Wounded Woman

Part 6's

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Happy Reading Gaes..

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POV Author

maybe when you're ready you'll meet again.....

In the courtyard of the house, Almaera plays with her only daughter while occasionally feeding Allana.

"Ndaaa. play," Allana invited while pulling Allana's hand towards a group of children whose age was not so far adrift with Allana. I was silent for a moment because not far from the position of the children playing there was their mother who was gossiping on a terrace owned by Bu Retno which I used to call 'Head of complex pergosipan'

I accompanied Allana's steps towards them, my heart was worried but I didn't want to disappoint Allana.

At the place where they were gathered, subtle whispers began to be felt.

'God will it be okay?'

My inner voice is also my feet stepping in doubt, Their parents are still gossiping about the disgrace one by one.

And showed each other greatness, unaware of my presence.

"Main yes no," said Allana with a style of speech that is not too smooth, Vanila son of rafella the first granddaughter of Bu Retno ignored Allana.

"Main yes no," repeated Vanila standing up straight pushing the tiny body of Allana who immediately toppled to the back of Allana's broken cry.

"I don't want to fight the Haram!" Petek Vanila, I held Allana and I chased her who was running towards her mother who was cool cuddling.

"Vanilla! Apologize to Allana," I'm trying to be patient, because I know this Vanilla has a bad disposition.

She seemed not to hear what I said, Rafella looked at me disgustedly.

"Next time teach your son, I know where he can talk like that!"

"God! Damaged woman, what you carry is an illegitimate child!" Pekik Bu Retno followed with a sad look also whispered complex mother.

"I just asked my Granddaughter to apologize to my son, for licking my son's bastard son."

"No need to be soft-spoken, I know you're a fraud. Take your hijab off!"

I stroked the chest, I passed away leaving them trying to persuade Allana to be able to muffle the cries.

Really being in this state really tortures me.

I knew God was testing me, but I was hurt when they told Allana the bastard Son.

My tears were flowing, rubbing Allana's back.

"Ndaaa. angis wishful thinking, App yes nda," said Allana who since when conscious of my shoulder vibrated.

"Dear, Mommy's not crying."

As soon as possible I remove the tears that flow, free of charge.

It flows with the wound of my heart.

I made a mistake, not Allana.

Why should he be scorned, so unfair to him.

"Nda," he called me to Allana's clear black eyes.

Highlight the eyes that began to dim, tired from crying.

I leaned Allana, surrounded the living room and then to the family room in the Javanese song that I learned from my mother because my mother used to sing that song when I wanted to sleep.

Tak lelo lelo lelingung

The cup was a crybaby pijer

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My son sing nice rupane

Yen nangis ndak ilang nicee

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Not able to urip mulyo

Dadiyo wedok kang utomo

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Asmane wong tuwa

Dadiyo pandekaring nation

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Wis cup is my son

Rich butho nggegilani

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Finished the lyrics of the song, Allana has entered in her beautiful sleep.

Almaera kissed the top of Allana's forehead, the sound of footsteps behind Almaera made her immediately look there was her first love.

"Dad, what are you doing?" Ask Almaera

"Are you okay, son? Mom told you that you had a fuss about Miss Retno?"

Almaera nodded, her heart breaking again as she recalled how proud they were to call Allana 'A bastard'.

"Dad, I'm sorry Alma that you've been embarrassed all this time." Almaera moaning accompanied by sobbing, Dad shook his head while hugging his only daughter.

"Dad was proud, Almaera's daughter was able to ignore insults and insults. And able to smile outside even though Alma is used to crying in the room, is not it?" Said Dad.

Almaera nodded her tears, Maybe if without Dad it was from yesterday in make sure Almaera was depressed.

After hugging the princess, Dad came to the room.

Almaera is indeed very close to Dad because Mother is a figure who can not resist crying when talking about the problem of Allana or Almaera's life.

And Almaera doesn't want to keep making her difficult.

Drrrrtt.

Notification of the message, from Mr. Sean made Almaera rush to open it.

Sean: Alma, can I come to my house tomorrow? Your thesis hasn't been taken.

He ignored the message, and tomorrow he just take it there while bringing Allana to play.

He turned off the room lights and left the sleeping lights, pulling the blanket up to the chest.

And try to close your eyes, hope tomorrow is much better.

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”How deep is your love for him then that deep will you hurt”

I drove the car slowly, down the road following the GPS Current which read the address of my customer.

From the name he was a woman,

I tried to send him a message on the app.

Me: Where's brother? My position is on location.

I stopped the car, right in the house in the classic style and the figure that came out of the fence immediately made me speechless.

My only choice was to run away or stay here, he I chose to stay.

Until the figure knocked on the car glass, which I slowly started to lower.

Mas adji's...

That figure my past was also my first love, he looked surprised to see me.

"Immy?" He said still with a surprised face, I tried to ignore the fatigue that hit just like that.

"Good up, Mom." Only that sentence that I was able to utter, not that I was unable to all this time I always avoided even when Aas Adji deliberately came to play chess with my father I chose to run away.

Mas Adji opened the door and sat down then shut up,

"Imma? Since when do you bring gocar?

Call to start a chat from mas adji I try to ignore, and just focus on driving when in fact if the car I was driving flew like a plane to quickly get to the destination and end my meeting with Mas Adji.

"Ekhem..Why silence?" Again, again, the,

"That's okay, ma'am" I said,

"Should it be Alma, hate the same mas? By staying away like this?"

"Alma never hated Mas, just that Alma did not want to give another chance. It's all done. Alma doesn't want Mas in Alma's life anymore,"

Once things calmed down again, no one started. And my goal to drive Mas Adji was done my car stopped right in a minimalist house no matter who.

"Sorry, I've arrived." My rebuke to Mas Adji who looked dreamy and heard my reprimand that immediately made him nod.

"Alma, may we meet again another time." The limit by handing over a hundred thousand rupiahs passed just like that.

I know Mas Adji was disappointed with what I said. But I just want to avenge everything he did to me.

It is not easy, because the departure of mas Adji I am trapped in this abyss.

Mas adji who made all this exist, not that I did not accept fate but is it worth fate to buy everything for me? I always remember God.

A destiny that never sided with me is good!