Sorry Boss, I Love U

Sorry Boss, I Love U
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For five years now, Tasya has HIV Aids.


It's been ruined her artist life, ever since.


Mother told me a little about the beginning of my brother suffered from this terrible disease.


Since parting with Angga in a state of pregnancy first the same as me, Tasya more rarely come home. and every home must be in a state of heavy drunkenness and go home among different men every day.


Sometimes old and bald men with distended stomachs, sometimes ABG men and sometimes men the age of Angga.


Every time he came home, he never wanted to go home where he lived with Angga. Kaka did not want Angga to see him come home with different men - different.


In the sis bag is always full of money when he comes home, and the mother also covers the behavior of the sister of Angga to just be able to enjoy the money that you get.


So that finally the child in the womb of the sister is born with a disorder that requires the child to undergo dialysis every one Sunday.


That's where finally revealed a secret that has been hidden to everyone including father and mother. That Angga is not the real father of the child.


Ahirnya Angga was angry and decided to divorce from Tasya a few days after the incident.


Angga felt loved and sick once a day, the desired child born from the womb of his wife was not his biological child, while Angga had abandoned me who was pregnant with a real biological child.


Finally, the child is not taken care of by Brother and was instead entrusted to the orphanage and before long the baby died.


Sister behavior never changed after divorce from Angga, even more so every day.


So that one day my sister often gets sick - sick but does not stop there, she still goes home and goes from home with a different man - different.


Until one day my sister fainted and was taken to the hospital, and the doctor sentenced HIV Aids for my sister.


All efforts of father and mother do for the recovery of brother, sampi - until the goods and savings of brother ludes for brother medical and goods - goods and houses are also sold and pawned.


Yes God . . .


This is my family's life.


Unstoppable again my tears heard the story from mother, Angga hugged me and occasionally rubbed my back patiently.


While the father bowed deeply and shed his tears.


Now because they no longer charge ahirnya brother forced to be treated at home by making a special room for him in isolation there.


only his body was lying there, but his body would no longer occupy him.


" Feed it we came looking for you son, it's possible that with your forgiveness your sister could go quietly "ask mom with her writing to me.


" Mom, I have forgiven all the mistakes of my brother, brother is no longer wrong to me Mom "my words with back again I hug the old body and old body back.


Then with the four of us before, we coordinated with the regional hospital where my parents lived to bring my brother and care for him there intensively.


Although the doctor said that there was no hope anymore, but at least we have tried.


Father and mother asked Angga to temporarily move into a house that was deliberately in Angga contract for father and mother to live temporarily.


While our house with the permission of the father and mother to be renovated by being leveled with the ground first.


" Well, you're going to spend a lot of money on that" I whispered to Angga when he proposed the idea to both of my parents.


" It's okay, baby. They are also my parents, the parents of a great woman like you whom I love so much "he said with a kiss on my forehead


" Thank God, you give this angel-hearted husband to be my soul mate "my thanks in this heart.


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