The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapter 96. The Shaken Soul
Chapter 96. The Shaken Soul
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So long cloudy still here
No excuse me for leaving stuffy on the chest
Disappointed my heart is breaking the heart
I almost died, numb to you
Give me back my sweet smile like before
I think I'm stuck now
Withstanding deep wounds
Give me back my smile, I don't feel like this
Since the heart and soul are wounded
I lost my smile
(Melly Goeslaw ~ Restore My Smile)
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That afternoon Dhira was still in the ward. Is Sekar, the woman is faithfully waiting for her boss since Abhimanyu and Wisang are still out to take care of something. Rania has left the hospital. There was Jodhi and Oma whom he had to meet.
While Shinta, after considering the situation Andhira, the woman said goodbye to go home first. She still has a husband that she is obligated to serve.
Raka was seen sleeping on the sofa in the room. The boy refused to be invited home, he was more relieved after seeing his mother who was apparently in a state of good physically. Although many bruises here and there, which adorned the clean skin of his mother.
"Oh, eat first!" bejuk Sekar's. Dhira since in the Abhimanyu look earlier, still remained silent. Uninspired. And always refuse to eat.
The woman's view was empty, not implying the hue of life. I was almost giving up.
At the same time, the door of the room opened. Arya and Bu Hana apparently still did not go home, visible from the clothes they were wearing, still the same as they used from morning.
"Mom!" greeting Sekar with a nod of condolence, however, Bu Hana is a parent who must be respected.
"Bu Dhira won't talk and eat Mom. I've tried to persuade yet.." Sekar's face was grim.
Ms. Hana smiled, she understood how Sekar felt. " You rest first. Let me try it"
Now according to him, he who saw Raka sleeping became steady to leave them for a moment. After all, Sekar thought there must be something they would talk about.
"I'll excuse you, ma'am!" Just be polite.
Arya locked the door of the room from the inside, after Sekar had managed to get out. He wanted their conversation to be no one to interrupt.
Dhira was still lying on a slightly elevated mat, making Dhira's position resemble that of a leaning person. His gaze was giddy, staring at the wall. Empty not focused.
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Aryans
There was pain in the man's heart. He began to love Dhira. Although Dhira never returned the attention he often gave, but he understood. They are not together because of heart to heart. Because of the old man's bureaucracy.
And that day, the words of Ms. Hana managed to destroy the fortitude of her heart. The inspiration of heaven seems to be a little poured out, and concerning its heart. There is a sense of willingness there.
He can not lie to himself, he initially forced himself to make Dhira runaway, from the loss of his love due to the betrayal of his former fiancee, gradually Asur had more concern for the widow of one child.
Love feelings.
But the incident this morning, it seemed to be the turning point. He knew that Dhira had gone too far with Abhimanyu. The life of the fetus in the womb of Dhira, becomes concrete evidence that they both love each other. Is bull***** for Arya, if someone does that relationship, without love. Considering Dhira is a good woman, but unfortunately has a bad luck.
He is a grown man who has considered many problems. Judging from any glasses, forcing something will only produce unhappy results. Telak and sure. Slowly everything will collapse, if not based on a strong feeling foundation. Feelings that bind each other.
And this afternoon, his soul was slapped as he looked at Dhira who had lost her heart. The woman now had no aura, her gaze was blank, her face pale and implied an increasingly laden burden.
Arya pityes Dhira.
Arya hardened her jaw, holding tightness in her heart. The woman before him was hurt too deeply.
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Ms. Hana
He had spent half of the day talking to his only child. His eyes seemed to be torn with today's events. She is a woman who always puts her feelings forward. And that is the absolute thing, which is always the headline of every woman.
Besides women are contradictory creatures, women are creatures that put forward their feelings rather than logic.
Where does he know, if it turns out that Dhira covers up things like that. In plain sight, he saw Dhira was a woman who was obedient to her mother. There's no blame there. But the fact this morning, made the forerunner for the old woman, in breaking the relationship that has been established. In a sense, it would cancel the marriage.
There is no guarantee for someone who imposes a will. And he knows himself enough for that. He'll release Dhira.
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Andhira
He didn't know how to deal with the world after this. His soul was empty, empty springing. In addition to losing her baby, she now feels like she has lost her life.
Is it wrong to want to be happy?
Is it wrong with her status that a widow. He did not regret if he had been rolled up, by the excitement of desire while with Abhimanyu. She is a woman who needs that touch. Moreover, Abhimanyu is an adult man who is certainly proficient in terms of making love, and satisfying friends of the type. He is only an unholy man, thirsting for the sincere caress of a man who loves himself.
And that is Abhimanyu.
He once loved with all his heart, but what he accepted was betrayal. And as he opened his heart, he felt like a seductress. For making love with a person, whose status is still the legal husband of a woman.
Complicated and weird.
Destiny throws him back into the complicated depths of life. At the intersection of choice, he was ambiguous. Because of the darkness of the past, incised a sense of trauma to just defy his mother. He was afraid to be a bad person. And under that pretext, he gave up his day by more accepting of the new man, with the headline of compulsion.
He's nothing more than a looser!. For himself.
His happiness is no longer important, he feels sincere and resigned if his life to death will continue like that.
Most importantly, he would not disobey his mother a second time. Because according to him, donkeys alone will not fall in the same hole.
But apparently, he forgot if happiness is he himself who can determine.
And at its peak, when he found out that he was being swallowed by a fetus from the seed of Abhimanyu, he felt that he was not himself. He felt that there was another side of him rising up.
Confused, afraid, sad, happy, despised, betrayed. Mixed, struggling into one.
It was just her, the woman with all ambiguity who dominated at the crossroads of her life. A woman who has no power, to just fight for her happiness.
But when the harsh reality he accepted, that a thing that was still going to be that would be, had returned to nirvana, he felt more if he had become a complete human failure.
According to him, he lost everything. Love, trust, affection, blessing, honor and everything else. The thing that made him, did not dare to look at the world, and no longer dare to pursue the sun.
Apathetically.
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Rabbet
He wished his eyes could be closed for even a moment. He wanted to drown himself in a dream. Because it is in reality, it seems less able to do at this time.
His heart is broken, his mind is broken. She looked at her mother like she wasn't her mother. She felt that her mother had become someone else by simply remaining silent like that.
A little bit he knew what was going on, although not in detail. He is just a carbine boy who is matured by circumstances. Forcing his clenched hands to be strong, encouraging himself.
But honestly, he hated himself for not being able to do much. If at that time he did not forbid his mother, maybe the wound of his mother's heart is not as deep. He does not understand love. All he knows is, his mother always looks happy and cheerful when with the pakde of Jodhi.
I don't know, may God bring back his mother's smile. He did not feel at home if he had to see his mother become someone else, who likes to be silent.
In her mother's silence there was a deep sense of disappointment. And that, made his heart hurt. Because they feel useless.
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