Mother of My Husband's Son

The son of braga

The night is getting late and almost near morning. Braga still looked at his wife. Swiping his hair slowly, because it was remembered there would be an important meeting in the morning, Braga finally decided to sleep and hug his wife's body which was turning her back to Braga.

The morning has come. The sun is warming the earth. Some of the rays entered Braga and Bara's room through the window. Braga had set an alarm so he had woken up early.

The sound of knocking on the door sounded. Dara wriggled her body. She saw Braga was no longer there. The bathroom also didn't hear water. There was another sound of knocking.

" Get in" Aunt delivered a bowl of porridge and warm tea.

"Bi, is Mas Braga downstairs? Ask Dara.

"Oh, man,.. Aden left Non, about half an hour ago.

"Yes Bi. Thanks to Bi.

"Yes, excuse me. Dara smiled and nodded.

Dara sat on the bed and leaned her body. She could not believe it, even her husband left her sick.

" You have the heart, I was your priority. But now, I'm nothing more." Tears of Dara dripping.

the food that my aunt delivered this morning was also untouched by Dara. Dara's hunger was like going somewhere. He did not want anything to get into his body.

not long after, Dara's cell phone rang. Dara glanced at her phone.it had absolutely no intention of answering her call. Dara again spread her body and closed her eyes. A few hours later, Dara woke up. He felt his body was starting to improve. Dara became very hungry and finally decided to eat.

a week has passed. Since then, Dara has become quieter. Braga is the same. He often came home in the middle of the night and rarely came home. Dara never asked Braga directly. He always calls Beautiful. Braga Secretary. All Dara knows is that Braga is hiding something from her.

Today is Dara's 25th birthday. There was no husband next to her. A year ago, if Dara was a birthday, her husband would be full time with her. Dara looked at the glass and looked at her face.

" Am I no longer meaningful? is he bored with me now? is he tired of loving me with my flaws? will I soon be left alone? " Millions of questions were now pouring down on his heart. She wanted to ask her husband. But I have no courage.

One incoming chat message. Dara grabbed her phone.The message was from Braga. " I'll pick up in the afternoon, baby. You're ready, yeah." Dara was a little relieved. At least Braga still remembers his birthday.

Time is starting to pass. Dara prepared herself.she wore a silver-colored dress that she just bought. Plain short-sleeved dress.after making sure she is ready. Dara walked down the stairs and waited for Braga below. When I reached the kitchen, the doorbell rang. Signifying the arrival of a guest. The aunt opened the door and told him to come in. Dara passed through the living room and was surprised by the guests walking towards the chair. He seemed to know the woman for a moment to remember. He remembered the woman. Yes the woman was the woman that her mother-in-law introduced to Braga on her wedding anniversary yesterday. Dara tried to approach Hana and was surprised by the figure of a tiny baby held her.Dara's heart was racing. His hands and feet were cold. Her lips twitched a little. How not. The baby in her cradle is a bit like her husband.

Dara wanted to ask but, had not had time for Dara to open her mouth. Mama had come to Hana and hugged Hana and held the baby in Hana's arms.

Not just that. The word Mama-in-law actually makes Dara's heart seem sore.

" Oh, oma's granddaughter has come." Mama kissed the baby in front of Dara.

the heart of the virgin seemed to be pierced by thousands of daggers. Her tears suddenly fell unbearably.

" Did Braga really betray me? is it because this baby Braga doesn't come home often? is Braga really not loving her to her parentage anymore? " Dara continues to be judged by millions of questions in her heart.

Not long after, footsteps came into the house. Braga went inside. The white rose he was holding fell on the floor. The heart of Braga is beating very fast. He saw his wife who was standing with tears staring at Mama and Hana who were busy teasing the baby.

Hana and Mama realize the arrival of Braga. Hana walked half-running towards the braga who was now looking at the virgin.

" Dear, sorry I came unannounced. I miss you so much." Hana hugged Braga's body.

Dara could not hold back her tears. His body is like losing a life. While Braga with a surprised face immediately pushed Hana's body. Braga approached Dara and held both of Dara's arms.

" Dear, I'll explain all this. I beg. You heard my explanation, right?."

Dara can no longer afford to see the scenery that makes her heart more broken. Dara brushed off the two hands of Braga who was holding his arm. With trembling legs, Dara set foot towards her room. Braga rubbed his face violently. His eyes stared intently at Mama and Hana.

"Why are you doing this?"

Mama and Hana did not flinch.

"You want to destroy us? haven't I done what you wanted? "

Mama breathes in her rough breath. hands the baby to Hana's arms and approaches Braga.

" a. When do you want to cover this up? pity your baby anyway. If they live here, Mama can help care for Ameera.(baby name )"

"Ma, why do you always try to separate Braga and Dara. Do you know? Braga can't live without Dara. Braga has done what you want.Why do you always torture Braga Ma?." Braga asked until tears were shed.

There is a sadness in Mama's heart to see her son cry. Mama touched Braga's arm gently. " Braga, Mama just wants to,-

Mama's words stopped as Braga brushed Mama's hand away. Braga leaves Mama and Hana and heads to the room to catch up with Dara. Several times Mama called Braga. But Braga doesn't care. Braga to the front door. Braga's heart was beating very quickly.his hand was already in the door handle. But Braga hasn't opened it yet, she's preparing her heart. What answer would he say to make his wife understand and forgive him. Slowly Braga opened the door. He saw the middle of sitting on the edge of the bed. His face was puffy but his eyes were no longer shedding tears.

Braga approaches Dara. He sat down beside Dara and continued to look at Dara's face. He held Dara's hand.

"Dear, can we talk? can you hear my explanation first?

honey, sorry.I'm sorry.I know you must have been devastated. You must be very angry. But I didn't do it with joy either."

Dara stared at Braga's face with a hard-to-understand look. Braga tightened his grip.

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