Take Me Off
TAKE ME OFF | 52
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"Oh my goodness, where are you from? Why is it raining like this?" Mother Farah ran in a hurry to approach her daughter who was soaking wet.
Outside it was very heavy rain from this afternoon, and until now at 10 pm, the rain did not stop. Mother Farah was worried because her daughter had not come home. But his worries became even more when Nayra suddenly hugged him tightly.
"Darling, Nay, why are you, son?" ask Mother Farah to worry.
Notya replied, Nayra even more crying hearing her mother's question. Dearly, Mother Farah rubbed Nayra's trembling back. Waiting patiently, her daughter to stop crying.
"Darling is not papa, there is nothing you need to fear. There's still Mother, son. Mother will always be there for you." said Mother Farah calming.
In that instant Nayra also cried bitterly. Her cries were heartbreaking, making anyone who heard her cry. Mother Farah's eyes are already teary, her heart is very tight. I don't know what happened to her daughter to cry like this.
10 Minutes passed. Nayra's cry never subsided. Mother Farah distanced her body, cupping her daughter's cheek that was as pale as a corpse.
"Don't cry" said Mother Farah as she wiped away her daughter's tears. Instead of stopping, the tears were flowing.
"Nay can't, Bun. Her tears kept coming out." said Nayra, continuing to wipe her tears with the back of her hand.
Mother Farah smiled. "The tears of his eyes are naughty, they come out."
With still a breath, Nayra nodded her head. "Nay can't take Bun. Nay's heart hurts. It hurts so much."
Mother Farah pulled her daughter back into her arms. Giving a warm hug, hoping with a hug can make his daughter much calmer.
"Cry as much, son. Eject everything. But the same promise Mother, tomorrow you will not cry again. Forget everything. Forget what you've been through right now."
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After Nayra took a bath, and changed into warm clothes. Now the girl was lying on the bed, accompanied by her mother who fondly stroked her hair.
"Mother here, Nay. Don't cry anymore. Go to sleep, it's night." said Mother Farah.
Nayra looked at her mother's face. Both of his hands continued to hold the hand of his mother who felt warm. Her eyes began to close.
Before actually leaving, Mother Farah kissed her forehead soft Nayra, and lastly she turned off the light switch, leaving only the sleeping lights on.
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"Jeng Ila did not know that her son had just held an engagement party." the voice over there made Sheila even more confused. He did not understand what his social friend was saying.
"What does Jeng Hana mean?" sheila asked, not understanding.
"Yaampun Jeng, the news has spread widely, Jeng Ila did not know."
"What news?" greg Sheila still doesn't understand.
"Try Jeng once watching tv, or see the instagram that is again viral. Let me know the news." said the friend while giggling.
Sheila was infuriated, upset that she turned off her phone unilaterally. Let his friend be upset. Who told you to talk like that.
Sheila threw her phone on the bed. Lately his grandson is very fussy, so he has no time to dabble in social media. But because of her high curiosity, Sheila finally opened her Instagram account. The first thing he saw was a picture of his son kneeling before a girl. I don't know who the girl is, this photo must have made her blood rise to the crown. The photo was taken two days ago.
What the fuck? Why did his son's profile picture become like this? Sheila menscrool down. The photos were posted on her son's Instagram account. Then Sheila turned on the tv, the thin screen now displays gossip where her son is proposing to a girl.
Sheila throws the TV remote in annoyance. Why didn't anyone tell him?! sheila screams in her heart.
It's all because of Matteo. It was fitting that her husband forbade her to watch television, it turned out that this was the real reason.
"MAS." Sheila screamed with a reddened face. Now he needs an explanation. Explanation of what happened. He does not want to have a son-in-law anymore, Devina is enough to be his proud daughter-in-law.
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