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The Rama Asher

Rama Asher

It turned out that fate was still faithfully playing tricks on me, punishing me for my past deeds. At first I was very excited with my son, welcoming Kezia. Wanting to hug her to vent the longing I had endured for so many years. At first I thought our house could be rebuilt because there was our son in our midst. But I was wrong, it was too late, dashed was all my hope.

Kezia's back with a handsome guy I believe is British. At first I thought they were distant relatives or just ordinary friends. It turned out that my guess was wrong, when I saw clearly, the man's hand, was holding onto Kezia's shoulder with great possessiveness.

I'm still trying to get rid of my negative thoughts. I tried to think that the man was just a distant relative of Kezia. In fact, again I was wrong, when Kezia clearly told our son to call the man by papa Erik.

What is the meaning of all this, did they intentionally hurt me. Is it because of this, Kezia is masking my identity as my son's biological father. Is it because of this, Kezia is covering up her virginity from me. Replacing his biological father to papa Erik. Shit, what do they all mean? Why would one compact family play me. First Vania, second Kezia and Adrian, really three brothers who successfully played my life.

What's more when I see my son crying in front of my eyes for the first time. He cried because he didn't want to have another father besides me. May I be a little happy and grateful to have a son like him. At least I still have Ethan, and I'm sure Ethan would prefer me to Kezia. I wouldn't be too hard, if I asked for Ethan's custody, to fall for me. I won't let my son have another father besides me.

My son's tears began to stop when I convinced him that his father was only Papa Rama. A child as small as my son does not accept if his father is replaced with another man. What else I am, I certainly will not accept my son calling papa but myself.

I ventured over to Kezia and her new man. I wanted to take him away from that guy right then and there. But I said it, I realized, maybe with me he was suffering. On the contrary with the man I know named Erik, he can make Kezia happy.

Our eyes clashed with each other, I saw Kezia's tears flowing from her hazel eyes so beautiful. I wanted to wipe her tears, but again I paused my intentions. He's no longer mine, we're just ex-husbands and wives. I no longer have any rights for Kezia.

I try to stretch out my hand and greet him. "Hi, long time no see, how are you, Kezia" I said to my ex-wife with my best smile. While Kezia did notya return my hand, she instead cried a mouthful in Adrian's arms. I just smiled and I hid my hand behind my pants.

"Ethan, greet your mother, son," I asked my son.

"Mama," he called Kezia, causing Kezia to cuddle with our son.

Such is the short drama of a family that has been divided. Later, Adrian and Kezia ask Ethan to come home with them. But I was surprised and did not expect, if my son invited me to come with him. Of course I was confused, on the other hand I wanted to avoid Kezia. But on the other hand I don't want to disappoint my son.

If I'm to be honest, I'm very hurt and want to be alone for now. My heart is like a thousand knives but it does not bleed. I don't think I'm strong enough to be close to Kezia. Whether there was Erik among us, I really couldn't see it.

"Papa's son! Ethan's coming home with mama, huh? Papa's still a lot of work. Papa promised to see Ethan, after your work is done, would you love?" I say softly to my son, fearing to hurt him.

"Where's the work going? Papa don't stay with Ethan anymore. Papa has to promise to go back to Ethan, "my son said, turning the corner of my heart ached. I nodded, it only took me a few days to recover my heart and mind. After that, I'll take my son and I'll take him home.

"Pope promise, son! Papa's gonna buy you more toys than you do at home, you want?" my mother, thank goodness she let me.

The three of them just glanced at me without a word, while taking my son away. Even I saw clearly, Erik started to approach my son. I was so jealous, the fear was obviously there. I was afraid that man would also snatch my son away from me. I'm not gonna let that happen. Kezia and Ethan are the perfection of my heart. Half of my heart has Erik taken from me. I won't let the remaining half, he'll take it from me.

For now I will give up, and allow their time to be together. But if they separate me from my son. Don't think a Rama Asher would let it go.

"Dada, papa," cried my son in the car.

"Close the window, boy! That's very dangerous" I cried, replying to my son's hand.

After that, I went from where I was standing, to the car park. Get in my car and drive it at high speed. My head is so dizzy, I need sleeping pills to rest my heavy mind.

Not long after, I arrived at my luxurious house. Looking at my slightly chaotic state, the Goddess who was still in my home worried me. I asked him not to pay me any attention. I also asked him to return to his old house to take care of my son. I trust everything to my son's nanny. He is my current confidant to look after my son.

"Kezia's back, Ethan's taken by her. I'm asking you to help me, please take care of my son. Maybe for a while I wanted to be alone," I told him before I took my foot into my room and locked it from the inside.

Even I told whoever was in this house not to bother me. I also turned off my phone. I really want to be alone without anyone bothering me. Confined in the room, lamenting the very cruel nipp that befell me.

"Aaaarrrrrrrrrk, "fuck you all, you son of a bitch."

I screamed loudly, thankfully my room was soundproof. My voice could not be heard outside my room. Am I crazy? Yes, I am crazy and stupid. What kind of man am I, so that it can be hurt by two sisters.

What if my circumstances are heard in the media. My news will be a trending topic. A Rama Asher, the most successful businessman turned out to be nothing more than a loser and coward. Who can only run away and hide from the problems of love. Just imagine that I've been slicing myself with my rice.

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