitute. Ditya only realizes when Maya has left, that he is guilty of his actions.

Unfortunately, when Ditya soon catches up with Maya to Maya's house, Fatma expels him. Perhaps this is karma, which Maya once experienced when she held herself accountable when Maya was pregnant. Wasn't Maya pregnant?

"Mas, are you home? Why do you look so shabby?" ask Citra who welcomed him.

And when Citra glanced at the contents of her husband's car, all the items she brought from home, were still intact in their original place.

"What's this about? Why is everything intact?" ask Citra.

"Shut up, Citra. I don't want to be disturbed!" ditya with cold air.

The image froze in place. She felt that something was wrong with her husband's trip today.

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Time had almost entered the morning, when Maya was still unable to fall asleep. Maya's solitude makes her unable to distract her mind.

The cruel words that Aditya gave him, was a reality. Maya shouldn't have felt this sick. But somehow, the call of the prostitute that Ditya pinned for him, managed to make Maya seem to return to a dark past.

You retired from the night world, but outside you sold yourself to another man under the pretext of being entangled in love. You whore!

You whore!

You whore!

You whore!

The words kept ringing in Maya's head. If there wasn't a Gavin Elano Darma, maybe Maya would just go back to the night world. It's just, what will be his son in the future, if Maya continues to check his son with illegal money from prostitution, selling himself and ****** as the name implies.

A lump of regret hit Maya's consciousness again. If this is the case, Maya can only cry gulps, befriending the silence of the night in the light of the moon.

The only reason Maya has remained strong to this day is, Gavin. Gavin is everything to Maya. Gavin is the only memory left of a man who has been able to make Maya fall in love.

As for Aditya Darmadji, the man was nothing more than a trashy man, and had a dirty mouth. The man Maya loved, has long since died. Just think of it that way.

"Mother," Gavin suddenly woke up, muttering softly and rubbing his eyes. Maya who realized, immediately wiped her tears spontaneously, did not want to know the child, that she had cried.

"Yes, honey. Youawake? What was? Gavin's thirsty?" ask Maya later.

Seraut plain face with a high level of good looks, staring at Maya sad. The boy's eyes were still sleepy, circulating throughout the room that felt unfamiliar to him.

"No, Ma. Gavin is not thirsty. Gavin just wants to wake up. Mom's eyes are swollen, I must be crying again" replied Gavin. The boy, had such a strong inner bond towards Maya. Understandably, both are a pair of mothers and children.

"Don't cry anymore, Mom. Gavin never asked Mom about Dad" Gavin added. The only son of Maya's puppet looked at the mother, reaching out to remove the wet trace on the cheek of the woman who had given birth to him.

Broke already crying Maya. The cry that had been hidden since, now had to go back to the river. The rows of old wounds and new wounds, all seem to be lined up to form a destructive mine.

Maya, no longer has any defense.

"I'm sorry, because of Mom, you have to listen to the rude and lowly pronunciation, son. I can't be a good mother to you. Sorry, so far I can't afford to be the Mom that makes you happy" Maya said, pulling Gavin into her arms.

The mounting sin, all starting from a fatal Mayan mistake, is ready to become the contentment of a man named Aditya Darmadji.

I swear to God, Aditya. I will never forget this day. I will never forget what you called me. I've really been hurt because of you, Ditya. Ihate you. I hate you ....

Inner Maya shouted out loudly.

Until the sound starts to sound. Maya no longer cared where her mother was. His heart was too scratched, making him unable to think about anything other than Gavin and his own feelings.

The cold dew at the end of the night that almost brought morning, made Maya's embrace in her son, getting closer. He no longer knew if his daughter were alive, it would be as heartbreaking as Gavin.

Just imagine, two hearts would be equally wounded.

"Mother is best for me. Don't be sad and don't think about anything else. Let's get some rest and I need to get some sleep. Hopefully, I don't find us in our new place" Gavin said innocently.

Gavin just did not know, that this village, is the same village as the birthplace of Gavin's father.

"Your father's old house, in this village. Forget Dad. Don't talk about him anymore. If one day we meet him again, with his family, never regard those related to Father, as those closest to us. I brought you back to this place, to face anything. Gavin, promise not to get close to anyone without Mom's permission" Maya advises her son.

"Yes, Gavin promised Mother," answered Maya's son, along with the torrential rain. Every single point of rain, as if to depict Maya's tears.

Many events that make Maya had to lose several kilos of body weight, in recent weeks. If Ditya hadn't come back to mess with Maya's life, Maya wouldn't be like this.

The embrace of the mother and child, not to be separated, illustrates how fragile the hearts of both. Hugs to strengthen each other, in fact, will never be able to escape even if the storm shakes.

"Mom, where's grandma?" gavin asked later, when he remembered, he did not see Fatma at all.

"While out, there's a little business. Maybe grandma will come soon," replied Maya calmly.

To be honest, Maya herself just remembered, and worried about her mother. The bad past, making his mother could be wretched in this village.

Just now Gavin was about to throw a question again, the sound of footsteps approaching, revealing the figure of Fatma who was wet under the rain. Soon Maya came out, looking at her mother with a surprised look of course.

"Mom, what are you doing with her?" asked Maya, looking at a sturdy body of dashing pus, who was standing behind her mother.

Adi Darmadji, standing at Fatma's side, stepped to the dimly split as the morning greeted. Adi and Fatma, just as wet under the falling sky.

"Mother loves her so much that day, Maya," replied Fatma with a very steady heart.

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