The Beloved Barbaric Wife of the CEO

Shit Carrier

POV Side.

The clink of hours mediates the silence of the room I was staying in. The faint voice was very disturbing. I can't even sleep when the table clock has shown at nine. Is this what the body reaction is? I remember very well that the doctor said I was in a coma for two weeks.

Ah... Given that a long sigh came out of the mouth, I am grateful to still be given the chance to endure. But why did I have to kill both my parents?

Yes, God ....

My tears are dripping again. Why are you taking an angel in my life so soon? Why don't I just? I'm barn. I'm the one who caused it all. I'm the one who should get punished. But ...?

Suddenly the words of Kak Lia and Kak Mira air in the ears. They say that I'm a cursed child, an illegitimate child for being dumped by biological parents.

My heart hurts more and more to remember that. I shed a lot of tears. I'm very whiny when it comes to my foster parents and the past.

Am I really the son of a fucking carrier? Is it true what my brothers have been saying all along? If I'm a parasite, an evil leech that sucks all the essence of the lives of those around me. Criminals who take away all the happiness of people who care about me.

Heart hurts. It hurts to remember the swearing they made. But, now Father and Mother are also already ....

Ah ... Am I really the son of a pesky carrier?

I began to doubt myself, Father of the same Mother said there is no such thing as an illegitimate child, son of a pesky bearer or whatever my brothers accuse. The nature of a child at birth is sacred, Father instilled it in me.

I'm sure my brother wants me to die quickly. I'm sure their hatred is getting thickened at me because of this. But, I can't give up. I have children, I have a world that I must always look after. I have Sifa.

'Sifa, Mama miss you, son. When you get out of here Mama will nyamperin you. Mama miss. Hopefully the doctor will let you out of here soon." I muttered as I looked at the bone-white ceiling.

Ah, remembering Sifa I remembered Dafin. How is he doing? Why didn't he come too? Is he busy? He did not give any news at all this day.

The eyes are directly fixed to the diamond ring on the ring finger. I remember very well how romantic Dafin was when he said he liked me and wanted to be my future husband. He pinned this beautiful ring while kneeling.

My God, my chest is pounding remembering that. Dafin' a good man. He's perfect, but why would that bastard want me to humiliate Dafin?

My blood ripples remembering that bastard man I didn't even know his name. I hate him. I hope the police catch him quickly. I hope that all the explanations I gave you this morning can help the police to track him down.

Really, I hate him, because he's my parents died. Because my life has never been quiet. Because of her I .. I ....

My chest hurts, I cry again. Spilling a sense of tightness yamg during this nesting in the chest. Playing and pretending to be happy is not an easy job. I have always been overshadowed by the guilt of deceiving Dafin.

"May the man of the ward be caught quickly. Now I'm no longer afraid of the threat. Dafin already knows my secret. And for me that's enough. I don't care if other people blaspheme the important thing Dafin hasn't changed. I love him, but ...."

Ah, why do I doubt, will Dafin still accept me as his wife?

Suddenly I regretted lying.

"I should be able to convince him, I should."

I steadied my heart before finally a loud ringing of the open door blew my mind. Quickly I wiped the tears and sat down, confirming the position to see who was there.

"Sister Lia. Mas Deni."

My voice's stifled. I honestly can't believe my oldest brother and her husband are coming. Do they want to spill their anger?

Taking a deep breath, I was ready to accept their anger. Just like before, I just need to smile back at their rude words. I promised Dad and Mom to be nice as sisters.

"Sister, what ka—"

Plaque!

Barely, hot. I haven't finished my speech Lia's already landed a slap. I could only bow and hold onto the hot cheeks. I know because of Lia's anger.

"Basic fucking carrier! Why can you live! Just die there!"

"Lia, relax. It's a hospital. You promised to calm down."

I raised my head and saw Mas Deni who was holding a flower hugging Kak Lia from behind. The flowers were splattered onto the floor.

"I can't calm down, Mom. He really is a fucking carrier. He must be happy to see the people around him getting misfortune." Brother Lia looked pushy at me. "Basic fucking netaang. Just die there!"

Nyes, it feels like my wounds have been doused in vinegar. The words of Brother Lia are common to me, but still make me sick, something in the chest feels shriveled and small. My breath feels choked. I looked at Brother Lia closely.

"Sister, I'm not a fucking carrier. I'm just like Brother Lia, I don't want this to happen to our family either, but it's pure calamity, sister," I said carefully.

"I-I mean Lia?"

I really didn't understand what he said just now.

"Don't you know? My cousin who adopted your bastard son died, they died in the fire."

"K-sister Lia?"

Nope! Not likely. This must be Lia's lie, but why are my eyes starting to glaze over?

I looked at Lia's bitch. He could have told such a horrible lie.

"Why? Can't believe?" Brother Lia took out something from inside the bag and threw it at me. Shaking, I saw what was on his phone.

"See that! Their house is on fire. And they were buried this afternoon" he said, still sounding angry.

I shook my head in disbelief, this must be Kak Lia's wits to torture me. It must be a trick, but ....

O God. My tears are flowing uncontrollably. This ...this is indeed Mas Irfan's home.

"Shyephi ...."

"Of course your son is also dead" said Lia again. I saw him bitch. She cried.

"No! This is not real! It's wrong! My son cannot die! My son must be alive! Anak—"

Shortness, my screams stopped, breathing heavy, head suddenly dizzy.

What the hell's going on? I ... I can't see anything right, why is everything going around in circles?

****

I opened my eyes slowly and the white light of the room made me have to blink many times. My eyes were fixed on the digital clock on the wall. The rectangular shape indicates that it is now seven in the morning.

Am I asleep? But why does it feel like something is wrong? What's the matter, actually? Am I having nightmares?

Your son is dead, the family that adopted your bastard son is dead!

I reflexively closed my ears. That voice echoed in my eardrum. It felt like heart pricking, pain. I can't breathe normally.

I spread my eyes around and a flower kept me glued for a few seconds. I'm trying to remember something that feels really bad.

Your son's dead! Die up! Die up!

"No! No! Sifa is not dead! Syifa is alive! Syifa ...."

I screamed in frustration and then drowned my face in the blanket. It turns out it wasn't all a dream. My son is dead. Oh my God, what else is this ordeal?

You fucking carrier! You live but someone else dies. Isn't that called the changing of bad luck?

I roared in a thick blanket. I really can't accept this fact. My son, my son, why did he leave so soon? Him, he's young. He was a kid.

"Son, I need to see Sifa. I have to hug her. She must be scared."

My eyes went straight to the nightstand. A small knife becomes the focal point. Whether wrong or not, I want to catch up with my son. I want to be with the people who love me. This world is so cruel to me to go through alone.

"Wait for Mama Darling. Welcome me, Dad, Mom. I want to come with you."

Broken but surely, a thick, red liquid comes out of the wrist. Mind empty. It feels like my wrist hurts a lot, but ....

I lay. The room lights came back to the net. I blinked. However, it is not the light that I have but blurry. My eyes can't see anything anymore. Is it because you cry too much?

"Shyephi ...."

I started to feel weak, my body felt light. However, for some reason it felt like something was shaking my shoulder strongly.

Opening my eyes a little, I saw a man I knew, a garden man I loved. Dafin, yes Dafin, he was like saying something. In the last moments I tried to sharpen my sense of hearing. However, nil. My eyes closed again, very tight. All I could see was the dark.