The Wounded Woman

Part 1's

- Allana, You are the purpose of Mother's Life

"Mother, what is father?"

My name is Almaera Razani Al-kahfi I am a student, A driver of gocar is also a mother to my daughter who is now two years old.

I am a Single, final semester student of Jakarta State University.

Allana my son's name. Allana Razani Al-kahfi is my Kandung.

Many people commented badly about Allana Not even a few who scoffed at Allana 'a bastard'. Indeed, in such a fact Allana is the child of my Forbidden relationship with the man '*******' it. To call her name I am fed up, I am sick of it, because after finding out I'm pregnant she's reluctant to take responsibility.

The biggest mistake of my life is loving a man who just wants to take advantage of me.

He told me to abort this baby and forget everything. But I didn't want to be a Killer and I chose to forget him because he closed all accesses and blocked everything that came into contact with me.

Free, my tears mean nothing to her.

Nah! More precisely I hid Allana's whereabouts from him.

Because I know he's not a good man. Unbecoming

Allana calls him Father.

Stupidly I want to do something forbidden with a man who is not my muhrim.

It's because of my curiosity, I'm stuck in my own game but I don't want to be a second time sinner.

And right, now I'm hurt because Allana always asks 'What is dad?' the more he asked the more it ripped my heart.

This afternoon I promised to go home quickly to Allana after completing my duties.

I left Allana to Mom, before I promised I'd take her for a walk

I drove my car slowly down the South Jakarta street at Four in the afternoon after fifteen minutes

With full spirit, shadowing the look on my son's face Here's his sweet smile.

Actually there is no shortage of even more than enough youngest of two brothers and my mother a Wirasuasta.

My father was also a TNI Soldier. And soon nearing retirement, my brother Gavin Al-kahfi works at a bank and he's not married. Just like me, I have a child.

My parents were devastated to remember what happened to me. But the more here everything supports Abang Gavin also often spend time with Allana when on holiday. Or while on leave.

The car I drive into the residential area I live in. I looked at my little girl eating with Mom in the courtyard.

I stepped slowly, as Allana turned around and circulated her flagship smile.

"Mother, puyaaang!" He shouted while hugging my left leg. I Aligned high with Allana and kissed her forehead deep.

"Allana, that was Fussy," Mother's voice made me pause for a moment.

"Why Ma'am?"

"As usual, no one wants to play unless Allana Takes dad."

"Where do you know? And why did Allana get out of the house? Where's auntie?"

I gasped when I realized Allana was looking at me, as if she understood what we were talking about. I'd love to go to the house of mothers who talk about Allana in front of their children so they are reluctant to make friends with Allana.

Even if he knew it would be like this so maybe he would never want to live I just want to keep my psychic Son and big happy I do not want my son Disturbed by the reality that happened let me only the one who bears everything.

"Come on baby! Let's play and follow Uncle Gavin to work." Rayuku and holding Allana.

"Oma, Adek go first huh?" Pamitku to my mother in after Allana's Nasty which makes the mother anxious after the nod, then I walk into the car.

I have nothing to betray except my own heart!

I am no longer able to hold everything by myself, My cry breaks along with the end of my prayer.

I've been trying to make my son happy. I ignored my feelings, ignored everything.

To this day I accidentally stalked Instagram ****** That's what I found a photo of a woman with her following a caption that looks disgusting.

Remembering before getting me he treated me like that.

Fitrah Ramadlan, a good name for the man but not with the mannerisms he has is very commendable.

Fitrah Ramadlan, a name that used to be very attached to my heart. Name that made me forget the treatment of my ex-lover but it turns out he was worse than my ex-lover he asked for something that I could not give, if I could because I was forced to ask to be served like, Husband.

Heart, hurts. Maybe if I could see my heart no longer shaped.

Crushed already. Not wanting to repeat the old wounds just that my little wish was there for him.

My parents and my whole family rejected him.

I believe in God, the owner of power above all else. I'm stirring up all the feelings that are devastating to me. I believe God has always accompanied me. Observing my every complaint and my cries every night.

I couldn't bear to hear, the little question that became Allana's mainstay.

Why doesn't he have friends, or why do all his friends always ask about dad.

Lying I didn't feel anything while stalking the man's Instagram. Only I was too smart to keep everything tight until it was just me and God who knew it even the message from him I still kept Neat, he knew about Allana's whereabouts even had time to meet but I refused rudely, I didn't want my Son to depend on him.

"O Allah, please Annihilate my love." I cried after the painful dream that I tried to drown by closing my mouth.

Tok.dok...

"Ma..The alma? Have you slept, son?"

The door to my room opened slowly after my father's step, I can't lie anymore can I? These eyes are witnesses All of them.

Dad looked at me pitying, it felt like turning back to 15 years ago when I cried because my leg sprained fell from a tree, Dad's gaze the same.

"Jalani son, thank you. Don't be like this, son, you deserve to be happy."

"Alma, want to be little again Father," I said, And poured into my arms, weeping bitterly there, releasing all the burdens I had long kept tidy.

Indeed, Dad is where I complained from as a child. And just a few minutes' hug I've calmed down enough.

"Dad, I don't think I can anymore." Oversimplifies

"Almaera, God gave the ordeal to know how sincere his servant was through." Said Dad while wiping my tears.

I cried in the arms of the man who first arrested me.

From childhood I was very close to Dad, while Brother Gavin he was closer to Mom.