Love Shabrina

Not Wanting to Repeat the Same Wound

It was late and they had just arrived at Shabrina's tenement. Nesya had fallen asleep on the trip. And now Devan brought Nesya into the house with a heart. Afraid that her daughter will wake up.

A child she did not think existed in this world. Hoping to meet with Shabrina, but instead met his son who he did not know his presence.

Devan rested Nesya on the bed slowly. Covering his body with a thin blanket belonging to Nesya.

Again his heart was sliced with pain to see the condition of this house. Where every night the child and the woman he loved had to sleep in this very unworthy place for him.

Devan glanced at Shabrina who was now replacing Arsya's clothes. His son no longer rebuked or looked at him. It seems like he was really disappointed in Devan.

"Go, the children are going to bed" Shabrina kicked out.

Devan looked at Arsya who was up to the bed.

"I'll just sleep in the car" Devan said.

Shabrina just shut up and enveloped Arsya. He ignored Devan.

And again, Devan could only sigh heavily.

"If you're not sleepy, I'll wait outside" Devan said. After saying that he immediately left the house. Leaving Shabrina who still takes care of her child.

It's late enough at night. Hans got in the car. Because tonight they're not leaving this house. Devan could have slept at the inn in the area. But it was impossible for him to do, seeing his son sleeping in this place made his heart sad. So he prefers to sleep in the car.

Waiting for tomorrow to go to the city. I hope Shabrina will come with her.

Devan's eyes looked around, where all of Shabrina's neighbors had pretty nice houses. Although small and simple, but much better than the house where the child lives.

Devan breathed back. I don't know how hard they have been all this time. Even eating must be stuck.

Really, Devan is really sad if you think about the state of his children and also the woman he loves.

He lives in luxury, but his children are miserable here.

Devan had already incised the wound in Shabrina's heart, snatched away her chastity, let her get pregnant alone, and let her bear the burden of keeping her two children alone.

Oh my...

Devan no longer knows how to make up for this mistake.

Chequelek

The sound of the door closing made Devan turn his head. It was Shabrina who came out. His face was lethargic and sad. I don't know what he's thinking right now.

Shabrina sat next to Devan. Separated by a broken chair. His eyes looked towards the front where the streets were quiet and looked dark.

"You want to go to the capital to treat Nesya" asked Devan.

Shabrina sighed for a moment and bowed sorely.

"Mas recognizes him as a child?" shabrina asked, unwilling to look at Devan who was looking at her in surprise.

"What do you mean?" ask Devan.

"I haven't even said if they're kids. But I'm very sure" said Shabrina.

Devan smiled faintly hearing that.

"Even without a DNA test or something else, I already know they're my kids. Arsya's face can't lie to anyone" Devan said.

Shabrina. His eyes are still looking ahead.

Yes, Arsya's face that always makes her remember this man every second.

Shabrina was silent. He was tired of arguing.

"Finding you is like looking for a needle in a haystack. You disappeared like you were swallowed by the earth" Devan said.

"Six years ago, mom did prepare all the wedding preparations. Even the invitation has been sent. But I don't know that at all. At that time I was out of town taking care of a branch company that was in trouble. And I intend to marry you after coming home from there. With or without my parents' blessing" Devan's expression made Shabrina's heart sad again. The memories of six years ago came back to his head.

"But I had an accident at the time "

Shabrina.

"I went to the hospital and was declared in a coma by the doctor"

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Should Shabrina believe it???

"If you don't believe me, look at this" Devan said. He seemed to know the contents of Shabrina's heart at this time.

Shabrina turned towards Devan who revealed her pants. Where even though it was dark, but Shabrina could see if there was a long and wide scar there.

"Here" Devan also revealed the sleeves of his shirt, where his arms also had quite serious scars.

"And here" said Devan again, wiping his forehead which also contained the scar.

"The accident left me severely injured in the head and legs. I was alone at the time. I went home and rushed to hear from Hans that my mother was preparing for my marriage to Adinda. He even spread out the wedding invitations"

"I'm scared and I'm afraid you're disappointed. But the truth is, because of the accident I lost you"

Devan looked at Shabrina who was bowed down sadly.

Not knowing to be happy or sad to hear Devan's story. But still, these six years he's been really tormented. Especially in the first year she became a mother.

"I was wrong, because I was too slow to make a decision. I'm sorry Sha. I know you're disappointed. But really, I don't intend to betray you"

Shabrina's tears rolled back down her face.

"Sha. please. Give me a chance to fix everything. Let me take responsibility for you and the child" Devan asked with all his heart.

Shabrina wiped her tears quickly.

"I'm not banning mas" Shabrina said.

"I couldn't be a good mother to them. They are always in trouble with me. I can't make them happy" said Shabrina with her sobbing sobs held back.

"Sha..." Devan wants to grab Shabrina's hand, but Shabrina dodges.

"You deserve them. You are indeed his father. They need you more than me. Take them away." said Shabrina. Tears grew louder as he said that. Because really, Shabrina's heart really broke when she had to let her children go.

Although Devan said that he did not betray, but still, Shabrina did not want to repeat the same wound.

Let the kid be happy with Devan. Let him be the one who's crumbling himself here. It was better than seeing his sad child every day just because he wanted to eat a mouthful of rice.

"Sha. I can't take them without you" Devan said.

But Shabrina was just crying and getting bowed so sorely.

"I can't go with you either. I don't want to repeat the same wound again"

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