Pasung Tuan Muda's

44. The Man Who Made My Life Destroyed

Marissa POV

“Assalammualikum ..” my bro gently as I looked at the middle-aged woman in front, looking from her body like a fright.

“Wa’alaikumsallam ..” answers restrained.

“Bi, why bengong so?” ask me while staring at the face of the other person.

“Daddy, I want to apologize in advance, because I can't prevent Mr. Revan from entering.”

“Already, Bi, don't be in trouble again. I know very well what his nature is. Oh, yes, what else would that bastard man come to this house?”

For a moment the conversation stopped, Bi Ira seemed very nervous to explain everything she wanted to say. I said softly and did not frighten him, for I knew very well what he was feeling.

“I-this, Nyah. Tuan gave this cake to Non Anissa,” he replied as he pointed at a very large plastic bag.

“For what else he gave Anissa like this, hasn't he been hands off to take care of my son?!” pekikku a little stiff.

“Mama, no emotions, dong. Kan, all is not wrong Aunt too,” sambar Anissa from the doorway of the room.

By touching my forehead with both hands, I walked and sat on the chair.

“Not so, son, but mama no longer wants to deal with that bastard's man.”

“Who is the bastard? Mama hates him so much that she cannot give him a chance to make amends!” hardik Anissa.

“Non-Non, already, not good against parents,” Bi Ira's divorce while holding Anissa's body.

“Bi, Allah is the Creator, He who rules and can turn the hearts of all his servants can give an apology. Who are we? God!?”

“Darling, not so mama meant,” I replied clarifying.

“It turns out that Mama's heart is still shrouded in hatred. It is our goal to avenge it on him, but do not Mama continue to do this.”

Without being able to say, I also tried to raise my body while walking to meet the princess just my way. However, when I got to the doorway, he instead closed his room very quickly.

Using my right hand, I knocked on the door several times. “Nissa, open the door, Nak.”

“Udahlah, Ma, follow Mom's blind ego.”

“Honey, don't you, son. Mama is sorry if you are offended,” I say expectantly.

“Father, just let Non Anissa rest. If we make it too depressed, his soul will be disturbed,” said Bi Ira mediated.

“Iya, Bi, thank you. Forgive me for not being able to control emotions.” Hopefully, I hugged the middle-aged woman in front.

“Yes, Nyah, all men are places of sin. And we are just part of it all, don't blame each other,” he replied softly.

We moved and left the front door. Bi Ira headed for her resting place, I opened the door by staring at a huge plastic bag.

Feeling very curious, I went out of the room and headed back to the living room. Right on the couch, I sat down and opened the plastic carefully.

But not for me, but for Anissa, who is my favorite daughter. Even the beautiful moment was twisted back, it felt naive if I did not open the good moments when it was. Although hatred is ingrained, and revenge is soon to come, Revan is the man I once loved.

The figure of the handsome young man I loved in High School. But why, after I got it with the marriage bond, it wasn't all as smooth as I thought. All that remained were tears and fear, imprinted in mere memory.

Without feeling, my tears came out rushing over my cheeks, straight and wading through the sadness with the irony of life that I no longer miss. After that wordless divorce happened, it felt like I was like a woman with no price in this world. Living with a soulmate, who until now still asks, the affection of a father.

The howls of dogs break the silence of the night. Cold air ambushes, and creeps into each pore hole. Not long ago I was sitting, a tapakkan sounding a little teasing and vibrating sofa chair.

Quickly, I wiped away the tears, turned to the left, presenting a beautiful angel who had all this time made me strong to live. It was Anissa.

“Ma, why don't you sleep?” tanyanya while removing the tears that came out of both my eyeballs.

“Mama is not sleepy,” answered me without looking at the other person.

“But it's night, Ma. Tomorrow Mama will go to work again,” her word gives a view.

“Honey, this is a cake for you,” I said as I opened the box.

“This is Mama who bought?” tanyanya.

Without answering, I only shook my head twice. Because I'm not the one who bought the cake. Until now, Revan was the man who understood my favorite doll character when I was a teenager. Same as the one that stuck to the cake.

“Lantas, if this is not Mama who bought it, who?” ask again.

“This gift from Revan.” With his words, I answered.

“Oh,” the response is short, then Anissa closed the plastic bag very tightly.

Before long, Anissa roused her body as she grabbed a plastic bag containing the cake.

“Where are you going, son?” my question is full of search.

“Nissa wants to throw this cake,” she replied.

“Why? You don't like it?”

“Do what we quarrel just because of a cake like this. Better Nissa just throw it away,” she replied.

So I could not usually answer, the body rose from the sofa with a steady look at the face of the child's sayup. It is clear from both eyes, if he really likes the character in the cake. However, it seems like Anissa loves me very much, so she prefers to throw away the gifts from Revan.

“Nak, forgive mama for offending you. You do not need to throw this cake, because this is a gift from Revan.”

“But Nissa doesn't want to see Mama sad with things like this. Honestly, Nissa said that she did not want to defend Om Revan, but the attitude of Mama who lost control when talking about Om Revan.”

“Yes, mama understands it all. Forgive mom who can't put emotions in place.”

“Already, Ma. Don't discuss it again, maybe this is a trial for us so that in the future can behave more mature. Nissa didn't teach Mama about this. Because Nissa knows, Mama's feelings are still broken because of Om Revan's actions. But one thing you have to remember is that Nissa is your biological child. So never say rude, in this house are all women. Have a more sensitive heart than a man.”

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