The Fate that is Overlooked

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"Yes he is Rafi's son," Barata answered quite surprised Ajeng and Bu Sukma, really it was beyond their expectations.

"You want what else? anywhere it will stay that way. Its effects.

"You are taken wherever you are entitled to Ashila."

"Why are you talking about it?" As if I did not accept Barata's answer.

"Well, how? that's what it is, isn't it? want to be in-gimana-in? how should I say? and what if it's wrong?" Barata now leaned his body into the chair. Exhaling a rough breath.

"You're damned if that guy takes Shila?"

"I don't think I'm the same as you, Mom!"

"Well, how should I? try saying? how am I supposed to? nahan-nahan him? beg-please? not so much right, you also have to see this legally dong, this is already the most powerful, accurate, real and fact." Picking up the envelope containing the DNA test that was in front of him, brandishing it into the air .

"Yes at least you have to venture, there is mediation or what the same kek man is!" Ajeng already looked very upset.

"Once, we'll see. What steps will Rafi take to take Shila away from us. We have to legowo. We try our best, however Ashila will not be that easy to leave us." Bu Sukma mediates the tension between Ajeng and Barata.

"Tomorrow, he says he'll meet you, wait for you to have time. And without or without your consent, I'm going to transfer Ashila to an even tighter security school. I don't want this incident to happen again. I'm not blaming anyone here, I'm just disappointed with the school so easy to take off the students so without any confirmation to the student guardian. It's still a good thing that men don't fuck with Shila. I can't imagine Shila doing anything!" Ajeng still continued to issue his heart.

"Dear, God willing, there will be a way out, yes, we are patient first, think everything slowly do not be rash, do not let missteps."

"Indeed, what Barata said was true, no matter where it was, Ashila's status would not change. And in the eyes of the law we still lose." Bu Sukma calmed Ajeng.

"Now we focus on the same marriage, yes, the time is only tomorrow. Mama will ask for help Vika, Dita and Siti to prepare everything. Let the shop close first. Now it's night, you guys just rest, don't be made a burden yes Jeng, God willing, there is a way." Bu Sukma grabbed the fingers of his favorite daughter. While Ajeng was silent, expressionless. Not knowing what was going through his mind.

Ajeng POV

And now I lay beside Ashila, looking at her. The face of the boy who looks so much like his mother, Anita, does not make me hate him at all. In the slightest.

Barata really managed to make me upset, angry, disappointed with him too. The answer he gave was really not the answer I wanted to hear !

Does Barata not think of me taking care of him this big? love him like my own son? Who never cared that this Ashila was Anita's son and another man?

Maybe, people will assume that I'm stupid, lovable, tacky or whatever it is, go ahead. No one forbids, I accept it. It is precisely what I do not accept if Ashila really goes from me.

I, a woman who has a head of 3 more than 2 years, which yes say can be said I am a spinster! I just got married and was broken into only a few weeks, and I don't know when I'll get pregnant because I haven't dared to think about it.

Friends because I already have one, two maybe even three children, while I? I do not precede God's will, but can others understand feelings I cannot convey? can people understand the worry I am feeling without me talking?

Hahahahahah !!!

I'm so stupid! where could that possibly happen. It won't ! for they are not God who knows the heart of every servant!

I know, everyone has their own point of success, there is my friend one village in Cilongok who is now his three children, still in-laws. There are other High School friends, married have one child, already have their own home and become a full housewife, manage all the needs of children and her husband. While I work can be said to be established, married, have a home but do not have children.

Indeed life when compared between one person with another will never run out and will never meet gratitude. The only yes is only in each of them, how can the gratitude never be separated from the lips and heart. I don't know, it feels like I just want to occasionally feel selfish, tired all this time just as a recipient and follower.

I can only curl up here, next to the boy I consider my own son, I really love him very much, I can't possibly let her go even though the truth is that everything my husband says is true! everywhere, Ashila's parents they were neither him nor Barata.

"Yank." I heard her voice calling me behind the door. I had no intention or desire to open the door. I just want to be alone now, it's been just that point.

I did not heed her increasingly frustrating calling at all.

"Do I sleep alone?" a clear tone of voice, it didn't melt me at all. I turned off the big lights and turned on the sleeping lights, then lifted the blanket to cover my head, reluctant to whine.