Not Superwomen

The forgotten story

From the flat object measuring 5 inches it sounded Keep Your Heart from the band Seventeen, my favorite song. It has rang more than 3 times.

I who was in the bathroom immediately finished my activities and went out to check it out.

He called

"Hello" Sapaku after pressing the green button

"How are you doing deck?" Greet the man in a faraway place.

"Good news. After my departure, how are you doing, brother?"

"Why did you leave and not hold me accountable. As much as I know when a woman has been deprived of her chastity must have asked the man to take responsibility and marry her."

Questions that slide, like opening a dark sheet in the past. The tub opens the plaster in the wound that has not dried.

That day, 7 years ago. I met him accidentally. It never crossed that the man harbored a sense of liking, and a desire to have that craze.

After the first meeting, the man came to visit the house, like a guest and many other men he received as friends.

The girl who grew up, beautiful, white, long hair waist and narrow eyes. Friendly and easy to get along with anyone. Makes many people comfortable being around and getting to know him.

And the man wanted a relationship that was more than just friends.

A terrible disaster befalls him on the eve of the new year, the man takes forcibly his future, honor, and only pride. He even did it repeatedly.

Destroyed his desire to be with the man he loves. His heart and physique are sick.

After that horrible incident, I decided to move to another city, across the island. The place I believe in, no one will recognize me.

His statement broke my daydream, sounding full of regret and sorrow

"Your question is late, brother."

"You pregnant deck?" Repeat the same question.

"Even if I'm pregnant, I won't pursue your responsibilities!."

My tone of sentence instantly rose.

This is the third time the man called me on the phone, since the first call, I deliberately did not delete the number. I changed the number 3 times, but still he got it. I don't know where and who, I never found out either. Through social media, I know her life now and have seen her family. At least I know he has two children.

And, still should you look for me and question the memories and wounds I've buried deep. Even this wound had started to dry.

My gaze looked at the handsome 6-year-old man, it could not be eliminated as I stared at his face, the clear shadow of his biological father was on him. Their faces were like a betel on the other side, but still my men were more handsome.

And the man I love, who sincerely accepted me, even though I was no longer holy. She even conceived the boy from that man. He loved my man so much, even more than his affection for me.

My man, let me keep to death the secrets of your past. Enough you know I'm your mother, and the man you've always been with is your father. And you, you don't need to know, you don't need to remember, you don't need to find out any more about the pain you've left behind.

He's my son, and I'm his mother. And we're very happy here.

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