Knitting Wounds Extreme

The final decision refused.

That happened between Aditya and Mayasari in the past, so, this is the karma of the past. Adi's love for Fatma, also felt by Aditya in Maya. A thing that was quite shocking and shook the emotions.

"Alright, don't think too much, ma'am. Better get some rest. There is so much to do tomorrow. Do not let the mother get sick and can not see Gavin after this," an implied promise contained in the sentence Ditya, finally able to make Nyah a little relieved.

"Tap, but your father, Ditya. He does not love me" replied Nyah in a pitiful tone and containing the meaning of regret.

In fact, no matter how much Noah had, would not be able to turn the situation upside down. Instead of improving, the situation gets more complicated.

"No more caring about love if your heart is hurt. I experienced it too. Most importantly, I have to prove and do things that can make the people I love, happy in his smile," this time Citra's voice said.

As strong as Citra withholds the pain in her heart, still the image is not able to suppress her pain. He willingly tries to sacrifice anything, for his man and the woman of his past can unite.

Mayasari and Aditya, both of them love each other, and also complement each other. It's just that right now, Maya's ego is too high.

"To see someone we love to be happy, sometimes we really need to sacrifice togetherness as the growth. Don't worry, God won't trouble people without a big plan. It could be, our soul mate is not the most loved man," continued Citra wisely.

The image smile was so detached, as if it no longer felt the pain as before.

"Partner," called Ditya in a soft voice.

"Yes, mas. I've begun to accept God's destiny. Most importantly, go after Maya for your happiness. Don't let me, my sacrifice is in vain just because you can't accompany Maya. Supports you. Chase Maya until she can really hold her heart back. Tomorrow, do not delay again to divorce me," Citra asserted without giving Ditya a chance to talk.

The cry of a Mother who regretted her pride in the past, now broke again. What his son-in-law is currently feeling, in fact he is feeling.

So, will Nyah easily release Adi Darmadji for Fatmawati?

Of course it won't be that easy. Decades bearing the title of Grand Lady of Darmadji, making Nyah will still maintain her marriage to Adi.

Wh why?

For between Adi and Fatma, they have no children to bind them. As for Aditya and Maya, there was Gavin between them.

With deep regret, Nyah promised herself that she would not send anyone to Maya's house. He will come alone, meet Maya, meet face to face and try to offer peace with Maya.

"If it's your decision, I can't prevent it, son. If only later you would no longer be Aditya's wife, but you would still be my son. Don't ever change for me, you're still my daughter. Forever will be," Nyah smiled in her tears.

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The night continued to crawl, revealing a moon that shone brightly and left an army of clouds that occasionally covered it. Like the heart of Maya, who was in a clouded dera, almost drizzling and rushing in the silence of the night.

Unable to hold the wound in her heart, Maya holds her son's head, in the silence of the night and looks out the window.although covered in glass, however, Maya can clearly see the moon. There was nowhere else he could complain, but to God and the dark night.

Her mom?

Even Maya did not believe in Fatma at this time.

The woman's right hand, rubbing Gavin's head gently with affection. Her lash shadow that was pliable, trembled faintly, along with the shrill tears, dripping shamelessly on her spotless clean cheeks.

"Maya, can I talk?" Fatma suddenly appeared out of nowhere. The door of the room was closed by Fatma, after Maya nodded her head to allow it.

The middle-aged woman then sat on the edge of the bed, lifting the blanket to cover Gavin's shoulders.

"Sorry, I'm sorry, Maya. Sorry for being selfish and choosing the path you shouldn't have. Now that I am more relieved, Adi Darmadji, I will not continue to be with her again" Fatma said without further ado.

Maya immediately looked at her mother, with a look of relief.

"I should have realized, Mom. We shouldn't have anything to do with the Darmadji family. Coming back to this village, it was originally the will of Mother, right? But yeah, no problem. Most importantly, I'm conscious" Maya replied. Despite not crying, however, Maya still felt pain.

"What about Ditya? Samar I heard, you refused" Fatma said.

"Yes, I refused him and told him to leave this house. Is that wrong? Not wrong, is it?" ask Maya back.

Fatma just shook her head and said, "not wrong, son. But I thought, Nyah will not remain silent until she gets what she wants."

"And Maya won't stay silent, ma'am. They can't touch Gavin" Maya replied quickly.

"I'm sorry Mom, I shouldn't have brought you back to this village again. The guilty mother" Fatma apologized again.

"Easy, Mom. It's all been happening. Let's face them together. Maya still won't let them touch Gavin at will" Maya said later.

"alright. I want to talk to you again. Maybe starting the day after tomorrow, I'll open a stall in the market. Whaddya think? I won't continue, if you don't allow it. Gavin's problem, Mother's day has come home and can accompany Mother's grandchildren until night," said Fatma later.

"Maya will support whatever your decision is," replied Maya, starting to smile with relief after the dark in her heart struck.

Fatma nodded gratefully, feeling happy with her daughter's satisfactory answer.

Just when Maya had just finished her sentence, the door of the house was knocked from the outside. Both Maya and Fatma looked at each other, guessing who would come to them at a late time like this.

"Let Mother open the door" said Fatma later, rising from her seat.

The woman's steps immediately went towards the main door, seeing who had come to see at the time that had entered almost midnight.

"Adi Darmadji?" fatma muttered, slightly surprised at the presence of a pair of eyes that were looking at her softly.

"Go, Mas Adi. I've decided to end it all!" firmly Fatma, made Adi stare in disbelief at the middle-aged woman.

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