Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)
Passed by so fast.
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A man just came out of the police station. The pot was clearly growing in his jaw. Her hair was gondrong and purposely rolled up and tied up. He got into the car when the assistant opened the door for him.
"Heru Street." The curiosities.
"Good sir." Answer the assistant
He stared blankly at the window of his car. After five years in prison, the end of his prison term was over. He is now free and can breathe fresh air as ever.
For a long time, he had not seen the density of Jakarta. Enjoy a long traffic jam. Seeing the buskers singing as the red light approached the riders to just donate the sound of gold and was rewarded with money that was nothing compared to the blazing sun that burned his skin.
"Heru we go to the Apartment before returning to the Mansion."
"Good sir."
His face looked older than his age. During his time as an iron-tested prisoner, he didn't really take care of himself. But he learned a lot. He spent his life learning something he had never learned before.
He came down when he arrived at the Apartment that he had not visited for five years. Although the brew and long hair did not reduce the good looks of the man who had just been free of iron bars.
He entered this apartment. His gaze was sad and all those long-dead memories were reopened. It was like a television tape re-recorded in his memory.
"Where is rachel?" He walked slowly through his apartment.
This apartment has not changed even with the time that has passed so quickly. Either from the location of the goods or the atmosphere of the apartment. Nothing changed in the same way as his mood.
"Rachel." Her tears just drip.
"When time plays, I won't do that to you. Me, me..." He could not continue with his words, his voice choked and stuck in his neck.
The fragility is as good as not fading with time. His heart and regret remained the same did not disappear along with the punishment he received. Perhaps dying would make this feeling of regret give up on blaming him. But he didn't want to die yet, he still wanted to meet his wife and son. Whatever he would do was just to get his wife and son back in his arms.
"Sir." Call Heru.
"Leave me alone Heru. I want to be alone" he said wiping his tears.
Heru nodded and looked at her back which disappeared behind the door of the room. Sometimes the feeling of guilt will not go away before meeting the person.
The man walked into his room. Still same. Just like before. Every time he went into this room he always felt empty.
"Rachelorette. This room hasn't changed at all. It's still the same as when you were here. When you weren't in this room it felt dead, and you know Rachel I now feel the real feeling I want to kill you, but why does my longing feel like it overpowers all the feelings that torment me?"
"How many times should I say sorry. Maybe my tongue doesn't get tired of saying it but your ears don't want to hear it."
The man sat in the bed. His hand rubbed the mattress that was still neat and clean. This mattress was the last place he tortured his wife to take something that his wife took care of with great difficulty. But he took it away as if it meant nothing.
The man smiled bitterly as he recalled all the crimes he had committed on his wife.
"Master, the Great Lord asks you to return to the Mansion immediately," Heru reported while bowing respectfully.
The man nodded. He will no longer be given freedom by his father after what he has done to a helpless woman like his wife.
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"Mom."
Mary hugged her eldest son while crying. Finally Ramos was free from the iron bars that ensnared him.
"Mommy misses you Son."
"I miss you too Mom." The reply was to hug the mother.
Ozawa smiled faintly looking at his son. That's enough punishment he's given Ramos. He hopes this time Ramos can improve himself and not repeat the same mistakes.
"How are you, Son?" Maria let go of her embrace "You look more burly and your bewok why so much? Your hair is also shaggy," said Mary, fixing her son's hair that was rolled up and tied up.
"Do I look more handsome Mom?" Ramos chuckles.
"No! You're not handsome, your most handsome Daddy" Maria chirped.
"Hem, so. Well a lover will praise his lover even though the truth is that it is not true." Ramos Sahut.
"You're saying Daddy's not handsome, Son?" Ozawa looked at his son in annoyance.
"Did I talk so Dad?" Ramos chuckles.
Ozawa also hugged his son. Ozawa still did not expect if his son could pass five years behind bars. He could have used his power to free Ramos. But Ozawa doesn't want to, he wants Ramos to really regret his actions.
"You're getting braver?" Ozawa shrugs his son's shoulders.
"I'm your son, of course." Goda Ramos chuckles.
"Hem, to welcome your arrival. Mommy has prepared your favorite cooking. Let's eat." Mary took her son's hand.
"Wahh thank you Mom. Like her I need to give you a gift for welcoming my arrival." Ramos chuckles
"Mommy wait for that."
He headed to the dining table. Maria did cook specially to welcome Ramos. He wanted to offer the food that his son liked the most.
Ramos is actually a warm and meek man, submissive and always does what his parents tell him. It's just that because Ramos' mistake in bringing envy made him trapped in the wrong association to plunge himself.
"Ray where didn't I see her?" Ramos asked, usually his sister was always excited to welcome his arrival even though they were not really suitable.
"Since five years ago your sister moved to Belgium and lived with Raina." Answer Ozawa.
"Did he feel at home? Nana was very fussy on him," exclaimed Ramos.
"Let Raina take care of her. Better, than here he keeps on acting." Ozawa chuckles.
The three of them ate while interspersed with warm chatter. Moreover, Ramos has long been imprisoned and of course there are many stories and complaints that he wants to tell his parents.
Ramos hasn't sat down to eat like this in a long time, a moment like this gone when he was in a relationship with Agnes. But now Ramos realizes how important time with parents is.
"Eat a lot of Son, so that your body gets stronger." Maria put some fried chicken on Ramos' plate
"Thank you Mom. You know I'm so hungry. The food in prison is not as good as this" Ramos exclaimed.
Ozawa and Maria smilingly looked at Ramos who was eating voraciously. Although Mary brought her son food every Sunday, Ramos was not satisfied to eat there.
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