The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chaptre 155. The Nicolas family

The two closed eyelids slowly began to show a weak movement. After a few minutes of unconsciousness, Dava and her mother were finally able to sigh.

Here, the room that was always filled with laughter and happy jokes looked pitiful. The tears on both cheeks of Tarisya fell instantly. He could not bear to see the suffering of the child that occurred at this time.

"I'm sorry, Mother. If you know the arrival of the Mother actually brings wounds for all of you...Mother will choose to end the struggle of Mother's life while in the room of my children." she groaned inwardly staring at the sorrow of the only girl among two boys.

"Darling, Shandy." she hugged Ruth as she opened her eyes slowly.

Those faint brown eyes saw two figures that looked at him as well. He could see who was in his room.

"Hehehe...Dav, even when I'm like this, I still dream of you. I can't believe this, Dav. You don't even care about me anymore, do you?" He chuckles when he realizes the figure of the husband that feels like his hallucination.

Dava can't say anything. He looked at the wife who was now his full sister. While Tarisya who hugged the body of his son so release the hug. He stared at the pale face lying weakly on the bed.

"Shandy, you're not dreaming, son. How could your husband not care about you anymore? We all care about you, Shandy." he explained, cupping the child's face to look at him.

But Ruth still looked at Dava without turning her eyes.

"How can I dream in my room? But did I remember if I was still sitting in the garden?" He keeps on messing with himself.

Dava really could not bear to see the sadness of the wife, only one night they separated the situation was already like a melting pot. How can they face everything in a different way.

"Ruth," Dava hugged the sister after Tarisya rewinded his body because he was confused about how else to talk to his son.

The firm body of the man trembled as it vented all its pain in that embrace. He did not care about the mother and father who are now in the room as well. His heart really could not see this woman that he loved so much.

"I beg you not to be like this, dear. Don't make yourself sick, Ruth. I beg you." cried Dava so bitterly.

He rubbed his wife's head several times.

At that moment, Ruth's sense of smell inhaled a familiar body scent. Only then did he come to his senses from his daydream. He looked at the face from the side, the stern jaw that looked resounding and the white skin that was so flushed.

"Dav, uh,"

"Dava" she cried when she realized the real presence of her husband in her room at this time.

he tried with all his might to embrace the sturdy body, his tears flowing back with a rush until the clear sounding sound of crying slowly turned into a voice silenced by the field chest.

"I beg you, Dav don't leave me. I won't be able to separate from you. I can't.." he said as he sobbed.

"I'm sorry, honey. Forgive our blood relationship. Forgive God for our farewells later." Dava said while crying. He will not be able to resist destiny and follow sin forever.

However, he will soon leave the wife after the child in the womb of the wife is born.

The head was strong as if to answer if he of course refused hard to part. He will not be able to separate from the husband he once loved, especially if there are children who will be the future of their marriage.

Seeing the two bodies hugging each other made Tarisya shake his head with tears that could not stop dripping.

For a moment he allowed his two children to let go of the sadness, even though their sadness would not end just like that. But everything must be decided wisely.

"Dad, let Mother take Daddy to our room first huh? Let them both be for a while." he said while pushing the wheelchair of the husband who had seen the look on his face was also very sad.

"Em..em." the silenced mouth was heard so refusing to be taken out of the room.

His eyes were fixed on the figure of Dava and Ruth hugging each other. Tarisya insisted on taking her husband out.

"Dad, let them both go first. They won't do anything. They're all grown-ups. Don't you worry dad?" he persuaded the husband not to be angry to let the brother-sister relationship stay close like that.

"Assalamualaikum," a man's voice sounded from outside the house.

Tarisya who heard it immediately left the husband after making sure the husband slept comfortably in the mattress that they had longed for.

"Walaikum salam.." he walked quickly and it turns out that the one who came was Joints.

"Berson,"

"Mother," said Joints as well. He hugged her and kissed the back of her hand.

Although it feels so awkward to meet the mother, but the heart says another. The joint feels a sense of calm whenever it gets the attention and tenderness of the woman who is old enough in front of it now.

"Where's your wife, son?" tanya Tarisya who had indeed heard if Jendi had a wife.

Instantly Jendi was silent, he recalled the incident before he went to the mother's house this morning.

"Berson," again Tarisya grabbed the child's sturdy shoulder. He saw there was sadness in Joints eyes at this time when he heard the wife in question her mother.

"Let's sit. Let Mommy make some warm milk for you..." Tarisya walked to lead the child.

Her heart was truly sad, so many problems that her son was facing right now. Why his family was so tested when they had all gathered.

Now Tarisya walked over with a firm smile on his face and a glass of warm milk in his hands. He was sitting next to Joints at this moment.

"drink. To keep your mind calm, Jeff and Shandy are still in the room. Mother let them to solve their problems first." he began to confide in the child.

The joint hears the breath of the mother. Clearly he knew how tired his mother now had to see their children with their respective problems but not with him who actually refused to share the story with his mother.

"I'm sorry, Mother. Today Dina couldn't come with me here." she started to open the conversation.

"Because of trouble?" tanya Tarisya was so enthusiastic to listen to the outpouring of the child's heart.