Trapped in the Love of the Man I Hate

Love hides behind the curtain of hate.

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But there is still one problem that I cannot solve about the work of the Father.I do not know where the Father works, what works and on whom because the Father does not want to tell.I want to find out, I want to find out,but you forbid me.Bapak just said, 'if the work is halal and light, but paid big'.

What kind of work is that?.My job just drains my mind and my energy even though the salary is pretty decent.

Yep, yeah,as a Customer Service in my salary Bank quite appreciably can reduce the burden of mother and Father.This is all thanks to the sacrifice of Mr. I can work in a Bank with a Bachelor diploma that costs not a little until you sell the angkot being the main source of Mr.'s livelihood, for the sake of my tuition, and you also work for others, which I never know who the employer of the Father.

Remembering the sacrifice of the Father I feel guilty has troubled parents from my childhood until now.Oh God!.It felt like I had a debt that I would not be able to pay off.And three years passed, but my regret still remains.As if this is a punishment from God for my actions that I have done.

But I'm a little relieved, soon I will get married, so it will reduce the burden on parents and also release the responsibility of the Father on me.

I still remember when I just graduated from college.I wanted to change my physique that is not nice to see first before applying for a job because I am not confident.

I followed the diet program, fat sucker, exercise, body care and diet, to get an attractive physique, ideal body posture to get a job.

Because in the present era, physical appearance and skill are top priorities that can make a quick acceptance of work.

To do that, it will take a long time,had to go through a long process and fight hard because all can not be obtained instantly.But my struggle is not in vain because in approximately 3 months my stocky body shrank to more than 25 kg.Allah 77, now 51, and I'm proud now have a body not as thick as before.Even my exotic skin is brighter and not as dark as before, the color I diligently treatment disalon.

That's draining my wallet.

But Vanny, her one-on-one student who wants to be friends with me in college first wants to help me.Why?, Karna Vanny bergelimang treasure, who is,now that Vanny has a boutique business and became a Fashion Designer, I only have CS at the Bank.

Dear thousand dear, Vanny is the cousin of the man who ignored my feelings at any time, I can also meet the man.But my breath is a little loose,because the man went to study in England.I was happy to be able to rearrange my heart that was once ravaged.

But if the man comes back then it will be messed up.Maybe the curtain that hides my love will be scattered back, so that the love hidden behind the curtain, can come out at any time.

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Mutia looked at the figure that had just come out of the car, in the distance and her hands stretched out as soon as the figure walked towards her who was none other than her son, Arken."Ken iamaang's".

Arken ran into the arms of his Mama who was standing on the terrace.His husband had been waiting for him to come home since then."I'm coming home Ma".

"Oh, Mama's favorite son".Very long Mutia hugged Arken as if she no longer wanted to part with her only child who was so dear.

Mutia looked at her son's face to make sure it was true that his son had returned."Is this really my son, Ken?.I'm not dreaming, am I?".

As if still can not believe also if in front of him this is his own son.

"Really! this is my son, Ken!.This is my son".Arken's forehead and cheeks are frowned upon with longing passion.

Iris Mutia who was emitting a sparkling light, stared at the pitch-black netra of her son.

"Mama misses you, son".Because it was too longing, Mutia to feel the face of her son who was more handsome and tall."You've come back, son.Welcome baby!".

Arken just carved a smile to see his Mama happy for his return from London." Comeing! we're going in. I'm tired".

"Alright.Come! honey.Clean yourself first then rest for a while then eat.Mama has prepared your favorite food".Mutia hooked Arken's tired-looking arm and accompanied Arken to the room.

"Wait at the dinner table!".Mutia returned to the kitchen, letting Arken unwind for a moment and freshened back her energy.

Arken smelled his body smell sweat.He needs to take a bath and refresh his energy back.Arken took the bathrobe in a stacking container containing special toiletries.Arken took off his clothes and put on his bathrobe.

Arken took a shower, and went back downstairs when it was ready.Keep walking towards the dining room, and took a seat beside Mutia who was waiting at the dining table.Together Mutia, Arken ate food.

"Where's Papa, Ma?".Arken hasn't seen his Papa who's been so close to him since he came.

Born as an only child, of course, Arken has no siblings and is very lonely when at home.But the loneliness of Arken eroded by filling his time playing Badminton, Golf and Chess with his Papa, while free.

"Papa met his fellow Donors, to raise funds for the foundation's home improvement".Mutia exposed what Arken wanted to know and returned to feed the food to her mouth.

The orphanage foundation where Papa Arken donated his money, suffered a major leak and almost collapsed due to the roof part collapsed until when it rained, the water ambushed in and damaged the roof

"Papa really likes children, Ken.Ken that color Papa can not bear if the foster children are sad to see their rooms that are not worth living in anymore".Mutia, who had visited the foundation, took a deep breath when remembering the condition of the foundation building until the children of the home were temporarily evacuated to a safer place.

"I understand Ma".Arken who never lacked anything wasted his rough breathing heard his Mama's story.

The earth he treaded was indeed the same as the poor children, but his destiny was different.But Arken could not blame the injustice and inequality that strung the Khalik.

"When do you want to start working?".Mutia impatiently wanted to see Arken immediately occupy the President Director seat that Papa Arken had prepared.

The reason is, Arken must take over the duties and authority of the previous Director who has just retired.Otherwise, it will certainly be problematic and many things will be neglected.

"After my business is done with Kara".Arken again remembered his quarrel with Kara on mobile because his friend had caught Kara wet on the road with other men.

"What business?".Mutia was so curious about what happened between Arken and Kara, the woman that Arken had been dating for 5 years.

"Just a common misunderstanding, Ma".Arken could not reveal the problem that could make Mama sad later.

"Ooh, alright.Mama understands".Mutia returned to eating without daring to pry deeper into the matter of Arken with Kara which she could understand if fostering a Long Distance Relationship would encounter many difficulties.

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(Pov Lily).

"Assalamu Alaikum.Father home".You never come home empty handed, carrying food.

"Greetings waalaikum".I also welcomed the Father who brought a bag of food, and kissed the hand of the Father.

I entertained you with a cup of warm tea, as a companion drink from the food you brought and I prepared on the plate.

"Are you tired?".I saw you look exhausted after work from morning until night.

I still don't understand until now, what company and where did it hire its employees till night?.

I sat next to you while massaging my Father's arm."Sir!.Your work must be extreme huh?, so you keep it from me and my mother?.Could it be Mr Mafia?, or a drug courier?".I teased Father to be open about his mysterious work.

You smile again the question I once asked."Your father doesn't have the look you said.Father just wants you not to have much thought, and that's what you do for your own good, too, Lily".

Father's alibi just that-that's all the way to the middle I hear it.Sometimes the curiosity wrestles the heart, but I wonder, I don't dare to investigate the type of work of the Father.Where the Father works, what becomes and works on whom.

Mother was equally curious and afraid of me, but I believe Father.Mother sure, Father will not do anything strange and will not dare to assortment.But there are still things I do not understand,if it's you doing it for my own good, right?.

"What the hell are you guys fighting about?".Mother took a seat beside the Father and massaged the left arm of the Father.

You just sit back, enjoying the service that Mom and I provide.

"Mother does not want to open up, Mom.Bapak continues to be tight about his work now.Mother also must be suspicious right?".I slightly insinuate Father that way I hope you will talk.

But you did not respond to me and even grinned when I was insinuating.

"Here you go, don't force your father if you don't want to talk.Peace you, just came home from work.".

I rolled my lazy eyeballs when my mother even defended my father.Not help me or support me.

"But Mom, you were always open.Why the last three years?, Dad was very closed.Such as keeping a secret, right, Mom?".For years, I was silent, and I became upset.

"Yes too, yeah".The new mother is aware of the significant change of Father.

"Mr will say one day, Ly.But not now, ok?!".Finally you want to talk but that's not what I want to hear from your mouth.

I do not think, Father still closed his mouth, as if there is something that you hide from me and mother.Entah what secret hidden the Father that is associated with me.

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