The Heart I Choose

Must Can

The novel was originally titled "They're Your Children" in the course of the story, the author wanted to change the title to "The Heart I Chose". Forgive this novice author who has not been able to imagine making a novel, so it is still confused where the storyline will be taken. Congratulations to a great writer, whose story has always been interesting to read in ️💜.

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I never talk about hape again, it seems like mas wandi did not want to buy it. I have to try myself. I'm sure I can.

Rian, rani and beautiful and diah, tonight sleeping in the house of the goddess, this afternoon my senses picked them up. In the quiet house back, kiyah already wants to play alone. I remember Dad, missing his advice.

"Assalamualaikum Ma'am mia," mbak dela came to my house.

"Waalaikumsalam, let's go in" take me.

I rarely have guests, only a few people who often come to ask for donations for housing needs.

"Tumben's lonely, where's his nephew on?" ask mbak dela.

"That's not the nephew of all mbak, there are children mas Wandi too," mbak dela do not know, meaning buk siti people are not easy to gossip.

"When you were married to Mia Ma'am, was your dad a widower?"mbak dela looked shocked.

"Yes Ma'am, I replied, funny to see the expression mbak dela. "Ayoo can sit here," asked me, mbak dela still standing at the door.

"Mia's Mother's eye why is it so bad? nangis huh?"

"Hehe...iya Ma'am? remember dad in the village."

Unconsciously maybe I have been crying too long, remembering my father and the problem with mas wandi who always tortured my bathin.

"Bak Mia if there's anything, I want you to be the place where the story is?"

I looked at the face of mbak dela, there was a sincere face there. But I was so afraid to share household problems, if mas wandi knew he would be angry and complain to mama.

"There's nothing mbak," I tried to lie to mbak dela.

"I often hear papa often snapped, sometimes I also heard there was the sound of goods being deliberately slammed and the cry of Mbak Mia, as a fellow woman and a wife, I can not bear Ma'am!" The sound of mbak dela sounded hoarse, like it was about to cry.

"I'm so sick Ma'am" I hugged mbak dela, asking for strength from her.

"Tell me aja mbak, let the pain mbak less," mbak dela coaxed me to spill my pain.

I dare to tell the story, hopefully this tightness decreases a little.

"During marriage with mas wandi I never felt happy Ma'am, he who I hope can meet all my needs and a little help ease the burden of father, even turned hurt. His harsh words and easy emotions, make me tired mbak." I finally got what I had always wanted in my heart all along.

"Tell me aja mbak, I will be a good listener," mbak dela tried to smile to comfort me.

The flashback

"If you don't like me coming home at night? get out of this house" cried mas wandi.

"I heard you gambled out there, because that's your salary money, never enough, right?" ask me to wandi.

I've often heard him go back to his old temperament, like to gamble and wear forbidden goods, but he always dodged if I asked.

"I said go, didn't you hear??" mas Wandi yelled again without answering my question.

Prannk.....

The plate I was ready for dinner broke instantly.

I just ran in fear, I chose to enter the room, rather than continue this fight.

"Miiiaaaa." she pulled my hair, until I finally closed the door, I locked it with trembling hands, I cried in the corner of the room.

"Open the door!!! you hear me???"

Prankk's....Prankk's...

Mas Wandi slammed the plate back on the table, I was so scared, I hoped death would take me away from here.

Silent....

Praakk...

I heard the door on the slam and before long the sound of the motor away, I was grateful to go, hopefully he did not come home tonight.

I cleaned the scattered glass fragments, I picked them up carefully, as if collecting my heart that had been scattered, I wiped the tears that always fell without being asked.

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Let's listen to the inner voice, maybe he's tired of wanting to sing....

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**Author is only a beginner writer who ventured to write a novel here.

If there is writing, dialogue sign, use of capital letters that are wrong, be asked to be willing to correct it, the author will be very grateful.

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