The Wounds of the Past

Chapter 12(heartbreak)

POV Dhea

The comfort that comes with the change in attitude of the boss, it turns out to make me start again hoping to meet a man who loves with full loyalty.

If I saw Amanda and the boss yesterday, I can't deny that in my heart there is a feeling of relief and disappointment.

Disappointed that I wasn't that important to them. I'm a duh, an ordinary woman who happens to be dragged into the waves that will eventually bounce out.

But we have to be professional, right?

"Lunch with us, Dhe?"

My head looked up at the source of the voice in front of me, Ahmad. A kind man who loves the boss too.

"We haven't been able to eat together in a long time, have we?"

I smiled, "okay.. In the canteen?" tanyaku later.

"Yes.. Join the same others. We miss you too. But... If you, um-want to eat both outside, okay too."

No. gabe... I no longer have the energy to hope for something uncertain. The boss has already siphoned, taking all the hopeful energy I have.

"At the canteen"

I do not want to give hope by agreeing to lunch alone with Ahmad. I myself know very well, how to accidentally wish on something uncertain.

At least this is my way of trying not to forget to take care of the hearts of others because it is too busy to take care of my own heart.

"Welcome-back! Ohhhhoo!" Reni's shrill voice rang out almost to all corners of the canteen. How humiliating!

"Doooh! Don't be ashamed!" My legs softly after hugging one by one my female friends.

"We miss you! It seems, for thousands of years we have not met" Goda Zaenal. The man sitting in front of me and Ahmad. Pak Satria's secretary.

"Excessive, Nal! I talked to you more than I ever did with Ahmad!" It was obviously me who finally made me regret it. Sloppy!

"Cieee... Ahammaad! Aduuuh, so long as Ahmad" Goda Bunga. Make me wrong.

"When do we eat it?" ask after a light laugh.

It's been a long time, I didn't join them. But as it turns out, they stay nice and warm like this. I was ready to face that attitude... Apparently, it didn't happen.

I smiled gratefully, being surrounded by people who were not busy with their own affairs. They care, really care.

POV Jovan

"Daddy want to eat some porridge?" ask my little princess, sweetie. "Do you want to eat soup?" Fast follow.

Finicky.

Big later, I think she will be a chatty woman who is considerate, on the side of her attitude that is sometimes scary. Even though he will become a leader, he will definitely not lose his female side.

Hot body at once the head feels dizzy. My situation is that Amanda's snooping. Wonder... Why this mouth can be so presumptuous, obviously not like the usual me.

Amanda's not Dhea.

Damnit damnit!

I started to compare them. Messed up... It's obviously fucked.

"Dad!"

"Yes?"

"You what?"

Want you, that's the sentence Dhea said when yesterday heartbroken.

Aduuhh, the more dizzy my head becomes.

"Where are you?"

Is clear! Clearly, my heart and brain and mouth were out of tune. The brain thinks who... Heart, who!

"Yet there's the same business as a good-looking lawyer."

Dismissively,

Typical Daniela.

"Who's handsome?" I was half in disbelief.

"Om lawyer. Daddy doesn't know yet?" ask my daughter confused. Makes me cringe.

"So really?" I asked back, as well as observing the flat expression of my little girl.

"Yes. Mama and papa want to split rich daddy with aunt Rhea."

"Are you okay?"

"El's not a kid anymore, Dad. He had eyes that could see clearly, ears that could hear normally, and... El has a heart that can feel. Moreover, it has a sense of sensitivity that may be greater than El's friend." Obviously Daniela, my magical little daughter. Perfect and special.

"El, it's fine!"

Not out everything I thought, my worries. Ehh... It has been answered firmly, without forgetting there is a beautiful smile that was there.

Daniela might be strong, but Amanda?

"Mama... That's so! Pura pura strong. My mom is perfect to be an artist. Really, Dad."

Confused of course!

A girl as small as this could speak such difficult and ambiguous sentences.

"El was not even surprised, if the mother was equally willing to separate. Divorce is her name?"

Gluey!

I choked on my own saliva.

Oh God. How could? My daughter?

"Mama's the same Papa, even though it looks fine for a few years. I understand, if in fact... Emm--how yeah. Daddy, ask your mom!"

I nodded in agreement, obviously my daughter understood what was happening but it was hard to talk about it.

"Keep about the handsome om?" reveal again. Still curious.

"Mama's lawyer, right? Is that? What else, Dad?"

Uh!

A shitty smile.

"Mom knows? That Daddy's sick?" I can't help my feelings getting weird. A tar? Getting angry? I'm sure it's not about jealousy. Just... Get used to Amanda and arrive, she doesn't exist. At a time like this.

"Know. I know!" Amanda's sweet voice sounded in my ear.

Dreams, fantasies. If it wasn't for Daniela's voice greeting Amanda, maybe I'd be sure it was my imagination.

"Hay Ma! Mama's done talking to that?"

"Already, darling. What did your dad eat?"

I hurriedly replied, before my little girl, "Not yet!"

"I didn't ask you!" Said Amanda, cramming. It was clearly pouting on his lips. Anxious, make gemes.

Daniela and I laughed. Amanda's too cute to be like this.

"Ma, El said the same mbok Well first yes. Make porridge"

"No need, El. Mama before here made porridge. Mama put it in the kitchen" explained Amanda without stopping, chatty. I'm between two adorable chatty women.

"Would you like to eat now or later?"

"Later on."

"If so, El will go down. Look at Adit's brother Satria."

Amanda, even though she's still pouting, she's still checking my temperature. Lay out a pillow to make it more comfortable on my back.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" My voice was slow, pulling Amanda's hand to sit next to me.

If it wasn't for not being able to bear to see Amanda's face like this, why would I apologize. Oh, I'm not wrong. That's not a word for Amanda.

"Even if that sentence isn't for me directly, it hurts! It hurts here, if you say so."

"sorry. Okay well? We peace?" Soft pet. Definitely not going to win against this woman, succumbing to that is exactly one step forward to victory.

"You? How do you explain everything to our daughter?" ask me to vent.

The one in question lowered his head, crying without a sound. Amanda's habits that I know well.

It's true, we weren't okay all this time. I clasped the thin body into my arms, trying to calm down as much as possible. With silence. We both need the same sedative sentence of any kind. Attitudes and behaviors are more effective than words that come out of the mouth.

"Daniela knows everything, knows why all this time her father was so indifferent, why it was his favorite om jo who always existed under any circumstances. Ela knows, mas. Everything is without exception" Amanda explained as she looked at me, nanar.

My breathing was heavy, trying to stay calm while rubbing the face of this woman, the mother of my son.

"I don't want to, Mom! I don't want Daniela to be like this. I want Daniela to be as happy as her age. Play, joke, learn."

Got it. Understand how my son's mother feels. Who wouldn't worry if they had a daughter like Daniela? Know what not everyone knows. Able to read what is invisible.

"I'm not grateful, Mom. It's just-mas know, right?"

I patted obediently, holding tightly Amanda's fingers which would be squeezed by myself if I did not hold.

"Eat him, I need Dhea to be a companion, Mas Jo!" Amanda's touch is rough. Change to hold my hand tightly. As if convincing.

I was still shocked, trying to digest everything that happened. Why was Dhea's name brought?

"Bring me porridge, hungry!" Elakku. The only way to quickly end this discussion is to ignore and divert to other things.

"Yes!" Amanda whine, it sucks. It sucks to make me feel that way, ah! Basic man! Especially me. Who could not resist such an adorable, cute face like this, though annoying.

"Haus. My throat is dry, my stomach is hungry."

Amanda stood up while remaining surly. However, it is true that I have not eaten anything since.