The Wounds of the Past

Chapter 7 Nadira pov (arrival of Adit)

POV Jovan

"Mas Jo!"

The thunderous sound of a thunderbolt during the day clearly belonged to a strange woman. A little cryy, a little bit turned into laughter, sometimes look stupid, sometimes sadistic too devious.

Amanda!

Who else would dare to shout in this house to make mbok Anah break the plate because it was too shocked.

Foolish, why I used to be so obedient all the words Amanda said. Just so you know it's done. Home, driver, assistant. All absolute under the decision of that strange woman.

It became gini, one screamed loudly. The only thing breaking the plate. Perfect, this weekend. Not to mention my swollen face. And the pouting face of my little angel.

"In the kitchen!" My screams don't lose loud. It must be up to the vestibule, my voice this.

"Drink, Daddy. Don't be so strong following the silly action of her mama El."

I frowned, confused at once amused. My lips managed to smile amusedly.

The el?

Daniela so Ela and now-El?

Whys? Wh why?

"Because El it's more cute it sounds in the ear. Don't fuck daddy!" My daughter's touch is rough.

Oh my God,

Wrong, this is wrong. My daughter's tone of voice shouldn't be this rough.

"Don't be rude being a girl! Mama's ears hurt because you're talking about such a rough tone." Amanda cuek. We sat down with us at the pantry table.

I seem to agree with whoever said Amanda looked like an astral being. His feet were not heard. My hearing is quite sensitive.

"What cooking is today, mbok well?" Ask Amanda while staring mbok nah, friendly.

It's always like this, he's friendly. And it's getting friendlier compared to before. Stronger than the previous Amanda.

While me?

Smiling kindly to mbok well it feels stiff, the nerves of my lips like frozen. As soon as my eyes saw someone other than Amanda and Daniela, all the nerves in my body froze again. In the past, in recent months, this attitude feels good and makes it comfortable. To this day. It feels good, when we don't know where happy is sad. Where is the reality where daydreams. Where is the past and what is the present.

Only the two of them are clearly visible in my life. After-the damned secretary. Where there are people who want to be treated arbitrarily by people who are not who if indeed he is not a person who is cursed.

Given that it was clear that the girl was still being nice when I subconsciously hit the girl's body mercilessly, cursing with a sentence that made all the good women both cry hysterically. And the most annoying thing is that I was out of my own limits when I was with that little girl.

My mouth lightly scolded, scorned, sneered and even said something exaggerated in a negative context.

"Mas Jovan!" Shouted Amanda loudly. Makes me really fall out of a chair.

Oh my God,

Could you please just remove this bar woman.

"Daddy, here.. El help." Daniela stretched out her tiny hand. While his mother was laughing out loud while holding a fork of fruit, laughing at me who fell from the chair because of shock.

"Daddy today El want to eat meatballs. You can ma, yes! Meatballs close to his aunt Dhea's house. Really good daddy!"

"Don't!"

"Don't!"

Compact again, together again. Make me suspicious of this woman. Tumben he reacted the same as me when it came to the damned woman.

"Why?" Daniela was disappointed. Enthusiasm now changed sighs of disappointment that made my heart ache.

"Because-"

"You're staying at Aunt Dhea's, Ma. Tomorrow mama anterin me to daddy's office, continue to let Ela go straight home with aunt Dhea on a motorcycle. Funny!"

My little girl had already jumped up in excitement, ignoring my expression of total objection. While Amanda actually smiled happily, while enjoying the pieces of fruit in front of her. Exactly! They are just as disrespectful to my opinion.

"The chicken is ready, Amanda. The same is the same rice suduk sambal atinya is ready everything." Nah slowly said, stopping Daniela's activity that told me this was not sure about the woman who seemed to be right in the curse.

We all moved to sit at the dining table, along with mbok nah and his son. All complete, chicken there, rice there, egg iris there, the complement there. And-my eyes stopped staring at the contents of the table, alternately staring at Amanda and mbok well.

"Daddy! Stopit! Here the lalapannya. Here you go, Daniela take it. Daddy made mbok nah want to faint. It's a pity." Read Daniela without stopping just breathing. Stably. Walk while carrying my favorite plate and his mouth does not stop nagging. Really stable and good at controlling.

"Ma--sorry, Den Jo." Whisper Mbok Well, afraid of fear.

I just took a rough breath while putting rice on my plate.

"Please, mbok. Let's eat." Pinta Amanda came back as if to be my representative in doing anything.

Wonderful,

Busy right Amanda thought about my life, while she's back in the arms of the demon guy. Yeah, even though we went back under one roof with Amanda, we never did. And the discussion about them is absolutely haram in my place.

"Mas Jo, sorry. Tomorrow I want a permit to Bali. There's studytour. For the school certificate, it's on Jo's desk." Adityo is calm. I understand everything that happened to his mother's boss.

I nodded slowly, continuing to enjoy the chicken thighs that were fried crisply outside but soft and the spice really seeped in. Even I've finished two and this is the third.

Mbok is a champion. The champion helped me forget the delicious food that used to be routinely made by demonic women. I completely avoided the menu she used to cook. And the taste of cooking mbok Nah is different.

"It's been paid, Dit?" Ask Amanda slowly.

"Already, madam. Jo paid for it."

"Sister Adit, buy by make El ya."

I just listen to their conversations. Only speak when answered. Trying our hardest to get rid of the tightness that came with the shadow of Rhea sitting with us with two children interacting like this. Be ill. Pain and eventually emptiness.

"You paid, ma'am?" Ask Amanda. Save me from the void.

"Yes. The notification letter was sent to the office. I keep giving him his pocket money. Are you the same secretary I am ?" Reply slowly. Without taking my eyes off the typical sambal ati mbok Nah.

"Here you go, Jo. Thank you." Thank you." Answer aditya, sweetie. Remain sweet even though the interlocutor seems to be in a different zone. Although at first glance he was engrossed in his mother's cooking.

"There's really no need for pocket money, Den. This alone is enough. More than enough." Add mbok Nah trying to ventured. "It doesn't mind either, den."

"Many people just ask for attention, ask to be appreciated without them realizing that they have forgotten that they cannot appreciate others. At least this is our way of remembering that we also need to appreciate and also pay attention to others." Amanda said softly. Take back the position I should have done.

"Hahaha, Adit's brother actually did not want to go lo ma. Mama does not know, if Adit's brother actually chose at home ajah. But his notification letter's been read by daddy."

Daniela's carefree voice saved me from feeling that I didn't know what her name was. What is clear is that my life is back in the light.

"Where do you know that rich detail, El?" Ask Amanda anxious.

"Kan Denger fit Adit again chat with aunt Dhea."

Succeeds,

The name managed to make me choke on the chili that made my throat feel bad.

"Eh, Daddy likes rich Aunt El. Just eat the choking event. Here, at the drink first." Ejek Daniela while holding out a glass filled with white water.

Ah, this girl sucks sometimes. You, Amanda's son.

Dhea. One name that sounds like Rhea in my ears and brain. Sick and sore. It still hurts this much even though hundreds of hours have passed.

Love-just makes you a stupid human being who is willing to be whatever comes for the sake of the one we love. More miserable than a child.

Hmh!