My Perfect Bestie, No! Husbands!

The Hatred That Still Lays

Sorry yesterday error, you can check the previous chapter. Yesterday the review was long and the one to the publisher was only a few hundred words. Happy reading~

"Mas I want to go home." Tasya turned around but Al immediately hugged her so as not to go anywhere.

Tasya stared intently at her husband, did she know about this? "Take me off!"

How could his mother be here, didn't Tasya tell Radit not to take him to Surabaya, so while in Bandung they planned all this? Why doesn't anyone think about his feelings?

"Tash ... " Call the woman gently. But it is not touched that Tasya forcibly took off Al's embrace and took his bag.

"Don't call me! You're all bad! You're also evil, Bang. We've talked about this before but what?" Tasya was disappointed.

"We're talking about this all right?" Pinta Al to his wife.

Suddenly Lidya approached her daughter and grasped Tasya's hands, kissed her little hand that decades ago she had held like this. "Yes, sorry dear mother."

Tasya's eyes were already teary, he couldn't be if someone behaved like this to him, but his heartache dominated. Everything will not be able to replace anything that he has spent decades inscribing to Tasya.

"Don't call yourself my mama! My mother died decades ago!" Tasya let go of the hand and left, but suddenly his stomach was cramped.

"Darling!" Al went straight to Tasya who was in pain. Without a second thought Al carried him Ala brydal to Tasya's camp located above.

"Tante said what, you why so stubborn, Dit?! Aunty is still difficult especially Tasya!" Amara is frustrated to see this, and follows Tasya directly to her room, while Radit sculpts and Diana tries to calm Lydia down. Yes they're friends she knows what Lydia feels, but Tasya is innocent too. The wounds in her past were indeed quite large, Diana understood everyone's feelings.

Radit and Amanda sighed, they were the ones who planned all this, Amara had banned it even took a long time to make him sure. Although Amara herself still can not make peace with her past because of the loss of her own brother. It would be chaos like this.

On the other side was his mother and on the other side was Tasya and Tanteenya. Radit was honestly confused because no matter how important they were in his life.

"Here let me be the one carrying Tiara" said Zea, trying to understand the situation. Amanda hands her little daughter over to Zea, after which she calms Radit who seems to be messed up with everything. It wasn't like this, nor did he want all this to happen.

"I want to see Tasya first." Radit turns around but Amanda holds him back.

"Love him the time, there is already Al the same Aunt Amara, there will be you the same emotions as him and vice versa." Amanda's trying to be the wisest.

Radit nodded, but his eyes were fixed on Al who ran out, of course he had to take the equipment of the doctor he always carried everywhere so as not to be difficult as well.

As a general practitioner, of course, prenatal pregnancy is one of the skills that have been equipped for general practitioners.

"That's fine, right?" Radit asked when Al got there.

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Tasya stomach is very dark, this is why pregnant women should not stress yes because it will definitely affect the fetus without being aware. Amara continued to hold Tasya's hand and Al rubbed Tasya's stomach which was still dark. He said it was rubbed like that Tasya felt his tap was slightly reduced.

It hurts so much, plus the tightness because Tasya hasn't stopped crying. "Auntie why bring him here? I don't want him here, Tan."

Amara fell silent, she did not have to answer what to Tasya's question. Disappointed, annoyed, angry and afraid lodged in his mind, because Amara was the witness where Tasya used to slump that deep when he lost his father and knew his own mother.

"You don't think about anything, honey? Take care of your baby, thankfully you are okay. Don't think of anything bad for you to think about." Amara wiped Tasya's tears with attention. Tasya is like her own daughter, even more important than anything.

"Take him back to Bandung aja, Tan," pinta Tasya, this time with a pleading tone. Anu as hard as she forgets but the memories are so imprinted in her heart, even whenever she can not remove the hatred towards her real mother.

"Later Auntie tried to talk to Radit, huh? The most important thing is you, you can't do anything, honey." Amara hugged Tasya tightly, she was afraid that she would drop again. Especially now that they are pregnant.

After calming his nephew, Amara exited Tasya's room and gave Al space to talk to his wife. Amara knew they needed to talk so Amara went downstairs and tried to talk to Radit.

Al carries Tasya in his arms, but Tasya refuses. "I don't want to be with you."

"You mad?"

"Why didn't you tell me he was here? You want me to meet him, Mom? I told you I didn't want to." Tasya now changed her position to sit, she did not like being forced into this.

"I don't know, honey. I didn't know your mom was here. I'm just shocked."

"So why did you take me? Brother must have told you about this."

"I don't know, but I just don't want you to do anything, I don't want to be rich. You're the one who's sick yourself, right? I don't want you to stress."

"With the rich nemuin gini I'm stressed if you want to know. I always want the past that I tried so hard to escape. I want to go home now, I don't want to come here again if there's still him."

Al hugged Tasya tightly, letting Tasya spill his vexation there. He knows it but he is also in a dilemma. She was a husband after all and she should have been able to unite Tasya with her mother.

But he better be quiet first, Tasya's situation just now has made him worried. He did not want Tasya to cramp his stomach again, if others make Tasya dizzy, he should always be water in the anger of his wife.

"Jaudah don't think about anything, we go home but wait until the conditions are below low? Below is also not good. You're just as bad Radit isn't okay either. We'll go home if you're both cold and can talk.