My Master's Father of My Son

Chapters. 1. Caught

Bruk!!!

And prang!!!

"I will not forgive you again, you have been a burden in my family's life, there will be no more apologies for you brash child, do not know lucky!!" Umabu Bu

The door was wide open with a considerable sound from the outside. A middle-aged woman walked towards the inside of her house with a fierce look on her face, her eyeballs seeming to want to jump out of place, her eyes reddening withstanding her already dusty anger.

"Fatimah!! Where are you, don't hide in your room like a king's daughter!" Furious Miss Fatmah who just came home from her rice field.

Fatimah who heard the cry from her mother immediately rose from her bed, because she was already frightened because if her mother screamed like that there must be a big problem.

"Oh Allah, may the mother know it all" said Fatimah Khaerunnisha Somad.

Fatimah's body began to tremble in fear and had already imagined what would happen later.

"Fatimah!!! Are you budeg haa!! Come out don't hide continuously because I already know all your ugliness!! What a pretentious hypocrite, sok alim when it's so rotten!" Hardiknya Bu Fatmaha who screamed loudly in front of his room Fatimah who was only covered by a curtain of shabby brown curtains.

Fatimah staggered outside her room because she had been feeling dizzy for the past three days if she stood up.

"What would I do if Mom found out what exactly happened to me, what should I say?" Fatimah's great-grandson.

Salim was the eldest son of Bu Salma who had just returned from the mosque performing the congregational magrib prayer made head bobbles looking at his mother's behavior.

"Mother Istighfar.ay Allah. realize this ma'am is late at night, why should yell at everything, what happened to the mother so that it has rivaled Tarzan and drug sellers in all markets," gerutu Salim his first child who strongly disagree with the attitude of his mother.

Ms. Fatma glanced at her son with a sharp look, "don't be pretentious like an ustadz! you keep quiet, this is none of your business, I'm quite embarrassed because of your sister's behavior!" The Sarkasnya Ms. Fatma.

Fatimah immediately put on her headscarf and tried her hardest to walk towards her mother.

Ms. Fatmawati who saw her daughter immediately walked towards Fatimah without hesitation and a word directly hit her face repeatedly.

Plaque!!!! Plaque!!!

The blow from Bu Salma was strong enough to make Fatimah's body staggered and pushed back until her back collided with the walls of her house made of plywood material that was almost weathered.

"Ohhh!! Sick Mom!" Fatimah who groaned in pain on her back and two cheeks.

"What pain!! Which is more painful blows Mom or you have to get pregnant out of wedlock without a husband and everyone in the village already knows everything, does it not make Mom dizzy and have to bear the shame of your imprint and brazen act haaa!!" The Assault of Fatmah.

What was said by Ms. Fatma made Salim surprised and did not expect that his only sister should get pregnant out of wedlock.

"Mother!! Don't just accuse dong mom, maybe Mom has misunderstood everything, so please Mom calm down and lower her emotions mother, remember mom's high blood!" Salim tried to calm his mother.

"You just shut up!! You don't have to interfere in this matter, and you kids don't know it's lucky I've already raised your fees and your school fees until you're done, not that you repay me with happiness instead you put me to shame, I am so sorry to have allowed my husband to bring the child of his ex-wife into my house!" The granddaughter of Fatma.

"Oh Allah, am I not his biological child Mother, it turns out I am only a child, continued mother, pantesan mother's treatment of me is only ordinary and always distinguish me with Sister Sarah, I understand," said Fatimah who was touched in her tears of reality was able to slap her face repeatedly.

Ms. Fatma smiled wryly, "Fatimah 19 years old I took care and raised your own hard-earned with your father who only worked in disarray until you were five years old your father had to die, you are the son of my husband's wife siri I can still be patient and make peace with it but, for this time I've been unable to accept it anymore," gerutu Bu Salamah while pointing his finger in front of Fatimah as if counting the number of years he had wasted to raise a child from the affair of her husband.

"Mother! Please don't drive me out of here, if you tell me to go I have to stay where else, I don't have anyone out there, you're all I have in this world," the lamentation of Fatima who rested under the feet of her mother continued by begging to be pitied this time.

"Ride!! Put all his clothes in the bag, you drive him to the terminal, I don't want to see his face here for good!" furious Bu Fatmawati with a scornful look and her anger was already unbearable.

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