The Love Struggle of Miss Ruth

Chapters 179. Neat Dava

The face of shock could no longer look as calm as usual. Now Tarisya can only look at the full question of the husband. She really did not know what her husband meant and purpose was to say like this.

"Dad...Jeff grew up with us. He was born in the womb of Mother. How could Dad say that he's not our son?" his question had never been imagined all this time.

Mr. Wilson who seemed very difficult to speak tried his hardest to take a deep breath. He looked back at his wife's face with great difficulty, no matter if the sweat on his body was so heavy as to move his entire body.

"It's not just Jeff, Mother. Shandy too.he is not our son.." now his speech has been heard clearly in the hearing sense of the wife.

"Huh? wh-what? hehehe Dad was kidding what is this? It's not funny, Dad? This is not funny for Mother." Tarisya until sitting limp on the side of the bed staring meaningfully at the husband who was still sitting in his wheelchair.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." he said softly filled with regret.

For years he suffered with his wife, but only now he dared to be honest with the woman in front of him. They are not even in this world anymore without knowing the truth.

Tarisya shook his head blankly towards the floor in front of him. He lowered his head as he sat on the side of his bed. It still seems very difficult to believe the truth that the husband said about the origin of the figure of their first child.

"Where's our son's grave, Dad? And Shandy? what happened to our son at the time?" he seemed so sad to hear the confession of the husband that told the whole beginning he brought Dava into his household.

Although it is very difficult to speak, Mr. Wilson still tries hard to explain everything. He did not want to delay any more time to hide all these great secrets from his wife. That guilt is really how he feels right now.

"Our children...I buried it in the tomb near the hospital, Sya. Forgive me, Shay." he bowed his head in regret. Can no longer finally tears also fell at that time.

He was deeply saddened to see the expression of his wife's shock, though the wound might not have caused his wife any psychiatric harm. Unlike the case if the wife knows when giving birth may be all the worst possibilities will happen to them.

"Shandy is the son of..."

"Who from, Dad? where is our real son?" Tarisya finally had a high-pitched voice without him noticing.

Her curiosity made her forget that her husband still had trouble speaking. She walked over to her husband and clasped his shoulders tightly. In his eyes so deep that it was not bright.

"Say, Father! Where's our real son?" Mr. Wilson wept down his face without daring to stare at the face of the woman who had been faithfully accompanying him.

He could not even tell the truth about this second problem. So many wounds that he hid from his wife during their time together.

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The night was finally missed with so much crying going on at Mr. Wilson's residence. Nothing could be done that night either. All the problems that happened were so very difficult to solve quickly.

Even this morning, the figure of the woman who was still faithful waiting all night the man who was still unconscious seemed to hold back the drowsiness in his eyes.

The greatest worry he felt when he saw a face full of bruises there.

"Ruth," said the soft voice of a man who sounded heavy and hoarse.

"Sister, Big Brother finally woke up too." Ruth immediately stood up and examined Dava's forehead which was still attached with a compress device perfectly.

"Uhuk uhuk..." Dava coughed while holding his stomach which was very painful.

With a swift Ruth woke up from her seat and took a glass of water that from night had been prepared by Mbok Nan.

"Sister, drink. Come." she also helped Dava to wake up from his sleep and put a glass on the ex-husband.

It was sad that Ruth felt when she saw the man she loved so much sickly lying weak at this moment.

"I miss you, Ruth." said Dava staring at the ex-wife who seemed so attentive to her.

"Sister, sorry - I-I want -" he turned to want to leave the room but Dava's hand was so swift to hold the woman's arm.

"Please stay here..." Dava's gaze looked so full of pleading.

The two pairs of eyes seemed to look at each other so deeply. Only gazes yet clearly expressed each other a very deep sense of longing.

"Morning, Father." exclaimed the boy who sounded echoing from the door.

Ruth and Dava were far apart and released their hands when they saw the figure of the beloved boy who had walked with his carefree face.

"Darling, are you ready for school?" greet Ruth first before the Princess approaches Dava.

How adorable.

Dava smiled at the child's behavior.

"Hey.don't frown like that, son. You're fine, and there's Mamah and the others who can take care of you, right?" dava's eyes were on the ex-wife.

If all his words could happen, he would be willing to be sick for the rest of his life.

The sad face of the Princess was suddenly bright when she heard the words of the father. "Huh? Means Dad and Mom are in love again dong? asian!" he was seen clenching his hands in front of his chest and jumping very happily.

"Then later tonight we can bob together again, Mah? Daddy's? today the Princess will promise to be a painting champion in class. Princess wants to love the good value of the Princess for Daddy to heal quickly." she moved quickly hugged Dava's body and grasped the hand of the mother and pulled it fast.

Put together the hands of two couples who just separated. Her heart was so happy this morning to get news that she had never expected before.

"Well, Daddy, the Princess went to school first?" his tiny hands kissed the father's cheeks and mamah took turns without listening to the explanation of the two first.

I don't know why Ruth and Dava suddenly went silent. No one dared to ruin the mood of their little boy that morning.

There were only views that met each other without a voice speaking.

After the departure of the Princess now left Dava and Ruth alone in the room. Both of them feel more awkward when there are no more selan them.

Immediately, Ruth turned her gaze and glanced towards the glass she saw remaining a bit of its contents.

"Sister, I want to fill this water first." point it at an empty glass.

Without a hint Dava's limp hand turned strong. He pulled the potbellied body and put it in his arms.

"Sister, what are you doing?" Ruth tried to rebel even though she realized her feelings were much more like the actual treatment.

"Let it go, Ruth. I beg you." whispered Dava in the ear that she had smelled the distinctive scent of her body.

Dava really misses this scent. He even closed his eyes slowly.

However, the consciousness within Ruth still clearly controlled her. He must not continue his lust at this time.

"Sister Jeff, please stop!" contact with the energy that is sober.

Dava's hand circles are so strong in his body. Occasionally the hug felt so intimate when Ruth felt there was a bottom of Dava's body that she stuck with all her might. Like a normal man, obviously Dava really wants a relationship that is much deeper than just a hug.

"Ruth, please let me let go of this longing.I beg you, let me be the sinner, dear." What a common sense Dava really can't be controlled anymore.

He hugged forcibly not even caring about the condition of the sister who had difficulty releasing her body. Instantly there were tears falling on the man's eyes, his heart was saddened to get rejection from the woman he loved so much.

Dava was really hurt to see the reaction of his sister. Finally slowly his hands began to loosen and release the embrace.

With a gasping breath, Ruth stood up from the bed fixing her clothes and tidying up her messy hair. But clearly there is a red touch on the scar. Dava's thin mustache is seen giving a mark on the woman's white neck.

Ruth immediately ran away from the room where her husband was. He no longer dared to look at the handsome face of Dava who decorated a bluish pattern there.

"Shandy" said the surprised Mother to see her daughter running and almost hit her in front of the door.

There was no answer from Ruth, she walked past her mother. Tarisya's forehead frowned at the expression of the child. He finally curiously walked into the first child's room and approached Dava.

"How are you doing, son?" she asked with gentle attention.

Dava who saw the presence of the mother was so shocked when he saw the two eyes that looked swollen there. "Mother? Mommy's crying?" tanyanya looked worried.

"No. Mother was just too late last night. Hows it? Are you still sick? If yes, Mommy will take you to the hospital, son." Tarisya's gentle demeanor makes anyone very comfortable being her child.

Dava could see there was a gurat of sadness in both of her eyes as she spoke to him and looked at him.

"What do you think of right now? I don't think it's my problem and Ruth's." Dava's inner gaze was full of inquiry.