My Sacrifice is worthless

Introspection Mother Pov 21

I keep packing my clothes and the kids. I don't care if he keeps apologizing. I am tired of her changing attitude.

"Sir, please don't go, brother admitted wrong. I promise I won't repeat it. You can't live without you,"

"Do not promise if it is repeated. Now we introspect each bang," I packed up the things I needed. The kids are ready.

"Adek pamit Bang. You know where to go if you want to find a friend and children. Take care of your. Assalamualaikum,"

He glanced, pecking at where he stood. I don't know what he's thinking, I'm trying not to care. I carried Nur, while Ita and Fitri followed me from behind.

"Where are we going, ma'am? It's a school permit again, huh?" Ask Ita. I exhale slowly.

"We're going to uncle sifa's house first huh, baby? Mother misses them, "I keep walking down the street. I had to hurry because it was starting at noon. I brought you some savings money. I know, leaving the house without permission and the husband's riddho is sinful. However, I had to do so that my husband would realize all his mistakes. He has wronged me and my children too often, and even wronged himself.

I used 2 ojek to take me and the kids to the bus stop. Not long after we had boarded the bus that would take me to my brothers' house. I'll think more about what to do when I get there.

The bus stopped to rest, the distance was close. I took my three children one by one. Ah, it's heating up this eye patch. What if one day, this hand could no longer feed them? What if this body could not embrace them when they were cold, when they were crying, and when they were hurt? I can't imagine all that.

"Mom not eating? The nation is running out." Ita's question breaks my daydream.

"Mothers aren't hungry, baby, you're the ones who eat to keep from catching a cold,"

The bus will be back soon, I'm hurrying my activities. Bringing three kids is not easy. "Mom, why aren't you coming with us?"

"Dad's work, baby. I'll pick us up later," I replied with an excuse.

I turned into an accomplished liar in front of my children covering a gaping wound. I want the trauma they've been through to heal before I heal my heart.

My children have fallen asleep with the afternoon breeze. The expanse of rice that is still green, the trees are towering

leafy. For a moment I seemed to be sucked into a realm I could not understand where. There are only echoes, emptiness, emptiness and solitude, loneliness.

"Mom, have you arrived yet? Wanna get off at the sink? ask kernet.

I'm sober. "Ah, yes bang. Thank you,"

"New atakng Na? From mae?" ask them with my regional accent.

"Come on," I answered briefly.

Tired of starting to whack. Cough approached. Hopefully here I can get back to medication. Pity my fetus if it is constantly taking chemical drugs.

"Dono' aaa dah, ngahe inak ngabari mau' ampus kasio," asked bang Sifa.

"Inak ahe Bang, sangaja bah," I replied smilingly.

"Let's throw uncle into uncle's house, huh? Have you guys eaten?" ask my children.

"It's Uncle,"

"Ahe Deck? Is there a meh problem? Mae suaminyu?" bang sifa started to get suspicious.

"Inak Bang's. Miss bah ka' kitak. Can I please make Kasio our nelek? I asked to divert her suspicions.

"Abang ngarasa felt there was a problem, carita if there is ahe-ahe boh," he entertained.

I'm nodding. "If you knew bang," my bath.

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