Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)

Awaiting the Moon

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Benedicto got out of his car with a disheveled face. He just arrived in Indonesia. I don't know what to say to his wife for failing to bring their daughter. He was confused to explain everything to his wife. Surely his wife will again ask where their daughter is.

Benedicto stepped inside the mansion. All of Rachel's words were still ringing in her head. Is he really a selfish old man? Is it true that he only attaches importance to his own desires? Benedicto realized that his mistake was indeed fatal.

"Good day sir" said the servants who welcomed his arrival.

Benedicto simply replied with a nod. His face was tired and sad. The man was like an unmanageable.

"Bag,"

The wife came out of the room and welcomed her husband. She hoped that the husband would bring the daughter she so longed for.

"Darling," Benedicto tried to smile to hide his pain.

"Where's our daughter? Where's Rayana Mas?" He was wailing towards the entrance of the item the time the princess he had missed was there

"Nirmala" Benedicto felt guilty looking at his wife's impatient face.

"Mas why? Where's our daughter Mas?" The woman looked excited that she was really impatient to meet her daughter.

Benedicto took his breath in. He tried to hold back the turmoil inside his chest. How did he explain it to Nirmala.

"Why just shut up? Where's our son Mas? I brought her home, didn't I?" Nirmala asked expectantly as she shook her husband's hand.

"Nirmala forgive me," Benedicto shook his head.

"Mas why? Why apologize?" The woman was amazed to hear her husband apologizing.

"I can't take our son. I'm sorry Nirmala" Benedicto said.

Nirmala immediately sat on the sofa of tears flowing on her cheeks with a rush. The woman covered her face and cried.

"Hiks hyks hyks hyx, hyx" his cry broke.

Bak awaits the moon, hoping it will appear in the night. Just enjoy to see it before falling asleep from sleep. He had to wait for twenty more years to meet his daughter.

"I'm sorry Nirmala,"

Benedicto grabbed Nirmala by the body and hugged her. They both cry together. Crying in regret for throwing their child away like trash. It is natural that their children hate and do not want to return because what they have done is beyond the limits of parental crime.

Benedicto also cried in regret. He never thought he would experience anything this heavy. Being hated by your own child is much more painful than losing.

"Mas, I want to meet our son Mas. Where is our son. Why don't you take her home" Nirmala sobbed in her husband's arms hoping that her husband would bring her to meet the princess he's been looking for decades.

Benedicto was speechless. Only a hug could he give his wife. Only an apology could he say. Sorry a thousand sorry for all the mistakes he made in the past.

"Bring our daughter home Mas,"

Nirmala cried herself to tears. She was almost cured of her depression when she heard that her husband was going to bring her daughter back home. But in fact his hope even brought him to the wound.

Tired of crying Nirmala to sleep in Benedicto's arms. Benedicto got rid of his wife's hair. Nirmala's face was wet with tears flowing down her cheeks.

Benedicto rubbed his wife's tired face. He was crying and feeling guilty. All is his fault all is his folly which is more concerned with treasures and thrones than saving his daughter.

Benedicto carried the woman's body and went into her room. After this Nirmala will definitely return to her condition as before. Sitting in a wheelchair while staring blankly ahead like a person who has no passion for life.

The servants who saw became pity. It had been ten years since the lives of his two masters were flat like this. It's like dying but still moving.

Benedicto kissed the woman's forehead fondly. For a long time he buried his lips there hoping that all the pain that whack could soon subside because the kiss was warm.

Benedicto covered his wife's body. Though it is still daytime but due to fatigue crying the woman to sleep. Maybe with sleep the pain can just disappear.

Benedicto wiped his tears and walked out of his room. He locked the door and let his wife rest.

Benedicto went into his office. He closed the door and cried in silence. Crying with satisfaction in that soundproofed room. No one heard her cry but herself.

Benedicto sat on the floor, covering his face with both hands. Sometimes crying does not solve the problem but crying can give relief in the chest.

"Rachel forgive me. I'm sorry Rachel's Dad. I'm sorry, Dad" he said an apology repeatedly. "Dad apologize. Father has thrown you away. I'm sorry, son. Very-very sorry. I'm sorry, Dad,"

Breath Benedicto hunt. He never cried so well in his life. Seeing Rachel's hateful look at him as if scraping deeper into the wound in her heart.

"Dad knows Dad was wrong, son. But I'm really sorry. Dad loves you. I can't do it if you hate me. How do you have to live in such a state?" He hit his chest repeatedly. His breath was wheezing and stuck in his chest.

Benedicto stood up from his seat. He walked slowly to his desk. Tired very, very tired. She thought her trip to Sidney, Australia would be sweet. It will bring him to the point of happiness but reality drags him into remorse and deep wounds.

The middle-aged man stared at the photo he was displaying on his desk. Photos of two young babies in red dresses and hair ribbons coiled above his head.

Benedicto took the photo and hugged him and permeated the presence of his two children. Fetch their presence. Impregnate and imagine if they live happily together forever like family in general.

Benedicto took a deep breath. He wiped his tears rough.

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