When My Wife Surrender

Not My Son Again

Public transport was boarded, not resting at all after his long journey. Only Randy is now on his mind, the child he left behind to pursue success.

The money in his savings seemed useless, his beloved mother had died. Mansur told me a lot before he went to Salma's house.

Randy dropped out of school, gardening and finding firewood every day with Warijah. Until sometimes holding his hunger when the debt in the stall has accumulated and no cassava can be harvested.

Mansur and several other neighbors often gave his grandmother and granddaughter leftovers. His tears flowed as he ate tofu rice, and his son and mother had to receive the leftover food given by the neighbors.

Bad father and son that is him. None of the Sakha brothers including Salma cared about the late Warijah. He foolishly thought his brothers and Salma who lived in one village would pay attention to their mother, but in reality did not.

It was just a lie from her mother. Before he divorced Melani, every return home Sakha village will give some money to Warijah, although not much. However, only half will be accepted on the grounds that her other children including Salma pay attention to her, take care of her when sick, give her food and rice.

'Save half of it for your son and wife, your life in the city is harder than your mother', ' those are the words that come out of her mother's mouth that worry her. He lives in a small town a few hours' drive from their village with Randy and Melani first.

Believing that his brothers who live in the village so pay attention to Warijah that he rarely returned home. But in contrast to Mansur, only Sakha who often gives his mother money despite living in a distant place. While the other brothers live near almost never visit.

"Mother.." she softened in regret, patting her tight chest.

Only Randy is in his possession now his proud son is smart. Maybe her son has really reached Melani's house, that's her hope.

The only family that will receive his affection, hear his grievances. The tears that flowed incessantly were wiped away. Inhaling a deep breath trying to calm down, the toy car his son had wanted glimpsed. I haven't seen Randy in two years. Is Randy gonna hate him?

Until the angkot stopped near a big house. Elite housing complexes in the city. The house bell pressed him, hoping his son's face would be seen. Until an ART opened the gate of the house.

"Sorry who's looking?" tanyakanya.

Sakha's hands clenched feelings for his ex-wife still there, he had even dropped out of flight school, only to marry Melani. The birth mother of Randy's son."What Melani is, I want to meet her son.

The ART opens the door, letting Sakha in. The man began to smile, nothing the ART said, meaning his son was indeed here.

Drinks began to be served, Sakha sat on a large sofa that might be expensive. Patiently waiting for Randy, though Melani herself will appreciate every decision of the ex-wife.

However, it is not Randy who came down, but the child continued Melani, the same age as Randy followed by Melani and Ari (Suami Melani) who held a baby about one and two years old.

Sakha's hands trembled, staring at the daughter whose face resembled that of Melani's current husband. That means Melani divorced him in a state of conceiving a child from the results of his affair.

But it doesn't matter, where is Randy? Why not go down with Melani and Ari?

"Would you come here!?" ari asked, staring intently, began to sit on the sofa opposite Sakha, accompanied by his wife and children.

"I want to see Randy, pick him up to stay with me," he replied in a trembling tone of voice, beginning to doubt his son's whereabouts at his ex-wife's house.

"Reason! I just want to disturb my home, right? Randy's not here!" cibir Melani smiled cynically.

"Don't act, I'm sick of guys like you always looking for a way to come back. Even using Randy, to get here..." Melani stared cynically, feeling that her life with a treasure was happy now. Not wanting to look back, not feeling pity or guilt for her ex-husband and son.

"So Randy was here, where is he now?" ask Sakha enthusiastically.

"Don't expect by using Randy we can get back together. Because ever since the court knocked our divorce hammer. Randy is no longer my son." ambiguous words from Melani.

"In..where is my son?" the same question Sakha repeated, hoping that what was on her mind was not true.

"I didn't let him in. You just sent him to hook my house up with Ari. But he stubbornly stayed at the gate of the house, I'm grateful that there were *neighbors who bit him until the child you only used, left like a bum.." disgusting words came out of his mouth.

The feeling of love for years just vanished, run aground without a remnant. Even Melani looks so low in her eyes right now.

Plaque...

One slap was thrown at the woman he once loved.

"This is my house! Go on!! Don't fuck with you! I can call the police officer!!" ari snapped, expelling the man before her.

Sakha smiled, "Report, then we will be imprisoned together. That girl came from your affair, didn't she? From the time Melani divorced me, she's been pregnant with your child,"

Ari began to sit down, at a loss for words. A hateful look towards Sakha.

"Our son is phobic about *dog you know it, right!? Sorry wrong, Randy is just my son..." Sakha grabbed her suitcase and her bag, about to leave, "I left my son in the village in order to collect a lot of money. I wanted to get back together, but I changed my mind. Even the night woman who opens her thighs for money is more honorable than you..."

"Sakkha!!" An upset Melani, unable to accept herself being humbled, throws a vase of flowers, almost about her.

"What!?" snapped Sakha in a high tone of voice, "I'll remember this for the rest of my life. The son I love was hurt by his own mother!! I'm wrong to say it again, ex-mom, you didn't acknowledge your son, did you!?"

Sakha's eyes scanned the mansion that his ex-wife occupied, "There comes a time when I will repay your treatment of my son. Make you beg to climb up my bed,"

Ari chuckled, "It will never happen, poor people like you who only work odd jobs..."

But Sakha just smiled, "It's not just a word, but a curse for the mother who even let her son fear, drove him away, laughed at the bite wound on his son's body,"

"The woman who would beg me, being inferior to the comfort woman, undressing wished I'd touched her." she continued, dragging her suitcase not to turn around again.

Her tears flowed, the woman she fought for to return to, was only a vile woman. Leaving her son to her elderly mother. It was a wrong decision Sakha had made.

"Randy.." he said in a trembling voice, his tears flowing, imagining how much pain his proud son felt.

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