Status I Never Wanted

Kangen Flavour

A few hours later my daughter and I arrived at the front of the house. Then we started to enter our house.

Chequek...

The door I opened. Once the door has opened perfectly. Then my daughter started to step on her feet. Along with my same self - the same as stepping foot into the house.

Bugs...

the sound of my daughter's body being accidentally thrown on the sofa. Maybe because the journey is quite far and make the body pegel and tired. Finally my daughter just laid her body on the sofa.

I was just shaking - the whirring of my daughter's behavior and behavior. And after I shake my head. I sat down on the sofa near my daughter.

I feel tired and tired today. Because I rode my own motorbike from where I had been until I got to my house.

There was also a sense of tiredness and fatigue when I met the man. Fatigued because he always cornered me with his words and tired because he did not want to give up on me in the least.

My breath is with me at this moment. Until I finally realized that I had closed my eyes, then fell asleep by myself.

While my daughter was the same, she also fell asleep on the sofa she was sleeping on. A few minutes later, I opened my eyes again.

Look around me. After I looked around. Until finally my eyes were on my daughter who was asleep so soundly.

Then came speech for the sake of the man's words earlier. The one who did not ask me to look and hug his daughter. Sad, that's how I felt seeing how my daughter never saw her papah during her birth and until now she never knew what her papa face was like.

He was afraid I was angry or even wouldn't talk to him anymore. Especially after she found out what it was like to lose me for a year. When I had a mental disorder.

And since then my daughter has not asked anything about the figure of her father and the papah who accompanied her for one year with a lot of love for me and my daughter.

Until I was finally overwhelmed by that love. Which turned out to be just a charade so that his plan could be implemented.

Then I had to lose the son I was born with. And to this day I have never seen my son's face.

I felt awkward and curious about how my son's life after my son was forcibly taken from me. Always with me every day I go through.

If only I knew the foul intentions of my second husband at that time. I better get out of that guy's life. At last my son may still be with me.

And I can still see her growing up well, always by my side and my daughter. And what I want more is that I can hug him, advise him, joke with him, scold him when he makes a mistake but his anger still contains a directive so that my son does not do that again. Which made me angry with him.

Seriate...

Today the author is again good, give up his afternoon.

The author also wants advice. Make his schedule up better when. Let the author match in the same way you want him when up every day. Is it morning, afternoon, afternoon or kah malem. Try giving advice to the author nice up it when. Let you wait for him also have certainty.

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