My husband became my sister-in-law

Episode 67's

Gibran Pov__________

I stood inside my room, facing out the window that showed the beauty of the city Xx where I live now, Still vividly remembered my conversation with my son this afternoon.

I know she misses me so much right now, just as much as I do, day and night I always remember her cute face, her adorable demeanor makes me always want to smile when around her.

But because my stupidity made everything fall apart, I lost two very meaningful people in my life, Zenia yes she was the woman who had accompanied me, conceived and gave birth to my child, she said, she was also the woman who always patiently faced me, but my mistake made her have to leave, and ended our marriage.

I've sinned so much for him, I'm a stupid man, if time could turn back I wouldn't have betrayed my marriage.

Crying, that's all I can do, reflecting on every mistake I've made, “I'm sorry god” is free even though I said it over and over again everything will not come back, I wiped the tears on my cheek.

I re-opened my wedding photo album with her, deliberately I still keep the photos, I know I was wrong because I still keep a photo of the woman who is currently married, I know, but how else would it be just that photo that I have now, hoping to have it that is not possible anymore, she has been happy with her husband now, ever darted in this heart to reclaim it, she said, but I'm going to be the worst person in her life because I'm going to ruin her life again, it's enough she cried when she found out I was cheating on her with her own sister.

I looked at the photo of the three of us, I even remember when the photo was taken, exactly a week the day of my son's birth, at that time we wore a Muslim couple, she was beautiful, she was beautiful, his smile that always radiates happiness, he holds my baby child and I hug his waist, we both smile facing the camera, I really do not understand if everything has passed, he's no longer mine.

Back I wiped my tears, if anyone saw for sure they would say that I was a crybaby, Ah stupid, I don't care, want to be said crybaby or weak man, he said, to me a man who never cries means he has never felt the loss of someone.

When I flipped the photo album, there was a photo of a little boy standing holding his toy robot, he was the King of my son, again I remembered his words earlier this afternoon.

“King miss Ayah” he said while crying.

It's so hurt to see her cry like that, I'm sorry your father's son !! I kissed the photo to remove a little bit of my longing, but what I feel now, instead of her reduced sense of longing this mala makes me want to embrace her more, he also said that in a moment he would move to Turkey, and that's where I realized that the distance between me and him was getting further, there was this fear in me, he said, I'm afraid she forgot about me, I'm afraid she doesn't love me anymore, I think back to the same time the three of us.

Flasbacks On....

“Come King can son !! come here chase Daddy!!” I asked the little boy who had just learned to walk.

He tried to stand up again, and began to move his tiny legs, but just one step back he sat down, I immediately approached him I thought he would cry but he was laughing out loud.

Not long my wife came, as usual my son immediately asked for milk with my wife.

“Nda cu” said my son.

“This has made me” maybe because I already understand.

“Mas eat first there, earlier Nia made a favorite food mas” said to me.

As soon as my wife's attention, she was so painstakingly caring for me with my son, in the midst of her busy caring for the King, she could still make my favorite meal, prepare my work clothes, and, and one more he can still serve me in bed.

Flasback Off

I shook my head when I remembered our good memories, they were not true, they were not mine anymore, I could not keep going like this.

Looking for a replacement ?? yes I have to reopen my heart, and I hope to find the same person as my ex-wife, and again I remember her.

But can anyone accept me ?? not only accepted my status as a widower but also accepted my son, loving him as much as his biological son, I often read the news and on television also sometimes many of his films that tell the cruelty of stepmother, no I do not want if my son gets the cruelty of his stepmother.

Oh yes I just remember my son wanted to meet me first before he left for Turkey, how is this ?? my work here is very much, if I let go home I'm afraid later I will be fired, please tell me I'm just an ordinary employee, to be honest I wanted to try and tell Zahran to work in his office but I was embarrassed, I was also afraid that Zinia would not allow it.

But meeting with the King was important to me, because after this I don't know when we will meet again, let alone hear the King will go to school there, I salute my son now, he has been good at reading the Quran, his prayers he is diligent, and I am sure it is because of the upbringing of his father, he continued, it is fortunate that they get Mas Zahran, a husband and a good father.

After thinking long I decided to go back to Indonesia, stupid really want to be fired or not !! the important thing is that I can hug my son before he leaves Indonesia, I want to take him to the airport, feel a kiss from his tiny lips, while listening to the word “Dad take good care of yourself” .

“Dad will be home son, Wait for dad !!” I said while booking tickets through the app on my phone.

I chose the morning flight, now that the ticket has been ordered I also put some of my clothes in the suitcase, not much that I brought because maybe I only 3 days in indo, but not much, after everything was done I returned to lay my body on the bed, staring at the ceiling of my room, it felt like I was impatient to wait for the morning, I wanted to immediately hug my little son, I wanted to hug my little son, I promise to take him for a walk first.

“Dad very dear Raja” said me while smiling.

Sometimes I smile when I remember him, especially when he tells me that he wants to be a soldier, I have to raise a lot of money to pay for his school later, after a long wander with my own thoughts I finally fell asleep.

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