Marrying My Brother's Fiancee

CHAPTER 232 GOODBYE FOREVER

Suddenly, her tears fell without her restraint, pain assaulted her entire body, when she saw how all this time her hatred had snatched away the smiles and happiness of these two sisters.

His education and teachings to always make Sarah suffer there are times when it turns out not to be done by both. Sarah never once lost her love for Sally even though Sally had done many things that hurt Sarah's feelings.

As a mother it turns out so many things she has missed, so many moments she does not know, she is so busy with revenge that she does not know how to love.

Mytha sobbed, her wobbly legs making her sit on the floor, the bag she was hugging from earlier, falling on her feet.

The contents were scattered, from wallets, combs, mobile phones and lipstick and two pieces of worn photos that had been torn but re-taped.

The picture is with Winarta, Sarah's father!

Mytha's cry sounded so pleasant, how much regret and anger she had in the form of a one-sided vendetta. It all seemed to melt when he heard how Sarah never hated herself in the least, how Sarah still tried to love him even though he had snatched and tortured the child's life even from her first birth.

Mytha's mountainous ego seemed to melt no longer powerful in the face of all the affection shown Sarah. Unfortunately, he had lost everything now. The husband who loves her, the children who have moved away from her, the treasures of luxury that evaporated like a magnet from her.

There was nothing left to him as a form of fruitful pride from the grudges he fostered for no reason just because of selfishness and greed.

For a moment he cried as much as he could in the overdraft of his study. No one's holding his shoulder, no one's saying everything's gonna be okay.

Mytha's life had been shapelessly destroyed.

The sound of a knock on the glass balcony of Sarah's room, where Sally's childhood home quietly came sneaking there just to see the sky together with Sarah.

The knock was from the mouth of a sparrow that accidentally stopped there, a moment later flew away not knowing where.

Although Sally sometimes snatches everything she wants from Sarah, Sarah always loves Sally in her own way.

Mytha stood up, looking out the window, the new sun coming down from above that head, shining brightly into the eyes.

Sarah and Sally were sitting around joking at the window. The mirage refracted it as if it were real, as Mytha's eyes that were misty by tears challenged the light.

Mytha approached,

"West...Sally get down from there..." Call Mytha.

But the two little girls were still there, laughing as if they were telling you something very funny.

"Sarah, I'll punish you if Sally gets to why...!" The threat he used to say when they were little was as if repeated again, just to make Sarah fear him.

Mytha approached forward, staggering there trying to pull Sally, but then her hand touched the window pane.

Mytha immediately realized, what she saw was only a shadow, because she had just seen the photo.

"Ughhh!" Mytha held onto her dizzy forehead, the spacious room suddenly felt stuffy, her breathing suddenly felt tight.

With haste in the window window window and pushed it, a moment later the blazing rays hit his face, as soon as the glare, the air swept in making his breath again relieved.

The sky was so bright, Mytha's eyes squashed upwards, for some reason she felt so lively looking up at the sky.

Wijaya's face, with his glasses and timid smile in youth, was suddenly painted among the abstract expanse of clouds.

"Never separate Sarah from her husband! Sarah deserves to be happy!" The words filled his ears.

"Mama.mama.I want Raka..mama I want Raka...!" Sally's face overlapped there, making Mytha completely depressed with illusions playing within her gaze.

Then, he recalled all his losses at the gambling table, losing shares due to his own deeds. Sarah's sentences that felt like they wanted to keep her imprisoned in her own home, making her more agitated and trying to rebel.

Mytha then realized she had lost completely, she risked all the happiness in her life to satisfy her grudges, lusts and greed. Nothing really belongs to him, Winarta goes away even better dead than obeying his will, Vijaya leaves him, Sally moves away from him by choosing to stay with the useless man, and he, Sarah even now makes it live dependent on Sarah after bearing shame in front of everyone.

And now he had nothing but to live at the mercy of the child he had kept for his torment.

In her grief she kept trying to fight reality, she did not want to live to accept humiliation.

With a strong determination and a wounded soul, he climbed into the wide-open window of the room. Outside the window was a small narrow passageway with a waist-high fence.

Mytha's hands retraced her edges, her eyes slowly staring down, their backyard looking far away from that third floor.

Their house was indeed made high, typical of luxury homes.

Mytha wiped her tears, she had nothing left, she had no reason not to even come to the gambling party that was held tonight. If he was poor, who would want to be friends with him?

His old body was trembling, but his hard heart was fighting against his own strength.

Holding in the corner of the balcony he stood on the iron fence. His eyes closed.

Everyone's faces flashed in his head,

"I won't stay to lose, I won't live to accept humiliation. I am Mytha Amora, the only child everyone loves. I've never never gotten what I wanted in my life, except for an arrogant man named Winarta." His lips twitched, saying that sentence.

"Goodbye, my son Sally, I can no longer fulfill your wish, for it is better that I die. I have nothing left, which is why I choose not to live rather than be humiliated. I..I do not regret everything I did.I do not regret it...!" His tears came down, deep down he regretted all his deeds but his proud soul never wanted to admit them.

"Mama's gone..." His eyes were firmly fixed, there was no more fear in him, when his hands slowly held his hand.His body felt a moment hit the wind, like a free fall, like a free fall, before something hit his head, it hurt and his body hit a hard, cold tile. Strange crackling sounds had been heard, from his own body.before then the starry sky became dark. Cold...dark..hampa!

(The end of life of a Mytha is tragic, but it is he who has crossed his own life line with the choice of being a person who never regrets until the end of his life. Greed, lust, vengeance and an evil heart make a person sometimes hard from stone. Everyone has a choice of way of life and being a Mytha is something we should never do. Because death in a state without ever uttering a word of repentance and memory to God, will not lead us to peace in any nature.

Loving ourselves excessively makes us miss the opportunity to feel loved by others.

Religion teaches us about compassion, God makes us know the direction of goodness and salvation. But consciousness is given by God for us to make life choices)

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