Not the Wrong Destiny

Luis POV's

Luis ' POV.

I looked at Anya's face, who was sleeping next to me. There have been many sacrifices that he made just for the sake of myself and our son, Bima. I don't know how much time he spent on realizing his dream.

Highly ambitious woman, who holds firm her stance. His loyalty cannot be doubted. If Anya was another woman, perhaps she had now betrayed this useless husband. And he will change his mind, forget his grudges and then serve the real Lukman who has everything.

I used to think it would all happen. Where Anya's stance will falter, forget me too Bima and live happily with her new family. But all my thoughts were solved as time went on.

Anya often cried in my arms and complained about the life she lived with Lukman. He's not happy at all, he wants to come home and come back with me. I told him to just end all this, but Anya refused. He said his fight had just begun. He said he just needed a grip when he almost fell.

You will never know if the present me is not the one I was. I am now formed due to the harshness of the life I live.

All my destruction started with Lukman, he accused me of stealing company money while I was cleaning his room first. I don't understand why the money I lost was in my bag at the time.

At that time, I was humiliated in front of all the employees. I was kicked disrespectfully from there like a cat caught stealing a fish. Shame, heartache. That's how I feel so I can't set foot in there anymore.

Especially when I found out that Lukman had added my name to the employee blacklist. It makes it hard to get a job at any company.

And if Lukman wanted to trust me a little and be kind to me, maybe this grudge would never happen. And all his family had to bear the consequences.

Fortunately, I have a wife who does not demand much. She always supported me, no matter what I did. From the beginning of the sweeper in the market, the rice pelvis, even the sales of crackle even though I do it to support my children and wife. Although income from the job is still far from enough.

Sometimes in the silence of the night, I cry alone. Hiding my tears from Anya. I don't want Anya to see me as weak as this. I have to keep fighting to be happy, no matter how.

But in fact, I was just a useless man, I had failed to become a father to Bima and a good husband to Anya. Especially when Bima fell ill due to poor nutrition. How can the boy grow up well when I never give him a proper meal.

It was all like a hard slap for me, I was really at my lowest point at the time. It felt like my world was collapsing and falling on my body. Stuffy. I keep cursing myself.

Until finally Anya who was hurt by the economic conditions of our family intervened, she was determined to avenge the pain we felt for almost a year.

It just so happened that the Lukman family was in need of a baby sister to care for their twins. Hmh! Even they can live happily after destroying my family. They can still laugh when my wife and son are starving.

Anya devised a plan so nicely, I just obeyed all her words. I admit, I'm useless. I live only on the hard work of my wife. But somehow Anya still wants to hang on with me. I don't know how much love he has for me. Could one lucky thing still be on my side?

If it wasn't for Anya, maybe now I wouldn't be able to stand in this place, enjoying the ease of life. Anya has succeeded in realizing her dream. Destroying the Lukman family and seizing all his wealth.

I didn't expect it to take me years to get to this point.

All those years I nurtured Bima alone. The child is a reflection of me in the past, you think from whom Bima inherited the generous, patient and not much behavior? Of course from me, my blood was flowing inside his body.

I have my own way of educating that child. Later if the boy grows up, I don't want him to follow in my footsteps. I want him to grow up to be a strong man, a great man who depends on no one. Unlike me, coward, loser, useless.

I often hit him when I felt lonely, I vented my frustration at that innocent child. I often leave the nights alone and lock them at home.

Sometimes I meet Anya, sometimes I meet Fira, the prisoner that I make sure that one day Anya is no longer on my side and leaves me.

I didn't even think I'd held her hostage for a dozen years, because Anya never betrayed me. Anya doesn't know if Fira's alive. He only knew I had finished him off when he returned after being pronounced dead in a car crash that we sabotaged.

I bought an empty house next to my house, of course the money was the result of Anya stealing money Lukman who at that time had been legally the wife of Lukman. Then I made it a place to hide Fira.

Rumors circulated about the house, making no one dare to approach there. I just need to work a little hard for everyone to believe that the house is really haunted.

I used to visit her when I was lonely, when I missed Anya's body. I vent all my lust for her. Although he often thrashed, but what can he do? His feet just stayed next door, he couldn't possibly run away.

I bathed her myself, fed her like my pet. I don't know what that woman means to me. I needed it, so I thought not to finish him off that time.

However, there was fear in my heart if one day he could escape from that place. I also put it. I'm used to her existence, like there's less if one night I don't come to enjoy her body.

I should be disgusted, right? When a woman with a body that is not properly cared for. I don't know why it feels different, I like the smell. I really enjoyed everything in her body.

Crazy, maybe I'm crazy now. Left Anya for a long time, making me thirsty for the caress of a woman.

And when I saw Bima together with her daughter Lukman, I felt a strange feeling in my heart. I'm jealous, I'm jealous, I don't like seeing their closeness. While I'm alone, I don't have a real companion. Anya was still gray, while Fira was dark.

The face of the boy was very similar to Fira. That's when I increasingly visited him to be able to re-feel different sensations from his body.

Fira, how long haven't I seen him? Is she okay? Is the stock of food I gave her already running out? What if he's thirsty or hungry? Of cold? I had to hug her and get her body warm.

Lately I was too busy with Anya that I forgot about her. And tonight I miss her body.

I lyrics again Anya, her breathing is still regular, signifying she is sleeping soundly. Then switch on the wall clock. At one in the morning.

I got out of my sleep, because I seemed to be bored and did not want to be in this comfortable place with the fragrant and elegant Anya. I want to taste Fira, a different Fira.

'Sleeping well baby, I'll be right back.'

I snag a leather jacket that hangs, then put it on quickly. Then find the motor key, can!

I also came out of the house easily, deliberately I led the motorcycle out of the gate of the big house, afraid the sound of the engine disturbing the peace of sleep Anya.

The road was very quiet, no other vehicles passed. Of course, which person would be willing to wander around in the middle of a blind morning like this. It was just me, an insane person who was willing to break through the darkness to meet my hostage woman, Fira.

About half an hour I drive, the cold of the night that penetrates into the pores, is not a taboo for me, I'm used to eating the night wind like this.

I parked the motorbike I was driving a little far from my house. If I want to enter the empty house, I have to pass through the secret path, I can not pass the front gate because now the lock is rusty and not difficult to open.

Fortunately, I brought a spare key, so I could freely enter there without any residents of the house knowing if I secretly visited this house. I can easily get into the yard.

And when I arrived at the secret passage to the empty house, I remembered that I did not hold the key that I used to put Fira in. If it's not wrong, I'm keeping it somewhere safe in my house. I don't want to take it there first.

Increasing my duty, I continued to see Fira, and I went back to Anya. But what can I do, I've got a wet bitch wants to touch Fira's body immediately. I had to go into the house to get the key, I couldn't have fouled it if her legs were still in the air.

***

Sheerin woke up from his sleep that night, he was staring around. It's dark! Is he dreaming now? Why was the room so dark, when the last time he remembered, there was a sleeping lamp lit there. Sheerin moved, because he felt like urinating and his throat also felt dry, he needed water to wet his throat.

Groping around, looking for the whereabouts of his phone. Got it! Sheerin. Then he lit the flashlight so he got the illumination from there. He saw Nindi who was asleep beside him, very sound. So that he did not realize if now the lights are off.

Slowly he got off the bed, walked towards the bathroom. After he was done with his business, Sheerin came out. He looked at the glass on the table, which was empty. He had to come down to fill it back up.

Sheerin came out of Nindi's room, walked down the stairs, passed through the dark middle room, then arrived in the kitchen. He immediately poured water into his glass. After it was fully filled, Sheerin took a sip.

Plums!

The flashlight that was on, died instantly. Sheerin shook his phone, trying to turn it back on. But it turns out that the phone is dead, he forgot not to charge his phone last night.

"Well, I'm dead again." Little murmurs sounded.

After finishing with the affairs of his throat, Sheerin remembered if the charger was in the middle room, brother Bima borrowed it earlier this afternoon.

He also moved, took one snack from the refrigerator, it happened that his stomach was also a little hungry. Surely after this Sheerin will have trouble again to go back to sleep. So he decided to snack first until his drowsiness came back.

Sheerin trudged towards the living room, fumbling around, guessing where the charger was. Thankfully it was not too dark there. There was a moonlight coming through the cracks of the window.

Sheerin just plugged the charger into his phone. While he was looking for a comfortable position, sitting on the sofa while eating a snack that he had taken from the kitchen.

Krskkk kssrk krrrrk

The deg!

What is that sound? The voice was clearly heard in Sheerin's ears in silence tonight. Sheerin spread his gaze around.

Tap...

His heart was pounding uncontrollably when he heard the clattering of footsteps that were getting closer to him.

Sheerin immediately hid his body under the table, afraid if there was a thief who entered the house of this sister Bima. He's gotta find it safe, right? He peered from his position every now and then to see whose footsteps were they?

Sheerin waited anxiously, the sound of the move getting clearer and longer. Sheerin's heart was even arguing ten times what it used to be now.

A pair of feet were walking towards the exit. Passing through Sheerin's hideout, unaware that someone is in love with her.

The back was getting further and further away, he walked quite leisurely, without carrying any items. Is he really a thief? But, from her stature Sheerin was like memorizing who that person was. But Sheerin wasn't so sure. Because Nindi's father-in-law is not home.

Curious as well as afraid that Sheerin now felt. He wondered what the man would do next. But Sheerin was afraid that the person would hurt himself later if he was found out.

The kreeek!

The door was opened by the man, his voice was smooth, he opened it slowly. Then close it slowly again.

Sheerin came out of his hiding place, walked around, grabbed his phone which had just been charged by a few percent, then approached the window. He pulled out the curtain that covered the window. Sheerin could see though it was not very clear the face of the person, as he was about to turn towards the side yard of this Bima's sister's house.

And that man was Luis' uncle, his father Bima's brother. Sheerin's not looking at people wrong. What would he do in the middle of the night like this?

There was a strange feeling that prompted Sheerin to follow Luis. His curiosity was now greater than his fear.

Sheerinpun followed him secretly.

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