Not my Husband

Compassion

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The fat youth who was silent for a moment, waved his hand towards Sazi who entered the gate of his house. A moment later walked back along the sidewalk that felt cooler, accompanied by rays of orange in the sky.

Rion loosened his head, his face slowly smiling. His hands clenched, why did when he managed to get close to Sazi, his mother's family members had to tease him again?

***

13 Years ago...

Mammy? That word never existed in his life. Ever since he was born, just a neighbor's son? Maybe that's the term, he who is often entrusted to his neighbors and his father lives.

Margaretha, that's her real mother's name. Someone who said he loved his father sincerely, but ended up leaving him when he could not stand the economic difficulties anymore.

A child who now only eats salted fish, with kale vegetables with his father. Until the hand of the father stroked the hair of his son who is now only five years old. Her tears flowed, clenching her hands."I'm sorry that you're sick, your mother left us. Tomorrow's your mother's wedding day, you're here ...?" her door.

His son nodded, returned to eating even though it was not so tasteful. A fiver? But who knew what his intelligence was to what extent back then? Rion understood enough, though he refused to speak.

His mother returned to her wealthy grandmother's house. Just because they have nothing. Her grandmother's beautiful and magnificent home was like a palace. Married to another man.

The child just bowed down and smiled, holding back the tears and wounds in his heart. Smart may be a gift, as well as a misfortune for him, he should not know how cheap a love is. In the end, his father was banished.

Sometimes Fino (father of Rion) wakes up in the middle of the night. Hiding his wound in a bated cry, patting his chest that felt tight. A father who did not realize the son who slept in one bed with him joined his tears.

Mother's figure is not so important in her life. But his father, that's what's most important to him right now. The father who raised him, did not care about his own weak body.

***

The day came at the end, the mother's wedding day. Fino comes in a shabby suit, a suit he bought with his savings when he married Margaretha first. Come with her son, who is just wearing a kindergarten uniform.

Not having a good outfit except for the school uniform that features a bow tie.

The beautiful-looking groom is not from this country. While her mother also looks beautiful wearing a fantastic precious beautiful dress. Silvia's? The grandmother preferred to sit side by side with Jameson's grandson.

Everyone seemed happy when the sacred promise was said. Everybody's...

With the exception of Fino, Rion loosened his head, his father's eyes reddened, his tears flowing still trying to keep smiling. Realize there is no true love for her...

Only Rion's small hand would probably be his life's encouragement later. Bouquets of flowers are thrown Margaretha, the reception will move in the ballroom of the larger hotel.

They had no invitation, only an invitation to the sacred promise. Rion was silent, waving at the departure of the bridal car, with a smile etched on the face of the mother who had never considered it. The father who was still beside him.

The promise that Margaretha betrayed to her. And now promise another man? Winning should be like that. Margaretha was too perfect for her.

"Rion, let's go home, I'll make you know your favorite flour." he said smilingly wiping away his tears. Ruffling the hair of his son, a smart handsome boy. We have to live below the poverty line.

A father and son walking together were about to leave. However, suddenly their steps came to a halt, Silvia stood there, with a child of European race.

"Mother-in-law." Fino's greeting smiled.

"Mother-in-law? My daughter is divorced from you, your social status is lower. So now call me madam..." Silvia smiled full of arrogance looking at him.

"He's Rion, isn't he? I want to take him to live with me. We're going to fight for custody in court." he said staring at a child dressed in kindergarten.

Little Rion started to retreat, about to hide behind his father. Split with Fino? No, only the father was with him.

"But ever since Margaretha gave birth to her, I raised her, bought her formula because Margaretha wouldn't breastfeed her. After the divorce, you never..." Fino clenched his hand, only Rion was currently possessed by him. The son he loved.

"Our blood flows in his body. You won't win in the trial" Silvia smiled, slowly approaching Rion.

"Rion's with grandma, huh? Grandma's got chocolate and lots of toys, new clothes, too." he said.

Rion stared at him hiding behind Fino, the look on his face suddenly smiling coldly, intimidating."You who? I've never had a grandmother" she said.

Silvia's hand suddenly trembled, taking a step back. The aura that truly resembled her late husband, the young master of the rich family who raised her from a servant to a young mistress, was long ago.

"Teach your son some manners!!" silvia shouted away her face, there was no way her late husband would even pass on her nature to her outer grandchildren. Son of a market worker.

Forgetting his origins, perhaps that was what happened to Silvia. Forgetting her being lifted from only a servant by her late husband.

"Rion you can't do that." Fino told his son.

Rion nodded, glancing at Silvia while smiling."Good dad, next time I won't talk to a stranger..."

A child who suddenly fears him in every word of his ambiguity is like a coincidence. The late warm-hearted husband was at once indisputable, feared among the conglomerates. Husbands who are young can insult people with a sharp word of ambiguity.

"Grandma, dad gave me a piano teacher, his study schedule this afternoon. Grandma, be willing to see my first day of training right?" pinta Jameson, holding Silvia's fingers. Staring at the child of someone who managed to grab the attention of the grandmother.

"Yes baby..." Silvia was well off with Jameson pinching her cheeks. Then get back on their feet leading the grandchildren to their car.

"Wait on! Madam, I'm sure Margaretha will have a son later. So please let Rion stay with me.." Fino's pinta didn't want to lose the only small hand that held her.

"No, our family's blood is flowing in his body. After usurping custody, we will take her abroad, live and go to school with the guidance teacher.." An answer from Silvia smiled, walked away from them.

Fino was sitting limp on the floor of her weak body was indeed not possible to raise her son alone. But, but still this child is his son. Her tears flowed uncontrollably along with Silvia's departure.

"Dad..." Rion hugged him, not wanting to part with him.

***

Sometimes people have a weak mentality. When he considers himself to have nothing. Acting selfishly for something.

The father stopped at several shops before their return. At home, we cooked as usual. His hands were trembling with tears flowing, perhaps this was the only way not to stay alone.

The rat poison is put into a warm food to be consumed himself and Rion later. Died with his son? Selfish right? But he did not want to be separated from his son. No one really loved Rion in that house. Silvia and Margaret...

His face tried to smile, his hands were still trembling at this time serving food to his son who was sitting, smiling never complaining, would eat whatever he gave.

After this we will continue to be together.sorry Rion.his mind looks at the smile of his beautiful son, with one front tooth that has been dated.

Seriate