SURVIVING BECAUSE OF STATUS

THE REPEATED WOUND.

I set foot in a place where I was happy and hurt, my heart was uncomfortable, I really wanted to run away not wanting to see the faces that caused this injury.

this man without feeling guilty continued to drag me into the house, holding my hand firmly.

"are you tired? " the questions he asked from the moment we sat on the plane to landing, to the time we got to the front of the house.

countless times.My answer is the same, "silent".

Rania's father held the handle and turned it slowly, the door opened

"come on baby, you must be missing our house"

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.in this house I left it because I didn't want to be hurt, now without any explanation he forced me back.

"assalamu'alaikum" his father Rania spoke, opening the door wider.no answer, is this house no one occupies after my departure?

"waalaikumsalam.. "sounds an answer from within. who? that question seemed to be looming over me.

someone approached the door, but Tini this woman is still loyal apparently.

"my mother shafira" he said as if he could not believe what he saw.His hand closed his mouth wide open.

"mother how are you? " he hugged me tightly, sounding a subtle huff from her.he was still as sincere as ever.

"mom don't go again I'm sorry if anything goes wrong" still with the same joke.

My departure had nothing to do with this woman, but she was clearly apologetic. While what makes my heart hurt to have to leave this house is ordinary without the slightest guilt.

"Syafira.. my son "I took off Tini's arms, saw the source of the voices of the two people I most wanted to meet, the one who was the reason for my return.

I know the whereabouts of the father here from the fatih bang

"father. mother." I approached them. I knelt at mother's feet.

"forgive shafira ma'am" I cried, as tight as I felt

"wake up, you shouldn't have to go. There's a father and a mother.that will be where you share your joys and sorrows".

I woke up I hugged my mother, we were together teary-eyed. there must be mixed longing.

someone gently rubbed my back.

" father.. "I changed to embrace him. I shed all longing that long buried.likeness, and sad mixed.want me to get all words of forgiveness and forgiveness from both.

"we waited for you for almost three years here, hoping our proud son would come home tomorrow, waiting without clarity, after almost despair. The Lord hints at your whereabouts through the pain of your husband" silent for a moment

"Mother is happy, it turns out that you and Rania are healthy, but the sadness is back, you don't want to go home even just to let go of this old miss" the shoulder of this proud man of mine shakes.

so much sadness I make for them, my success does not necessarily make them happy, instead I torment them with sadness.

God, what a nickname is appropriate for me. An ungodly child may still not be enough.

"forgive fira sir. "my stuff is getting.

"it's okay, now the fira is home, the father is happy, after this is good both with your husband.he's a man who loves you more than the father's love."

why did the father defend him.what did this man do so that he got the privilege, from the father.

"sad shower first yuk, we from a long trip must be tired.you miss the same room you are? "destroyer of the atmosphere.I'm sure he now feels above the wind because the defense that the father just said.

don't expect me to obey him kindly to a husband like him, I don't want to never forget in memory, the nicks of the wounds he made are perfectly painted. Leaving traces that cannot be erased easily.

the perfect work of betrayal.

"clean yourself, we wait to eat together" a sincere smile appeared on the face of the father.This man is thinner body.so also with the mother.what I have missed for three years

go away after saying goodbye to them.

My room stays the same. Nothing changed from the last time I left this place.I saw a file lined up neatly.dossier of divorce papers and proof of transfer as well as marriage certificate and savings book. still lined up like never touched in the slightest.just a little dusty.

"i didn't let anyone in this room, just this morning I told you to change the sheets" couldn't she have been quiet for a while. every word that came out of her lips made me want to stuff that mouth into silence.

"the divorce papers that you left behind I didn't touch, this piece of paper is proof of how much you want to get away from me. I won't allow it to go anywhere. Because I can't be separated from you" the lie is this man. Just hear it I'm sick of it.

"stead off, I've prepared hot water "sharp eyes I've directed.

without a word I stepped into the bathroom. His ignorant face as long as he picked me up was gone changing his meek attitude like before.

"Where are you" the question that I was able to stand before my feet stepped into the bathroom.Save the pain first, before I reply to them.

"there, take a shower and come down later you'll meet him" asshole! why would he brag if it would only add to my heartache. Goddamn it, damn you with that woman.

Down down after finishing with the bathroom business. fresher after soaking even if only briefly.

From the top of the stairs I saw a stifling sight. A woman covered in hijab was busy at the dinner table serving her father and mother while Mas Amir held a son.

mbak Tini, just as busy as that woman.

my steps slowly down the stairs.Everything at the table turned towards me. Andara., as I expected, has changed appearance now.

Does she want to look perfect in her husband's eyes.Oh, if it wasn't for my father and mother, I wouldn't have set foot in this house again.

God, why do they never endlessly hurt me. As if Mas Amir forced me home just wanted to show their affection in front of me.

"what's the news of mbak syafira" he said in a soft voice and sounded polite in my ears.

"as you see I'm good, are you sad to see me back in this house" I asked cynically.

"i'm happy with the arrival of this house" liar!!!

"introduce that dear aunt syafira, Hi aunt" Mas Amir introduced the boy about two years of age. They are happy, they are fine.I am slumped away only to remove the wounds of betrayal.I who fall awake build my own life.while they are happy on top of my suffering.

And now forcing me back only for him to make an audience for the harmony of his household.Is there any human being more cruel than them?.

Well, for the next few days I have to endure, for the sake of my revenge on the men and women who destroy my happiness, it must pay off.

I am the one who tears from suffering while those who are crushed are triumphant over the pain that hurts me. Do not forget the distended stomach of my husband's young wife, adding to the buried lump of hate.

True said bang Fatih this woman is pregnant with her second child, I want to congratulate her aloud. For his happiness now and for the perfection of their betrayal.

“later finish eating do not forget the medicine, sir.” The woman gave two kinds of drugs that were placed in a small bowl-shaped place of glass.

“thank you son, you just sit down now there is a shafira that will replace your duty, much rest. Later you tired” sounds like a father's speech to his biological child, even though this woman is only my madam. Mas Amir's young wife. He's the man in my family but my father's attitude is more valuable than mine.

I should have legally divorced that man. Until the end of the trial that confirmed my status as a widow. It's not just leaving divorce papers that Rania's father never signed. Stupid me.

“it's okay, mbak fira will just come, let him rest first, later I will tell you the prescription of medicine for tak” he replied gently. Lots of changes the woman, softer, good language.the appearance closes the aurat. At first glance it looks like a Sholehah woman.

“seems like you changed a lot huh, even my parents think of you more than I am his own biological son, oh yes. You are a woman who lacks affection I forgot” I know this speech is inappropriate, but let me finish this hatred.

“silence Syafira,,,!!!! I never taught you to speak disrespectfully. You should have taken over your duties. Because you are more responsible ” my father's voice rises. The atmosphere of the dining table instantly became tense.

I can't believe everyone who stood up to me turned against me. My father's sharp gaze has broken my heart now, I've never been treated like this before. I hold back the tears that want to race.

At a glance, the boy hugged Rania's father tightly. My heart hurts really sick. Even Rania will get unfair treatment from her father. This woman took everything from me and Rania. I can't stay still.

“why are you all defending this cheap woman, she who has ruined my household. Taking my happiness by force” I can't hold back my anger. It's up to them to defend the woman more, I don't care. I shed my tears.

“the woman you say cheap has replaced your duty so far, you should apologize and thank her, do not insult her.

Well he took everything from my life even my own father

“well, thank you for ruining my life. Sorry to return may make you uncomfortable after this, satisfied you have added to my suffering?” I said to the woman, my gaze sharp, my eyes reddened because this liquid I could not stand anymore. He just looked down. I don't know what to think. Mother, mas Amir and mbak tini just silence no one interrupts my conversation with father.

“foolishly I just realized, the theatrics you guys are playing are perfect, pretending to be sick, pretending to be mentally in front of me, even with a cry of regret that turned out to be just a tool to make me believe in all this. I hate you guys.” I got up from the dinner table walking with endless tears of pain.

“syafira...”soft voice of my husband.

“mbak...”that's the voice of the female lead in my household.

I closed the door so they would know that I am a human being with feelings, not a person who can be fooled continuously.

“sayang..” The man rubbed my head covered in hijab. I pat her hand rough, I don't want her to touch me.

“talk well father yes,, his pity, later his illness relapse” I wipe my tears rough. I look at your husband sharply. Even my father was sick I don't know. What their real purpose is.

“if you know this, you should not have to force me home, you and the woman have no end to hurt me” my tears cannot heal my disappointment. About the people closest to me who pay attention to him. What they didn't tell me.

“down again yes, you just met him so be nice, they still miss you, whatever he says just listen. all parents want the best for their children” the only person who supports me is this man.but unfortunately my heart already hates.

For the sake of father, this man's words have a point as well.

“still another month sir, he said it was the fastest time, can not be accelerated again.I feel guilty about the same fira if it is too long here. More misunderstanding later” voice Youara caught my senses.

Who is he talking about. What does. Cih, what do I care. I don't want to know his business either. So whatever.

“it's okay let the father explain to syafira later. This is just a misunderstanding” father's answer. The soft voice lost his anger, maybe his anger has subsided.

“sit here son,,,” said he realized I was patting the sofa next to him. I sat close to each other, eliminating my anger to keep my father feeling.

“Amir doesn't explain anything to you?” ask father. How he explains it. His presence only disturbs my calm. Fuck that man. When there was a father, he was calm. I'm shaking. Andara Kulirik. He's looking down deep. She has her shame too.

“since your departure, father and mother are sick. Ahirnya Amir brought us here because closer to the regional hospital, you know yourself in the village there is no hospital, the puskesmas” pak began to explain.

“six months we are here. Amir was busy taking care of everything. Ngurus gapak, ngurus company, still plus work in the office. He did not have time to take care of himself.ahirnya stomach acid rose. He was taken to the hospital. The woman came to offer to take care of both of us. At first I refused, because I did not know him”.

Since the marriage of mas amir with Andara, the father of the same mother only heard his name. No need to introduce it, either.

a little bit of a surprise listening to my father's story. What is the purpose of doing this.

“dia insisted, the reason is because she wants to make amends for all her mistakes with you. Your departure cannot be separated from its share. That's what he said back then.we whistled loudly resisting. And this woman doesn't care, she took care of us until now. Taking over your responsibilities as a child.”

“We have no blood ties. But this woman sincerely takes care of us just to make amends for you” really I can't understand this woman's way of thinking. Doesn't he already have a whole amir mas. My dead-end mind was forced into free thinking.

“Mas amir can't go back to me mbak, because he's already three me if mbak forget the incident of that time” the woman's words as if punching hard my heart.

How could I forget their status. So who's the father of the child I held Amir yesterday. And the baby this woman conceived.

Note: it feels great that the author can update again, an infinite thank you to those of you who are still faithfully waiting for the continuation of this story.

*if anyone is disappointed with the decision of syafira apologize author can not follow your will one by one.

The author has made a frame of mind until the last chapter. Cannot be changed*.

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**Tall three cannot be referred to, unless the male and female parties have each been married again to someone else.

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**Clue her, your husband is not amir not fatih either. the key to the transfer of some money is in this husband andara.who is it?**