Teasers In The House

Part 28 I hate Them

POV Hera's

Tired footsteps began to drag, breathing as if almost dying. The throat was so dry I guess, several times coughing from the whack of thirst.

I dropped my body under the shade of a tree. It is a bit scary because the dark still overshadows the late night. But I had no choice. This young body was no longer able to run.

The eyes circulate looking for something that can wet the throat. Fortunately, there was a glass of used mineral water lying by the side of the road. Immediately this hand grabbed and tore the width of the top of the packaging, then downing water to the toilet.

Ah, still less. Water that is only a mouthful is not able to wet the perfect dry throat that feels choked. I threw the plastic cup away in annoyance.

Anxiety crawled my heart, where I would now take shelter. There's no way I'm going back to Arini's house, that bastard's definitely not going to let me stay there anymore.

Arini did not deserve to tell the disgrace of her mother to many people. I thought he was raised by Darwin who knew religion would make him a good boy, but apparently he was brainwashed by his uncle.

It was outrageous that he treated me like an enemy. Didn't Arini realize that I was his mother? He embarrassed his own mother.

I leaned on the body that lost a lot of energy to run away from Bobby's house. I don't want to live behind an iron jar. Right now, disappearing while being my choice.

Huff ....

All gegara Danu. If he could be invited to play beautiful, it would not be this way. The handsome man is not normal brain, just make a scene.

He thought being rejected when the desire peaked was good? Men are insensitive, he should understand and understand my condition.

I closed my eyelids, crossed my daughter-in-law's handsome face. I don't know why there's such a strong charm in him that I can't resist.

It's up to everyone to blaspheme me, but this is a feeling I can't control. Who would have thought that if I fell in love with my own daughter-in-law, I had no intention of damaging my son's household.

"Andu, I'm sorry. But this is all one of your wives who was too presumptuous to see Bobby," I murmured softly withholding indignation.

Yeah, Arini started this. If he hadn't let Bobby come home, it wouldn't have happened. Honestly, I regretted hurting the son-in-law who had reigned in my heart and became my imaginary friend.

Bobby, that guy's too cunning. He used Arini to find me. That man who took Niko away from me, even influenced my son to hate his own mother.

"I'll never stay quiet, Bobby. He's my son, I deserve it." This heart is not willing to return for all that they have taken away.

Bobby, who had been hiding Niko, took my son when I left him. Bobby's nothing more than a loser who snags an innocent child.

They all conspired to drop my pride. They never know what I really feel. I did everything for a much better life, for Niko.

Arini and Bobby have to pay a lot for everything they've done. I won't let their lives settle down. I swear that.

Arini must be crying for her dying husband. Actually I could not bear to make her a widow at a young age, but what she did provoked anger and forced me to vent my frustration to her husband.

No one understood that my heart was crying when I heard the words of rejection coming out of Niko's mouth. The boy who loved me so much has turned out to hate me. Who cares about that? Everyone laughed at me. All insulted me as a shameless woman.

My heart slit as I remembered the words of my son, the son I loved so much. Which mother will not be sad if her child turns ungodly and rejects her presence.

Niko, she is the fruit of my love for Mas Doni, my first husband. The first man who made me crazy about sweet words.

I was sixteen at the time. You could say I got married at a very young age. Mas Doni my lover and teacher when I was still sitting in High School.

Him, the man I admire. He was the first man to make me forget the land. At Mas Doni I gave up my virginity and bore beautiful fruit, namely Niko Son Doni Mahendra.

My love is blind. At an age that is still relatively young and emotionally unstable, I do not care about the status of Mas Doni who has had a wife and children. What matters to me is love.

I was forced to quit school because my pregnancy was starting to grow. For me it's okay to quit school even though my mom and dad were very angry at that time. They hit Mas Doni to school, of course it makes a stir throughout the school and the surrounding community.

News teachers impregnate students inevitably into the spotlight of many media. As a result, Mas Doni was dishonorably fired from his job. Not long ago he divorced from his wife who incidentally a doctor.

Surely his wife did not accept the affair. He was thrown out of the house without bringing anything. You can imagine how depressed he was at that time because he had to lose everything he had for me, a young woman who was new to love.

In my shadow at that time, marriage was a very beautiful thing for me. I can enjoy time with Mas Doni every day, chatting before exploring the sea of romance. It was so beautiful my thoughts.

But it turns out that life is not as beautiful as wishful thinking, what became hope is precisely what I get is the opposite. I guess after marrying Mas Doni, I will get the happiness I imagined.

But the story is reversed. Me and Doni live separately. He lives in his parents' house and I'm still with my mother's father. Yeah, I know Mas Doni's family hasn't been able to accept me. But, what should torment me with a relationship like this?

They always thought of me as a destroyer of people's households. Maybe even the whole village gave me the label 'actor. But I don't care about all these assumptions, for me love is never wrong.

My household ran aground exactly two months after the birth of my son, Niko. Mas Doni dropped three talaqs and took the divorce to court. I can't do anything, I beg for nothing because for him I'm just a fucking carrier.

All the sweet talk and the woo that he once gave me has been lost. There is no more romantic Doni, there is only a heartless Doni. From him I learned how hard life is.

Doni, the man I admire has turned me into a Hera who has neither empathy nor sympathy. This wounded heart is dead.

For what reason do I care about other people's feelings, if they never understand what I feel. As they pleased to label me as an actor, they heartlessly denounced me.

They never knew if their bully against me caused my father an inner burden and fell ill. After almost a week in the hospital, I finally went home.

Who will sustain my family's economy? There are still three of my sisters who need school fees, while the mother is unlikely to work hard because of asthma that often relapses if too accomplished.

I purposely came to the city to change fate, becoming the backbone of the family in place of father. My little Niko Kugendong who was seven years old. No one cares when I'm in confusion at the terminal because I don't know where to go.

I sat down weakly because from the morning the stomach had not filled anything. The cake and drink that I deliberately brought for supplies only I gave to Niko. I don't want him to go hungry. I hugged her body that was soundly asleep in the lap. I kissed her forehead slowly.

He woke up when a clear drop fell on his face. "Why are you crying?" ask Niko at the time. He rose to rub the remaining tears that were still trying to come out.

"Mother's eyes put dust in, son. There was a bus passing by, the dust flew right away." I tried to cover that moment my heart was in turmoil.

My smile widened when a man approached me. He kindly offered me a place to live and work. A few months working at his place, I could send money to my family.

Mas Rahman, the late-married grown man put his heart on me. He also loved Niko. He's a long way from me, but to me it doesn't matter. Life is in sight.

Just before the Eid al-Fitr, he asked me. Of course the golden opportunity will never be wasted. Immediately I nodded my head at his proposal.

Although the heart is not interested in him, but for money I am willing to marry him. For me, the fate of my family is more important than my happiness.

My choice to accept Mas Rahman's proposal I consider the best and right choice. After marrying her, my family life in the village improved. Mother's house has been renovated, my three sisters can go back to school. Even the mother has a grocery kiosk from Mas Rahman.

I really like Mas Rahman. Besides being rich, Mas Rahman was also a friendly and polite person. His delightful battle was able to take the heart of my entire family.

So even the people who used to sneer at the family slowly began to turn out to be good. The generous Mas Rahman often gave away groceries, making them even more respectful to my mother.

Not only that, they approached and confessed brother. Of course there is a desire, especially if not to beg for debt. They never remember the treatment they used to give me. What a shameless thing.

I took a deep breath as I remembered all the kindness of Mas Rahman. Sometimes there is regret sneaking in the heart, but what is my power that is unable to resist the charm of Mas Jack, the mighty man.

I slowly opened this net back. I feel like there's a clear drop falling from the sky. "Damn it! Why is it raining so early!" my curse while standing circulating the view hoping to find a shelter while resting removes fatigue.

Hurry up and take half-running steps, racing with the rain that began to pour. Huff ... I finally found a shelter, in front of a minimarket. Fortunately, I was able to recline this tired body.

In the midst of the turmoil that struck, a glimmer of hope appeared when the brain found an idea. The only hope to keep getting shelter from the heat and heat is Niko.

I must succeed in making Niko aware of Bobby and his parents' influence. I'm sure they made Niko hate me.

All right, I just need a few days to wait for things to calm down. Maybe three or five days I'll try to see Niko, she's my only hope.

Right now, I have to hide waiting for the right time to see Niko.