Me and my Husband's Storage

42. Want to Disappear (Celine)

Celine*

I'm really sick of it. My ears kept buzzing because Lidya was nagging me without pause. He should have wanted to hear people's explanations. Not just want his opinion heard.

This one old woman is like a dark wizard in a fairy tale book. Or, maybe more than that. She's the reincarnation of the evil queen. Ah, this is so annoying. Her apology did not stop even though I had lowered my pride to apologize to her.

" ... You hear me, don't you?" ask Lydia to surprise me.

I was shocked, my eyes opened. I nodded my head, to answer his words.

"What a woman who talks a lot!" my inner.

"Answer! you don't just stand idly nodding your head like that. Answer with your voice, not with a head movement" Lidya said again.

"Yes, Ma." I replied slowly.

"Then, how was your second in-laws' response?" ask Lidya to me without further ado.

"I don't know. They clearly did not show any angry or upset expression." I replied.

"of course. They will be silent in front of you. But, behind your back they will behave differently. Basic b*doh!" he said he was telling me again.

Honestly, my heart hurts. My dad never said I was like Lidya. Meksi Papa is busy and takes less time for me. At first I could just be quiet, I understood his attitude which was a lot of talk and spicy in words. However, this time I can't just keep saying b*doh.

I was wrong, and therefore I had to lose my son. But that doesn't mean I don't feel lost. She thought I was what kind of mother, who was calm and patient when she lost her child.

"Can't Mama go?" I said throw it out.

Lidya looked surprised, I did deliberately throw him away so that I would no longer hear his trash speech.

"What's? you kicked me? you brash kid" he said angrily.

Plakkkkk ....

Yeah, I got slapped. A hard slap landed right on my left cheek. It hurts, but it hurts more in my heart. I held back my tears not to cry. While Lidya continued to babble was unclear.

"Child s*al*n! how dare you be so pretentious to me. Look, I'm gonna keep making you suffer. You speak harshly, like a woman j*l*ng." The rant goes back. Even this time he likens me to j*l*ng.

I smiled wryly, "J*l*ng? who is j*l*ng? I'm not j*l*ng! I'm Christian Greey's daughter. Mama must remember who I am. Don't go too far, Ma. My mom is nothing and nothing to me. Ok." I said spicy. I intentionally set it back.

"What did you say? wh-what?" this wicked woman before me was shocked, "Co-try to repeat." he asked.

"No repetition" I replied lazily.

Lidya pulled my hair rough. Since I couldn't guess her movements, my hair was grabbed by her. Tightly he pulled, making my scalp as if it were loose.

"B*r*ngs*k! you're so brave to me, huh! once you're out of the house, you're getting more and more insolent, yeah. Look, I'm gonna teach you a lesson." she said, still clutching my hair.

Dion broke us. She asked her mother to take the stranglehold off my hair. Of course Lidya doesn't want to. He's even getting stronger pulling my hair.

"Mama, stop!" sentak Dion's.

"Don't interfere, Dion. Let go of Mama's hand" cried the woman.

"If Mama doesn't leave, I'll call Papa right now. If necessary, I'll fofo and send Mama's fofo who mistreated Celine to Papa. Mama want to be like that?" threaten Dion's.

"Hahhh .. "lidya's breath. "I'm going crazy here. You're the only one who accompanies, Mama wants to go out looking for fresh air." continued Lidya who immediately left the room.

Dion rubbed my head, "What's the pain?" tanyanya soft-spoken.

I was shocked, Dion was acting strange again. Because I was unhappy and uncomfortable, I asked Dion to leave as well as catch up with Mama. But, she did not listen to my words and kept asking if my head hurt or not.

"Go, Dion. Go with your mom" I said.

"Is this sick?" ask Dion again.

"Dion .." said I raised my voice.

"It must hurt, right. My mama was strong" said Dion still rubbing my head.

I held Dion's hand, "Can you stop? I'm not the pet you have to wipe all the time." I said, staring intently at Dion.

"Sorry," muttered Dion.

"What?" I said widen my eyes. I was shocked, because suddenly Dion apologized.

"Sorry, my mom always makes you hurt and hurt. Sorry, because I can only see without being able to do anything. Sometimes, I just make you feel worse.” he said again.

His words are incomprehensible. Has he been regretting his actions all this time? or is he complaining, or what? I had to just shut up.

"You know, I regret what I did to you. I'm the one who always bothers you, I always make you cry and angry. I was the one who was dominant in you. Everyone, I regret it. That's why I can only apologize right now." he said.

"Dion, stop. I don't understand what you're saying. Go then! take your mama away from here." I asked. I don't want to be disturbed by anyone right now. I just want to calm down .

Dion looked at me, I looked at him too. We both looked at each other. I then, turned my eyes away. At first glance I saw a different look in Dion's eyes. Either I'm the one who misjudged it, or Dion is like that.

"Please, go. I'm tired, Dion." I said softly.

I close my eyes. I wanted to cry that moment too. But, I tried to hold back. My chest is very tight, my head feels heavy too.

"All right, I'm leaving. You take care of your health. I'm so sorry for what you've been through. So I'm your brother, even if we're not blood" he said casually.

Hearing her words, both of my eyes opened. I really don't understand what Dion's saying. He's either confusing me, or he's weird. I don't want to know either. Thinking about it would only give me a headache.

After saying that, Dion left me. A little I glanced following his departure, as he was already in front of the door about to exit, he stared at me. Our eyes met again. Dion smiled at me. I hurried back to look away. It was uncomfortable when our views met like this.

I felt the silence in the room I was in. Suddenly my tears flowed down my cheeks. This is how I felt after I lost Mama's figure, and Papa's attention. I was always in my room every day. Friends with silence.

Hicks ... Hicks ....

I kept thinking about that day. The day Monna told me all the truth. I feel like a fool. I thought I had climbed the top, but I stepped on the hole and fell. Apparently, I was the third among them. Not Monna.

B*r*ngs! a man like Hezkiel wants to be exterminated. How dare he play me like this. What's wrong with him being honest. What's wrong with him speaking frankly. If only I had known from the beginning, I would have balked at this marriage. Even though I want to be free and get out of my hellish life. But, what's the difference? it's more painful. It makes me suffer more.

If only time could turn back. I'll be more careful, I'll investigate first or maybe I'll ask him to be frank. Why does it have to be like this? I'm not asking for a life of luxury, all I ask for is happiness. Hicks ....

My tears keep falling. It felt like my world was falling into pieces. My married life is broken, my heart is broken after losing the child I bear. I don't know how I can live my life in the future. Am I still able to stand up straight and hold my head.

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