The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 1. Suspicions
Hello dear Readers, this is my second work, after NCJ
In this story the Author never intends to offend anyone or discredit any party.
If there is an incident, the name and also the storyline can be said to be similar. It was just a coincidence.
This work is purely imaginary and the result of the author's genuineness.
Thank you to the readers who support mommy to continue working 🙏
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Chapter 1
Suspicions
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Andhira Avanti is a wife and mother whose time and days are poured out for her husband and children.
He was too busy taking care of the Staircase as best he could, until he could not take care of himself.
Beautiful parasites and beautiful body is now covered by busyness. Early in the morning she had to wake up to prepare breakfast for her husband and Raka. And all his needs.
Raka, the only child resulting from her marriage to Indra.
Indra Tanaya, Andhira's legal husband. A mature 42-year-old man who works at a large Private Bank in the city.
This morning as usual morning, every Thursday Dhira always prepare provisions for Raka. Because on that day, his only son will follow volleyball training. Sports he had been in since elementary school.
"Not breakfast yet!" dhira said when he saw Raka who was in full uniform.
"What do you want fried rice bread for?" tawar Dhira's.
"Bread aja ma" Raka began to lose her appetite in order to remember the events of last night.
...Flashback...
"You come home late every day, you're also getting less and less WA reply from me" Dhira poked at her husband with a question she had been holding up.
"Go home instead of being welcomed even in suspect kayak that. I would have said, since rising in office I am also getting busy" Indra scolded Dhira.
"I'm just asking you, why should you be so angry ? as a normal wife dong if I'm worried"
"That's you!!!!, and I'm tired of water there, I want to take a bath" Indra left Dhira without a care.
When Dhira's eyes were inundated by the clear liquid, immediately slid down her cheeks, this was not the first time her husband had given her an unpleasant word. It was as if he had lost the old Indra.
"You changed mas, you're not Indra yan I know" he sat down, then cried alone in the living room chair. His heart was fragile and held tight at this moment. He sobbed, covering his face with both hands.
Raka who just happened to take a drink from the kitchen accidentally heard the small quarrel of her parents.
Suddenly he lost his thirst.
This was also not the first time Raka had seen her mother cry. Unintentionally, the seeds of hatred for the father figure, grew in the heart of the 13-year-old.
...Off Flashback...
"Later to practice?" Dhira accompanies her son who is having breakfast at the dinner table.
Raka nodded while smiling.
"Let's pick up papa ya" Dhira looked at the face of her son who now has seen signs of puberty.
"I can not pick up, later I have an evaluation meeting" replied Indra who fixed her tie, and immediately then pulled a chair to join the breakfast.
Raka just kept quiet, put on a flat face. He felt his papa had indeed changed.Dhira breathed heavily.
"Then let it be picked up by Bastian aja, then let the WA mama om you" said Dhira.
"Whatever mama" answered Raka was still flat. How else.
After her husband and children left for their respective destinations, she resumed her activities.
Clean up a messy table, save the rest of the side dish earlier, soak dirty clothes to wash later. He did not even have time to just go to the salon like other women.
Sweeping, mopping, cleaning all parts of the house without exception has become a daily meal.
It was so still thought if a housewife is an unemployed person, even though the work is done starting from opening the eyes in the morning, to closing the eyes back to rest at night.
By noon all his work was just done, now he just had a bath and breakfast.
It is common for a mother to be the one who always prioritizes her child and husband to eat, while for herself, I don't know.
He sat himself on the sofa of the family room, taking a break while watching the news on television.
"Viewer, a woman could kill her husband. This action is allegedly triggered by jealousy and anger of the wife, who caught her husband cheating"
"The victim suffered severe injuries to the abdomen and neck, the victim died while going to the hospital"
" From the hands of the perpetrator, the police managed to confiscate the evidence in the form of a knife, which he used to stab the victim"
Shudder in horror at the news, he became sorry for the woman.
She is wrong, but if not against the background of the betrayal of the husband. There's no way he's doing that.
"Huft, there are so many bad people around us" he murmured while switching TV channels to music shows.
"You used to say
I'm the queen of your heart, baby
And I am the queen of your palace
And you once said
Never leave me a vow
Maybe you forgot....
(Tata Janeeta "The seductress")
The song was played on one of the music channels that he accidentally pressed.Making his heart baper, the lyrics so make him turn blue.
He looked at the wedding photo of himself with Indra 13 years ago. The photo where Indra adores him very much, and the photo also reminds him of the turning point of breaking his relationship with the Mother.
She did not feel her tears, her husband has now changed a lot. Sweet words, warm treatment is very rare he got. Even more stifling, she felt that her husband rarely touched her.
Even the inner living of her husband, is also very rarely given. She is a normal woman, who wants affection, touch, love and also a warm caress from her husband.
As much as possible she behaved unchanged even though her husband is now changing, she always instilled the thought that maybe her husband was tired, maybe her husband was a lot of thoughts.
This past year her husband was often late to go home for various reasons, ranging from meetings, assignments out of town, and other things that Dhira did not know.
He used to work at Airport as a customer service, but because after marriage and then pregnant, he then resigned.Choose concern caring for his baby, Raka.
He turned off the television while shrinking his wet nose, because it did not feel his tears had also been creek, soaking his beautiful face.
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"Huft was tired" he held his achy muscles, because he did a day's work that was almost endless.
He went to the special room of clothes, he pulled a pile of clean but tangled clothes in his basket of magenta color.
He rubs the clothes of his husband and son, giving genuine love through his actions. Really he really hopes his family can last until death separates. Considering she's sacrificed her good relationship with her mother, for Indra's sake.
But when taking her husband's work pants, she felt something in the pocket of Indra's pants. Unsuspecting, he reached into that thing.
"What is this" he tried to analyze the object that was inside the pocket of the ash pants.
He was surprised to see a male contraceptive device that is still intact, but the wrapper has been slightly shuffled.Perhaps due to accidentally washing in the washing machine.
"Astagfirullahhaladzim" Dhira's heart was so sick, he still tried to calm himself.
trying to think positive.
But he became trembling, he became uninspired to do his work. What are you doing out there, Mom?.
His memory of the significant change in Indra's attitude, and his rarely touched self, made him cry again. And why relevance also happens when he finds that thing.
This time deeper, even sobbing. Heart hurts. Thoughts that don't- don't start poisoning.
Pain, perching. But, is that right? didn't she have to find out first, it could not have been her husband's. He is still trying to suppress the rate of suspicion that is trying to urge.
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Bastian immediately replied to a message from his brother, Ok later I will be picked up, just calm down.
"Huft, until when did your brother live so" he murmured as he placed the phone on the desk next to his computer.
Bastian Bagaspati, 30-year-old man. The younger brother of Andhira, he works at a Manufacturing company owned by the Aryasatya family.
A single man who became the backbone for his mother since his young age.
In stay gone his father for a long time, making himself have to tie his waist tighter again.Because his mother is now his responsibility.
Andhira's relationship with his mother is not harmonious, all happened because Dhira was desperate to marry Indra without the blessing of his mother.
Bu Kartika once reminded her brother, but Andhira, who was blinded by love at the time, preferred Indra and lives together until now.
Bastian is still in a good relationship with Andhira, even though Indra with himself is not so close. Protecting Dhira as much as possible.
But fuck for that, for her most importantly her brother was happy and nothing happened.
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He pulled out his million-member silver car under a tree in front of the school, a car of credit that would be paid off in three months.
A pride can have anything, the result of his hard work.
...SMP TUNAS BANGSA'S...
That was the name of the Raka school, the favorite school that he managed to occupy at this time. The school is fairly expensive, but becomes the scramble of the students.
Raka is an intelligent child, also excelling in non-academic fields. His quiet carryover was derived from his mama's genes.
He is proficient in the sport of Volleyball, he even had several times won the race and also other prestigious championships.A remarkable achievement at his young age.
"Hay bro!!" Bastian's greeting to his nephew.
"Om already here" answered Raka who came to his Om, with a sweat plastered on his forehead.
His clothes were wet and sticky due to sweat absorption, his hair was not asked. It's been so limp.
Definition of a sports boy.
"Yuk we're kemon" Invite Bastian who opened the car door for Raka.
In the car Bastian tried to interact, "Don't want to stop by first where is it? O'm out of pay"
"No need to go straight home. Poor mom alone"
Bastian caught the sad face of his nephew, yes we have bought food in front of it for mama.
Raka nodded.
At about 16:19 Bastian's car arrived at Dhira's house. The house is not too big, but not too small.
Very nice house, with complete facilities.
"Ma I came home" said Raka opening the door of her house.
"Home home son, you take a bath there first continue to eat, mama cook your favorite shady koyong" said Dhira after welcoming his son.
"It's for you brother" Bastian handed me a box of delicious potato donuts.
"Thank you very much always help, sorry to keep bothering you" said Dhira was not happy with his sister.
"Don't do that, Raka is also my son"
"Mom how are you?" the question that was always said by Dhira to Bastian, because frankly only through Bastian was he able to know the news of the Mother.
"Good mother, she still didn't want to be told to shut up. Still desperate to sell side dishes kak"
"Wait a minute" said Dhira making a drink for Bastian.
"Here drink while warm, after this come eat with Raka"
"I can't be long, after this there's a big event" Bastian said.
Bastian looked at his brother's face, his body remained as it was when he was a girl, only his face looked pretty and his eyes were swollen like people were crying.
She also looked pale and did not wear any make-up or makeup.
"I'm not okay" asked Bastian.
"I'm fine, why?" ask Dhira.
"You look unwell" Bastian asked with a grim face.
" Maybe because I'm not wearing makeup alone" Dhira tried to cover up her anxiety.
"Yes, I'm home" Bastian said.
"Raka om want to go home, come here first" Bastian asked his nephew, to return to the living room.
Raka who just took a shower, and now it looks fresh it comes to Bastian.Grab his hands and kiss him reverence.
"Now, make a pocket to school. Don't ask mama tomorrow yes" said Bastian handed two red sheets with the image of Proclaimer, then ruffled straight hair Raka.
"Thank you so much" said Raka who was excited, getting a decent pocket money.
"You've always spoiled Raka Bas" Andhira became unwell, her sister always gave to Raka.
"Once payday, if I don't love you. Lose the same installment" he smiled, then said goodbye to Andhira.
There was a sense of unbearability to his brother when Bastian came home. He felt something was wrong.
But he also did not dare to interfere too deeply, the important thing is that he saw his brother healthy alone, that's more than enough.
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