Mother of My Husband's Son

Disgustedly

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

Dara strengthened her heart to ask and would not cry in front of Braga.

" Why are you lying to me, Mom? and why are you doing this?

Braga looked into Dara's eyes. As if hinting at what he said later was honesty.

" Dear, Mama has promised that if she already has a grandchild, she will accept you well. She promised not to hurt you again. She also promised not to get us divorced.

Dara laughed in disbelief at what she heard.

" Mommy, it's not Mama who's gonna get us a divorce, but you're your own.

Braga's eyes turned red as if he wanted to cry hearing Dara's words.

" Dear, what I was thinking at the time, I just wanted our marriage to be safe. Because Mama was very angry when we moved house at that time. My mother kept forcing me to divorce you.

" Why don't you do it? had you divorced me back then, it probably wouldn't have hurt this much.

Tears have begun to pool in Braga's eyes.

" why did you say that? I know how you feel right now. But I did whatever it took to stay with you. Even though there are no children among us.

" You know the mas, huh,? I will not dispute my shortcomings. If I'm guilty of not being able to give a child. Alright. Forgive my womb for not giving a child. And made you betray me. All this because of this stupid womb. " Dara hit her stomach.

Braga grabbed Dara's hand which kept beating her stomach. " Dear, sorry, I'm not blaming you. I'm also guilty of not being able to look after our child-to-be." Braga hugged Dara's body. Dara just fell silent not flinching.

" Let go.! I'm claustrophobic." Dara pushed slowly Braga's body.

" Dear, please forgive me.

Dara stared at braga." Can I ask you something, Mommy? "

" What?

" Is this why you don't come home often?" Braga. Dara laughed in disbelief.

" Alright Mas. This all happened because of my mistake. Whatever decision you make, I'll take it." Braga was silent.

Dara got up from her seat. He grabbed a suitcase and was going to put his things in. Braga was shocked, also scared by what Dara was doing. He quickly snatches the suitcase from Dara's hand and throws it into the corner.

" What do you want to do? " Braga clasped Dara's wrist. Dara brushed it off quickly.

" What can I do, Mom?

" Dara! " braga snapped at Dara.

" at least hold on for our marriage."

Dara breathed her rough breath.

" Dad, you want me to stay here? see you Hana, Mama and Baby is Mas? don't you care about my feelings, Mom?

Braga holds Dara's fingers.

" Dear, I know it's hard, but, please, hold on until the baby's age is one year. Mama said, the baby will take care of itself without Hana when she was one year old.

" I wonder you Mas, if you care so much about Mama's feelings, why don't you just marry Mama Mas.

Braga was completely inexhaustible with Dara's thoughts. Why say disgusting things.

" Dara, stop provoking my anger.please. After that, everything will be back to how it was.

Dara still silently stared unresponsive.

finally, Braga gathered in front of Dara. Dara was very surprised to see what her husband did.

" you what the fuck is Mas. Wake up! " Dara tried to pull Braga's arm to wake up. Braga is still in position.

" Please promise. That you'll stick with me. Promise me that you won't say the word divorce again.

Braga awakens. Dara took Braga's arm and led her to sit on the side of the bed.

Dara looked at Braga's red eyes and there were puddles of tears.

" Well, as you wish. I'll hold on as best I can. But promise me. If one day, I'm in a spot that can no longer hold, I beg you to let me go.

Braga was silent while looking at Dara. There was doubt in his eyes.it was unimaginable for him to live without Dara. Dara was like half her soul. But for now, Braga could only fulfill Dara's wish.Braga finally nodded.

Dara smiled a little. Even though it seems forced. But Braga still returned his smile sincerely. Braga hugged Dara's body tightly.

" Well, I don't know if I can treat you like you used to or not, but I promise. And you. Don't force me too much. I need time to get my heart back."

Braga nodded and tightened his wound.

The day is approaching night. Braga invites Dara to go out because today is Dara's birthday.

" Where are we going, man?

" I was preparing a surprise. But in this situation, you will quickly refuse.

" We go to the usual park. I want to relieve the stress in my head.

Braga nodded. Dara and Braga walked out of the room hand in hand. Seeing that Mama was holding a baby, Hana smiled to see her happiness. And Papa, just looking at them with his flat face. Papa turned his gaze towards Dara and Braga who joined hands. And down the stairs.

Papa looked at Dara's puffy face. Papa breathed a rough breath. Massaging the middle of both sides of his eyebrows.

" why is your heart so strong? Papa even this sick saw what happened. How can you handle your heart?" inner Papa. Papa is a man who doesn't talk much. Papa also often scolded Mama. It was just that it was done inside the room so that no one would hear.

Mama and Hana see Dara and Braga heading for the exit.

" the braga! where are you going, son? Ask Mama.

" Get out Ma." Replied Braga without taking a look.

" You how the hell,..?! your son has not been home long. You already want to stay. What is more important that you do with your child?

braga took a deep breath. Dara seemed to want to cry hearing Mama's words. Dara tried to let go of Braga's hand. Quickly, Braga tightened his grasp. Braga did not respond to anything. And keep stepping out.

Arriving at the park. Braga and Dara sit in a garden chair overlooking a small artificial lake. Dara put her head on Braga's shoulder. Braga still holds Dara's fingers. Smell softly Dara's head. suddenly crossed the question in Dara's head.

" Mommy,

" yes

" I want to ask you something, are you willing to answer.

" What?

" How can you sleep with Hana?

Braga breathed his rough breath out of many questions. Why is this what Dara asked. Batin Braga's.

" he's wearing your shirt. The same perfume as you. Appear like you, and,-

" What?

" We don't turn on the lights.

" he..! I'm disgusted to hear it.

" Why are you asking about it.

" I wonder Mas, how can you do that with another woman.

" Don't talk about this again. Didn't you say disgust. After all, this discussion will make your heart hurt even more.

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