SHINE of My Love KAMELIA At the End of Dusk

MINDEDNESS

Kemil was still holding Kamelia's hand along the factory hall to her study.

It was not only Misya's speech that made her furious and angry. But the words of a factory worker can also interfere with his mind.

And that was also what Kamelia felt at that time. To him, it was enough of him to endure everything. He wished his daughter, Milka, to be free from all blasphemy and insults.

He knew that he hated the bad that Toni had done to him. But it is also undeniable that the milk is the fruit of the evil.

Not only him, but Kemilnya also loved Milkanya very much.

"Darling... Whatever Misya said earlier, don't think about it. Ii'm sorry... I'm wrong for all this." Kemil lirih.

"There's nothing wrong, honey... It's all happening." Kamelia was still in her daydream.

Though Misya's words were like a slashing and tearing at her heart, not a single tear fell from her round and beautiful eyes.

If I hadn't gotten Misya involved back then, she probably wouldn't have known that Milka wasn't my son.

I was wrong, baby... I couldn't protect you and Milka from the start...

Kemil looked at Kamelia's eyes. He's like he's hurt without bleeding.

"I beg you, honey... Speak on... Don't be quiet like this." Kemil grabbed the hand of Kamelia who was holding her little daughter.

"Darling... I'm fine..." Kamelia looked at Kemil with a calm look. But his gaze was empty.

"Darling... Looks like Milka's thirsty... I'll suckle him for a minute." Kamelia lirih.

"Yes already... You put Milka on my desk... Let me wait here." said Kemil.

Kamelia nodded and then got up from the sofa towards Kemil's work chair. He turned the chair against the wall and turned his back to Kemil.

Although Kemil had put a laptop in front of him, but none of the work he completed.

For more than half an hour, Milka had just released a natural pacifier on her mother's chest. Kamelia tidied up her clothes and returned to the sofa.

"Darling... You why?" Kamelia was astonished to see her husband leaning against the sofa holding his head.

Kemil was a little surprised by his wife's call. With a wave, Kemil tidied his hair that was slightly disheveled because it was made by himself earlier.

Frustrated with the words of the worker this morning, Kemil did not know what to do other than to rub his own head and face rough.

"Are you still thinking about the worker's words?" Kamelia tried to guess what her husband was thinking as she sat down in Kemil's seat.

Kamelia put Milka to sleep on the round table in front of her with a thick blanket of Milka.

"What are you too?" Kemil looked into Kamelia's eyes. He took Kamelia's purple bangs and stuck them into Kamelia's earlobe.

"Yes... You're correct. At the right time, we'll question it." Kemil rubbed Kamelia's cheek and was about to get up from her seat.

"I'll question him today." Kemil undoes his intention to get up and look fixed on his wife's face.

"Are you sure, honey?"

"Yes... I wonder about their past relationships. And our parents' over-the-top attitude towards Toni is confusing me." Kamelia seemed tired of thinking about all that.

"That's because..."

"Because Toni misunderstood me? Because Misya tried to influence him? That's why you mean it, baby?" Kamelia cut Kemil's speech.

Kemil just fell silent. What Kamelia said was indeed what she had in mind.

He only trusts Kamelia, so he allows Toni to meet Milka. But it must be different from the minds of their parents.

"But have you never thought, dear? Ground excuse, Toni was about to kill your papa. Why did papa you forget about it? Why didn't your dad talk about it? I was raped, but my dad accepted her instead? What the hell is it? Who's Toni? Who's Rianti's mother?" Kamelia was unable to hide her intelligence.

"Also cuc...? Grandchild mean? Is Toni your grandfather's grandson?" Kamelia was getting excited by the riddle before her.

"Why doesn't everyone want to tell us? Why is everyone keeping their mouths shut, baby?" Kamelia started sobbing.

Kemil grabbed Kamelia's shoulder and grabbed her by the body. He dyed the crowns of Camellia hoping his wife could calm down.

Meanwhile, in Kemil's mind there was not a single question Kamelia did not bother him.

"We need to know today, baby... My papa mama will be here later too. They have to answer. I don't want this to affect Milka one day." Camellia is getting sobbing in the arms of Kemil.

the feeling he had been holding back from earlier, finally came off as well.

Kemil gently rubbed Kamelia's shoulder trying to calm his wife's heart.

If the past does not let you go, then dare your heart to expel the past...

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