The Fate that is Overlooked

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The four of them arrived at Mother Sukma's house, having first stopped by the bakery, to buy some, as a hand. Bu Sukma's car is well parked in the garage.

After calling the boutique, asking for the whereabouts of Bu Sukma, they finally came to the residence of Bu Sukma. It's been two days said Bu Sukma permission not to go to the boutique. The answer Ajeng received when asking Siti who happened to be, when Ajeng called, Siti who picked up her phone, of course after giving ria to ask news and make an appointment together.

The house still looks beautiful as before, the difference is now the plants become more types, green plants that refresh the eyes more lush, not inferior to the various orchids that are now adopted by Bu Sukma. It turns out that Sukma's mother is still so painstaking in taking care of him. Or maybe, his favorite daughter-in-law who diligently watering.

"Asalamualaikum"

Ajeng who walked first gave his greetings, while his mother and two friends were still busy tidying up the items they had bought.

"Asalamualaikum" he said when he did not get an answer.

He tried to grab the door handle, the door was not in the lock. He entered the two-story mansion without hesitation. Large piguras still adorn the walls of the living room, photos of Ajeng's wedding with Reno, photos of their families with Mbak Runti and Felly, Barata's latest wedding photos are also perfectly mounted on the wall, and some small photos are now stored on the corner shelf of the room, which seems to have just been bought by Ibu Sukma.

"Mom's Salamualaikum, this Ajeng" walked through each room. But no, there is no answer.

"Where are people going? " mumbled to himself by continuing to comb through each room.

Until he arrived in front of Mother Sukma's open room. He entered the empty kamaar. But the bathroom door was a little open, no matter what prompted him to open the door, until finally he was so shocked. Seeing Mother fall unconscious, making Ajeng scream hysterically, startling the three people who also panicked to hear her scream.

Sukma POV Mother

Someone pinched the corner of my heart, so painful and painful it reached the ulu. I don't know who to blame my children for. About the love of his past, it is important the sacrifice of taste, about love not until, about the escape of love, about love clapping one hand, about the complicated love story in the end this story is pivotal.

Starting from me who caught Mbok War carrying a box, which turned out to contain the story of Barata's past. About the discovery of Ajeng diary book that was left behind with archival documents of Reno health examination results. Yes, all this time they played me, I was stupid, I myself who just knew this big secret. The secrets of the three of them. It was a feeling that came crashing down with such deep regret, making my heart feel so sore.

Is this how Allah will repay the kindness that I have always spread around every corner of orphanages, nursing homes and orphanages? is this what God has done for my son and daughter-in-law? break them? take one of my three children into his lap? taking love to two people who love each other but hindered the sacrifice? hiding so neatly the secret that the three of them had been keeping? love by sacrifice or love by return? unconditional love or unconditional love?

My head was throbbing pain, I really couldn't think anymore, I grabbed everything, I put it in the box and I put it under the bed. Reluctant to think, reluctant to wish, refusing to continue again. Although I very much want.

My life was like being in a soap opera, where a director so cruelly gave me this role, gave this story to me. But baby, it's real. And I'm experiencing it for real. No manipulation or even hallucinations. And I don't know what else will happen. I think I'm desperate. Not continuing this all.

How can you do something so strong? more than me who is just a reader of his diary? more than me, the mother of two children who broke her heart? he sacrificed his life and all his love for my two children. Ajj......

How could I not love you so deeply? How can your position be replaced? before you know this, you're my heart's lamp, what about now? all the truths and facts I know without any intermediary, you will remain first and foremost in my life.

Thank you for your love for Reno, accompany Reno to the end of her life, without ever even telling her disgrace, even to me, even her Mother!!

Oh my God, I want to hold you, hold you. Saying thousands of thanks for what you sacrificed to Reno. Just you and only you, the daughter-in-law I want.

My poor barata, my dear Barata. You should be able to take care of your desires. If only you could restrain your ego, maybe things wouldn't be this complicated.

Now, there's your successor in Anita's womb. I don't know what to react to. Be happy? Lamentable? Aahhh my chest feels tight, it hurts so much. Like being crushed by two very large stones. There's no grip. Everything's dark. Darkened.

Anita POVs

I ignored my phone that had been ringing non-stop, I changed it to flying mode after knowing who called me.

Barata.

If he scolds me with dozens of calls, it means there's something about his beloved mother. I am tired of not being free to live with the old woman. There are always questions when you get home late. I wasted my time in his house. Especially with my condition of being pregnant young like this. There are a lot of rules, things that he always tells me. It's so dirty and I hate it!!!

Today I messed with a few collectors who turned out to polish consumer money. Some consumers report that there is a bill from the office sent to their address, even though they have paid installments to the collector, who is assigned by the office by carrying a letter of duty as well of course, while visiting his home. And this makes me dizzy. Moreover, the call of barata who, if I serve it, then only make my head more want to explode it feels.

"Nit, busy? " Mr. Rafli visited my cubicle.

"No" I answered.

I know, if Mr. Rafli was to side with me, he must be dying too.

"Let's go home from work" he said, twisting one of his eyes flirty, and I only returned with the same twinkle and I gave him a thumb sign okay.

I don't know, when I was pregnant I was always comfortable with Mr. Rafli, maybe the baby in my womb was happier if I was often with his father. I don't know. There was obviously comfort in being with him.

Hay hayyy Shaiiiii

It's been hot yaaa🤪🤪🤪

Prepare your best comments for Anita? A barata? A jerk? Sukma's mother? or maybe Miss Ria and Miss Efi? 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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