Mystery of a Mate (Widow But Virgin )

Season 2 Follow Mr. Firman

PoV Mely's

The flashback

"Father of the Word" I said with a smile, I sat my butt in the chair before him. Father Firman returned my smile awkwardly.

"Sorry to bother Nak Mely. You even forced to meet." He still spoke with his voice.

"Yes sir, I should be the one apologizing. It has kept you waiting a long time. Actually from a long time ago my husband and I were eager to find the whereabouts of Father. But, because of something, we did not come to visit the Father's place. Let's go inside sir." I bid with his friendliness. I'm so glad Mr. Word came to this house. But, what He came here for and where He knows my address.

"No need, son. We'll just talk here. You're just a minute." Speak with a tone of voice. Mr. Firman seems to be starting to calm down. He took something from his sling bag. I can see it like a photo. He thrust the photo at me, curiously I grabbed it.

"Whose picture is this, sir?" ask me in confusion while watching the photo carefully. After a long time I saw the almost blurry photo. The face of the woman in the picture I finally knew.

She's my Mama, Mama Maryam. Why is the picture when the girl is with this father? in the picture, Mama is standing in front of a church.

"It's Mama, why is Mama's photo the same Father?" I asked in confusion and curiosity. I can't wait for an answer from Mr. Word who suddenly snarled and his eyes glazed over. He was holding himself back from crying.

Is Mr. Word my father? Mr. Word who did not open his voice, making my curiosity more and more just so.

"Is my father my real father?" I immediately asked the topic I had in mind.

Without much of a story, the middle-aged man in front of me nodded. He doesn't seem confident admitting it. I saw the anxious face and the fear it showed. He may be afraid, I don't believe it or anything, which obviously Mr. Word doesn't dare to look at me.

Seeing him was just silent and his interlocked hands were trembling. I got up from my seat, walked slowly towards Mr. Word. I knelt before him, grabbing that trembling hand.

"Is my father really my father?" I asked again, looking up to see the face of Mr. Firman who slightly lowered his head.

"Yes," he answered.

I immediately hugged her who was still sitting in that chair. I don't need a long explanation anymore. Why did he just show up now. He came looking for his son only, my heart was already very happy.

"Father did not expect, you will immediately accept the Father like this. You thought you were going to get angry and throw me out." He said in a trembling voice, returning my embrace.

I broke our arms, pulled the chair I was sitting on closer to Mr. Word.

"Mely very happy, you came looking for me. I always ask Mama, where is my real father? But Mama never wanted to tell me. I only found out two months ago that I'm not Mr. Ali's son. At that moment my heart felt broken. But, now I'm relieved. My father is in front of me." I smiled back and hugged him.

Happiness is clearly visible from the face of Mr. Word.

"Why are Mom and Dad not together and Ali's father is married to Mama?" ask me to look at the face of Mr. Firman, who was a little surprised by my question.

Mr. Firman, sigh deeply. He looks at me softly. He also started telling stories. The story of Mama and Pak Firman is quite complicated. I shed tears and pity for the middle-aged man before me.

I stroked Mr. Firman's arm, encouraging him. That I'm his daughter still proud of him. He was once a former Mafia. Mr. Word's life story is truly tragic. Where all forms of evil committed will not bring happiness.

Long time we told him, I also told him about my household. He asked me to be patient. Because this might be a test in the household. I was relieved to be able to exchange ideas with my real father. He really has a fatherly and mature soul.

I thought she remarried after Mama left her. But it turns out that until now the father in front of me is still single. Astarghfirullah... I'm a real bastard.

I'm the son of rape. It's a very complicated story of Mom and Dad.

"Can I come with you?" my door looked at Mister Firman.

"Why do you want to leave your husband?" he asked her confusedly and worriedly. She probably doesn't want me to suffer, let alone I'm five months pregnant.

"Many couples don't love each other. But they still survive. You're patient, there's no intention of parting." Dad said, starting to worry about my decision.

"I'm tired Dad. Maybe give it back to his ex. It'll make her happy." I answered softly, wiping away the tears that fell on my cheek.

"Don't make a decision you'll regret later. Your life is good, son. You are all sufficiency. If you come with Dad. You will live hard. Father of the poor." Said Father, rejecting my wish.

"I've been thinking about this a long time, Dad. Maybe this is the best. I used to live in the wild. I definitely can. I'm coming with Dad, right?" My door holds both hands.

"No, I don't want you to come with me." He cut off our eye contact.

"Dad doesn't want me either. My husband doesn't want me either. How unfortunate my fate is in this world. No one wants me." My words began to sob withstanding the pain within the chest.

"It's not like that, I don't want you to part with your husband." Said Dad reassuring me. If my decision is wrong.

"He doesn't love me Dad. I want to live a quiet life without feeling jealous. I'm tired of hearing the name of the woman he loves come out of his mouth." I said with tears. Maybe by leaving his life, will make him happy.

"Dad didn't want you to make the wrong decision. This problem you are experiencing, no matter the weight. Be patient, son." Said Dad stroking my arm.

"It's Dad's problem. He never appreciated me one bit. He's good, but he doesn't seem to be good for my life." My answer is still sobbing.

"You're pregnant, be patient." Said Dad looking at me with his worship. It could be the first meeting as the status of Father and Son. I've been weighing on his mind like this.

I fell silent while wiping away the tears that fell without excuse. I don't want to be with him anymore. Let me live alone. All his treatment was fake.

"Yes Dad. I'm not leaving. But, can I come with Dad to Dad's village?" askaku expectantly. I want to be alone, thinking about my future.

"May, but you'll let me know first, son of Rival." Answer Daddy flat. He doesn't like it, I'm leaving the house.

"Yes Dad." My answer was a bitter smile.

"Dad, let's go in first. Let's eat first." My bargain.

"Dad ate that." Push gently.

"I'm asking for Dad's phone number." My love.

He also reached into his pants pocket.

"Dad record my cell phone number, yeah, Dad's gonna miscall. My phone's in the room." Smiling words. Dad did what I said.

Not long ago I went home. She even turned down my offer to take her to stay at home.

After Dad's departure. I went back into the room. An hour of contemplation and bathin fighting. Should I get away from his life Mas Rival? I finally decided to leave her life. Following Dad to Lake Toba is only an hour away.

On the way I always called him, asked him to get off the bus he was riding and asked him to follow me to my biker gang.

When Dad arrived at my place. We also went to Parapat by renting a car. Surely before I go. The head of my motorcycle gang. I threatened you so as not to tell you where I am.

My new life started in Parapat with Dad. We run a small fish farm. Because when I left the house. I don't bring much money.

Dad always asked me to come home, but I didn't want to. I'm ashamed to go back.

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