The Abandoned Woman

22. Heartache

Returning home, Azriel's parents locked themselves in her study. The man only drank liquor. The man is making his own fools.

"Sorry Sharmila. I cannot distinguish between lust and love. I shouldn't have hurt you." She was heartbroken and jealous.

Jealous because he should be joking with the child and Sharmila. But her brother has her. He can only look from far away.

Somewhere else. Arsy is engrossed in playing in the restaurant park on the roof of the suburban building. Bryant Cassano smiled at his behavior.

The man just sat quietly enjoying the atmosphere that night. He occasionally kissed Sharmila's lips at a glance.

The woman just looked down and hid in Bryant Cassano's alley. And it made him feel like he wanted to further tease her constantly. Sharmila pinched it occasionally in Bryant Cassano's sixpack stomach.

The man did not stop getting that little gift. "Daddy we're home now. Arsy's tired !" The boy approached them. With Sigab Bryant holding his son. They walked to the car park.

Arsy was put to bed in the back and Sharmila in the front with Bryant. The man drove his car and occasionally stroked his wife's thigh. Sharmila tried to hold Bryant's hand so that the man would stop nailing him.

"What are you doing ?" When Bryant sidestepped his car. "I'm errat darling. I can't stand not touching you." Her speech.

The man immediately overstretched him and his guerrilla hands released the lower part of the wife's body. He immediately did the unification and did slowly so that the child was not awake.

Sharmila's mouth held him with their kiss. At first Sharmila revolted but it dissolved. They had a brief romance on the side of the deserted highway.

Bryant lifted his body and confirmed his pants while glancing at the wife who was limp beside him.

"Truly you're this outrageous !" Bait while lowering the game. "With a wife you can do that anywhere." The kilah defended itself.

His car was back on the road. Sharmila was still shaking after their hot action. The woman was worried if people were caught passing by or maybe the child woke up. As soon as he arrived at Bryant's house abandoned by Sharmila he immediately took a bath to clean himself.

Bryant Cassano just smiled at his behavior. While in bed, Bryant asked her again.

" We have to do more intensely, baby. To get the maximum result." That's reason.

His residence. Oscar Weitzman sat down daydreaming. Remembering that incident. When he was with his first wife.

" I'm sorry. We have to separate for the sake of family. I know I was wrong. But understand that I'm doing it all for you, baby." Oscar Weitzman tried to persuade Anindya Fauzi.

"You don't want to be polygamous either. So we're divorced. About our children for both. You choose what you love." Oscar's Continues.

Plaac. A hard slap landed on Oscar's cheek. "You're crazy ! A mother will not share one-sided love.". Hardik Anindya glared with anger.

"Until death I won't share it with you ! I can afford to finance them myself." Tembur Anindya emotion.

"I'm not gonna let him be with you. Let me help you make this decision.' Oscar took one of the babies and carried the child out of the house.

"Give me my son !" Shouts loudly. He did not care about the meaning and oath of the neighbor of the boarding house to him.

Oscar took a taxi to take him away. Anindya could not catch up because she lost fast. She was also confused as the owner of the place caught up with her by holding her other baby.

All of which can be seen by Oscar in a taxi. He saw the two crying together. He did not even return to perform his duties as a father, giving a living to the child he left behind.

"He's revenge that way !" Azriel's words made her chest ache. The middle-aged man just cried silently in his study.

Miszka Rahardjo sits in front of the entrance to her office Oscar. The woman was also secretly injured because she had already separated the whole family.

As a woman, she understands what it feels like to be hurt. He ruthlessly asked his father to impose his will because he was already disabled.

His uterus has been torn after aborting the fetus the results of his actions in youth. And Oscar Weitzman knows about it. He asked her to be his second wife.

But his wife didn't want to be polygamous, and now he's gone far without her knowing where he is. After hearing Azriel's words, his ex-wife is married to a rich and happy man

His heart was touched there was pain in his chest for reneging on his promise. He never found out where they were.

"You done ?" Bryant approached the wife who was dressing up justifying her hijab.

"Before we stopped by somewhere. I have to give you a calculation. You're quiet enough and stand by me". His love while kissing the top of his head.

"certain. Whatever dear." He answered with a smile and stroked his jaw hardened.

"I love you." His whisper while hugging his waist and kissing his niche.

They walk in tandem. And the waiter put their big suitcase in the trunk.

His car drove down the streets of Sharmila staring at Bryant as his car entered the luxury residential area.

"really. We're going to his house. I'm just running my mom's trust." Bryant's whisper with a kiss on Sharmila's tiny lips.

Arsy in his lap is engrossed in the game. "You angry ?" Ask again. Sharmila shook her head while smiling.

His car entered a mansion and stopped in front of the house. They walked towards the house. Miszka Rahardjo saw a guest from the balcony shouting at her husband.

"Darling there's a guest in front." The woman walked towards the living room hurriedly. " Give tea to guests". He orders his servants.

"Welcome to our home. I'm Miszka Rahardjo his wife. Please sit down." He said with a small smile while looking at the face of his guest.

Bryant was still standing stiff. Sharmila's hand was stroking her big arm. Bryant was sitting. The Oscar Weitzman.

They sit together. Silent. "I came to take this. This is my mother's trust. He wants me to give you this." Bryant Cassano placed a brown envelope of responsibility on the nightstand.

Oscar opened the envelope. There are photos of their wedding and the only photo of his ex-wife with a man of foreign nationality. And the wedding ring he gave me first.

"I'm your first son. And she's the woman that hurt your favorite child. Now we're even." Bryant Cassano stood up and walked away from there.

At the door he stopped. " If you want to meet them then wait for the ticket from the angel of death. Because they're dead." He said while looking at the two. Then they got back in their car and left the place.

Oscar Weitzman was drowning in tears. I haven't apologized but you've gone far, her mind monologued.