Status I Never Wanted

Faint - faint

My daughter and I decided to go home. About an hour and a few minutes later my daughter and I were home.

As usual my daughter always sleeps on the sofa after the road. Until the habit is often done when he came home from the street.

While I go straight to my room. When I was in the room. I then contemplated the moment I saw the woman.

"Em. If so, it means he lives around here, but if not my hopes and desires to meet my son less and less. I haven't seen that woman in over ten years. Today whoever that woman was I want her to give me back my son. Hiks... hiks... hiks.." My reflection when I remember the incident. To the point that I could not let out my tears.

It is very sad and sad to remember the events of my son's forced take by my second husband and his first wife from me.

I have been lied to by the status of his only wife. But I was his second wife. Plus the son I was born with they took from me.

"What's my fault? why is my fate like this? do I deserve to say p.....r and j...g? when I don't know what about my husband's original status. Remembering the woman's words used to make me very sad." My inner voice as I cried remembered all that.

This is an old wound but it still imprints and sticks in me. The worry and worry I feel right now. Tension ensued when I began to be unable to control myself.

"Argh... "

The uncontrollable sound of my screams. Until even my sleeping daughter woke up from her sleep. Not when he heard my screams.

"What a sound" said my daughter who woke up talking to herself.

"Argh.argh...argh..."

"Prank.. prank..."

"Ah. mama... Mamah" shouted hysterically my daughter called out to me as she ran quickly towards my room.

When my daughter arrived at my doorstep. He first set his breathing irregular because of running.

"Huh. huh..."

A few seconds later, he knocked on my door and called me.

"Tok.. tok.."

"Mah. mama..open the door"

There was no answer at all until finally the knock on the door turned into a loud bang.

"Dor. dor..."

"Mah. mah.. open this I mah... Hiks... hiks... hiks... mah I beg open mamah do not get rich so it is.. consciously... mah... consciously... calm yourself mamah.. hiks... hiks.." said my daughter tried to wake me up while she was not asked to directly shed her tears.

Faint - faint in my subconscious I hear someone's voice when my anger can't control me. The voice was trying to keep me from being like this. But I don't know whose voice it is that has been trying to resuscitate and defuse my anger.

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