Knitting Wounds Extreme

New facts are painful.

Thin cloud troops march in the earth sky the birth village of Maya and Aditya. They appear to occasionally walk, covering the luster of stars and the moon alternately. Not thick, just enough to make the night sometimes look bright, sometimes also looks dark.

Inayah sat alone behind the window of her room, waiting for the good news as hope grew unworthy in her heart. His only hope now is that Ditya can bring his first grandchild to him.

It sounds ridiculous, it seems absurd considering how Inayah was in the past. But that is the content of the heart and God who has a connection. There is no creature whose heart God cannot change. His heart changed as quickly as it changed.

Some time ago, when he proved what the people who worked on him said about Maya who had returned, how shocked he was when Maya brought a son whose face was so similar to Aditya.

God has proven all that Maya at that time really contains Aditya flesh blood. Unfortunately, Nyah just drove him out without feeling. Now Nayah wanted to hug the boy. Is that a natural desire? Inayah couldn't stand it.

"Dad, until when are you going to daydream? Even your crying won't make Maya forgive you" said Adi Darmadji, who just entered the room.

The black pants suit and the black-striped white shirt that Adi wore, made Adi look younger than her age. No matter which hair had turned slightly white, however, the man remained dashing.

"Mas, I want to go to Maya's house and apologize. What say?" ask Inayah later.

Instead of getting support, Adi scoffs at what his wife wants.

"Apardon me? That's up to you. Since long ago, you were a mess of everything. Because of you, I need to be away from the woman I love. Because of you, I can't hold my granddaughter. And because of you, there are a lot of things that have to be messed up. For a long time, I was sick of you. If there is no such thing as a fucking match, I would not be willing to marry and prefer to be single for life" said Adi, who began to dare to take out her unikunya.

The heart of Inayah is wounded. The highlight of the surprise was clearly so obvious on his net. Is this really her husband? Even Nyah had not guessed before. Adi who did not dare to refute it, why must the new year be able to pull out his fangs of courage?

"Mas, you?" Nyah can't say much. The woman was too shocked by what she heard from her husband's mouth.

"Yes, I haven't loved you all this time" Adi Darmadji replied steadily.

"You don't love me, but there's Ditya, Sherla and Sherly, um? Why are you saying no love now?" ask Inayah while getting up from her seat. Although her body felt weak, it was fortunate that Inayah could still stand up, challenging her husband with all her remaining strength.

You think, living all these years I don't need an impingement to channel my passion? Believe me, Nyah, I did an impingement on you, just for the mere channeling of desire. So don't you think I love you completely. My love is only for Fatma, and I have always loved her without being able to open my heart to you!" adi exclaimed without feeling.

Inayah felt more and more hit by the mines of his heart. Don't ask the question. Even his body now seemed to have no energy at all. If Adi knew how much love Nyah for him, maybe Adi would not until the heart says this all. Apparently, Nyah's love alone is not enough to make Adi bend his knees completely to him.

"Fa .. fat, Fatma? Fatma Maya's mother?" ask Nyah with a stammering sentence.

"Indeed, how many Fatmas are there in this village?" ask Adi with her sharp words.

Nyah seemed like a helpless animal that was about to be gripped by its prey. The woman was trying to sit on the edge of the bed, until her steps looked hollow because it was like running out of energy.

His face was as white as cotton, with his lips trembling and his eyes crying back into the river.

"My heart? You're the one who's taken care of me, Nyah. From the very beginning you knew that I didn't love you, but you forced it with your tyrant's heart for me to accept this fucking match. You're even more savage than the devil, Nyah. You think I'm not hurt by seeing the way you chased Maya and the woman I love? This is the real fact. What Fatma said nine years ago is because we love each other" Adi said in a cold voice.

"Oh my God, what else is this? I don't want this, God. Tell me if this is just a dream," the cry of Nyah now continued, no matter how pitiful she was at the sight of her husband.

Adi turned around and left, slamming the door very hard. No matter how many of her housemaids were surprised and made to wonder, Adi stepped away. The man seemed to have a complicated brain and needed entertainment.

There is no mercy. There's no feeling. Now Adi has dared to openly fight the arrogant Inayah again arrogant.

Hoity-toity?

Arogan's?

That was the nature of Inayah all along.

So, where is the arrogant and arrogant nature of Noah who has been proud? It all seems to be lost for one fact. The woman's life now seems chaotic, unable to accept the reality.

When Maya comes to rest at his feet to be able to find where Aditya is, it does not feel as painful as hearing this fact. The fact that there are other women who have been living all this time, even before his presence in Adi's heart, is so very careful.

"not strong. It was not strong," Inayah muttered as she beat her own chest which felt tight. The woman's heart is not as strong as the coral in the open ocean. Slowly, his body slumped to the floor, letting a cold creep all over his legs that felt as limp as jelly.

Shortly, Aditya, Citra and Sherla enter the main room, finding Inayah who has been resting on the floor. The children and the emanntu Nyah immediately helped, when they heard the testimony of several housemaids.

"Mom, what's going on?" tanya Sherla, help Aditya who is carrying Nyah to be transferred to the bed.

"It hurts, Sherla, it hurts so much" replied Nyah in a soft voice, as her hand clutched her chest remained tight.

"Dad angry at Mom? You guys quarreling?" ask Aditya.

"Yes, I was wrong. I was wrong from the beginning. I deserve this karma, Ditya. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, "Nayah's crying. The appearance of ayu and so elegant, has now been replaced with a chaotic appearance.

"Why is that, Mom?" ask Aditya.

"Fatma, your father loved Fatma, Maya's mother, Ditya. Mother has lost. Mother is really losing now" replied Nyah, who made her son-in-law go into shock.

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