Should I forgive

Old wounds

In the evening Prasetyo invites Regan to go to a pleasant place.

That's where Regan can play. It was a common place for men to spend time after a busy day at work.

"You like it?" Prasetyo asked his son.

"Like om. Do you come here often?" regan asked while sitting next to him.

"One Sunday I love to come here. It's a place for men to seek imagination." Prasetyo said as he patted Regan on the shoulder.

"I mean Om?"

"You will also understand after marriage" Prasetyo said as he stood up.

"We're playing now!"

"Come, who's afraid" Regan said as she stood and walked beside Prasetyo.

Regan stands next to the pool table and starts playing the game.

There are only men and no women. Even the waitresses who served them were also men.

Nadiya had a video call with Prasetyo when he came home late, and he saw all the male preachers, not even a single female there.

It calmed him down and let Prasetyo spend his time there when he needed refreshing.

Sasha's room.

Nadiya had planned to make Sasha part of her family. And now a lawyer is waiting in Nadiya's office.

This was discussed with Prasetyo, and he agreed. They feel sorry for Sasha who is alone and has no one.

And they will make Sasha part of his family in writing and officially.

Nadiya enters Sasha's room and searches for the file.

The study desk she used to use apparently did not exist. Finally Nadiya looked for a drawer near his bed.

After the letter met then, later if Sasha has returned home, will be discussed with him.

Nadiya pulled the drawer open. And just then his hand began to search for the file and accidentally his eyes were drawn to a small, closed figura.

Slowly, Nadiya then turned the figura around,

Deg.

His heart stopped for a moment.

Her pliers became frozen and stiff.

His breath becomes hunting.

That face.

A face she misses so much but also so much she hates.

The face that changed his entire life.

His hands were trembling because he never expected it.

Lkraang!

The figura fell and broke.

Just then Prasetyo came home and heard something breaking from Sasha's room, Prasetyo went inside.

Nadiya still stood like a statue.

His feet were bleeding and injured.

Prasetyo who saw the blood on his leg then approached him and was confused to see his attitude.

"Your feet are bleeding Nadiya!" prasetyo then took the medicine box near Sasha's bed.

"What's wrong? Wh why? What's going on?"

Nadiya then showed a picture figura that fell on the floor.

Prasetyo took the figura.

Prasetyo then looked at the figura he was holding.

His eyes were fixed on Sarah and Sasha's smiling face. The photo was taken while they were in America.

Seen from a background that is easily recognized by Prasetyo. He lived long abroad so he memorized some of the places that were there.

"This is a picture of Sarah and Sasha. Sarah is Sasha's mother. Don't you know? And why are you surprised like that?" Prasetyo asked looking at Nadiya's frozen face.

"Do you know his mother?" Nadiya asked as she tried to catch her breath.

"of course. They lived in our home in America for a long time. Mother who brought them home." said Prasetyo then put the figura into the drawer.

"How could this possibly happen?"

"Whatchu mean? I don't get it. But I need to treat your leg immediately. Your leg's scratched by broken glass."

Prasetyo then cleans Nadiya's wounds and treats them.

"I'm going to tell auntie to clean this room." Prasetyo.

"Why didn't you ever say it?" Tanya Nadiya tried to hold back her tears.

"Said what? Say it clearly. What's actually going on? You suddenly become sad and weird like this?" Prasetyo asked while holding Nadiya in his room.

"Let's go to the room first. This is gonna be cleaned up with aunt."

Nadiya then fell in his room. While Prasetyo came out to call the party's aunt to clean Sasha's room.

Nadiya was alone in her room with a deep sadness. He was so beaten and hurt.

The wound was felt after many years.

How could all this possibly happen? Sasha is the son of my husband's mistress? And I took care of her from her being a kid?

Prasetyo even knows his mother and they live in one house. I take care of him, the boy..is Ardy's flesh blood?

How could I not know all this after all these years? Why did I never ask who his mother was?

And if I knew, I wouldn't have accepted it. That face still hurts every time I remember it.

And after finding out that Sasha is the daughter of my husband's affair? I can't possibly take it...

I couldn't see her face, because she had an affair with Ardy and Sarah, my best friend...

Prasetyo doesn't know any of this. Should I tell him? Or should I forgive her mother's guilt and accept her daughter.

Nah!

I can't be haunted by the sadness of the past anymore.

I don't want every time I see Sasha my heart gets scratched.

How-how long?

How long can I pretend?

I have to do something. I'll stay on the same spot every time the wound opens.

I'll be back in the same mourning every time I see it.

Nah!

I don't want that to happen and my household to be torn apart.