Wounded Woman

Part 7's

Happy Reading Gaes..

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The day after yesterday I promised Sean to take my script.

He told me to come to the biggest golf course where I live, where I know only people come from, or businesses.

After taking some orders, I decided to meet him according to the specified hour.

Earlier I also took care of Allana, because today's mom has teaching hours on campus.

I entered a building that I thought was very well, because there are some people who look at my appearance that they think is too simple maybe I just wear a plain white t'shirt not to forget the tunic and hijab that looks perfect my appearance, I think.

At the end of the table were several women.

I deliberately did not contact the favorite lecturer of the masisiswi on that campus, only with strong guts.

I walked down the hallway to the field, I looked at one person after another until my eyes stopped at the figure of a man who was busy sitting down to enjoy a drink also occasionally wipe the sweat dripping on the forehead.

If I was a student who idolized her so much on campus that every time she finished the clock would tail her behind like ants on sugar.

Surely seeing the dripping sweat, they flocked to fuss over who managed to remove the sweat belonging to the handsome lecturer.

While I always try to be ordinary, not that I am not interested .

Only I'm self-conscious, impossible.

Better I enjoy, God has prepared who is truly ready to accept all my past.

I know Mr. Sean used to pay attention to me, but I knew he was just curious about my belly but single status.

Looks like a joke, but I don't care.

I silently stared at the figure from a distance until he felt noticed and turned his head, I smiled and walked up to him.

"Hi" she said

"Assalamualaikum, sir. " I replied with a greeting that instantly made him scratch the head that I had made sure did not itch.

"Alma, come here to get the script."

He nodded, without moving the figure looked at me I broke off by taking my eyes off.

He patted the chair giving me instructions to sit next to him.

"Alma, may I ask you a little?"

I nodded, obeying his request.

"As a lecturer who wants to know what happened to you, so that you are single but have children,"

I tried to understand what the lecturer was saying, without daring to look him in the face.

"Sorry, I got that story from a handful of college students on campus,"

"Why they say you're a bad girl, she I think you understand where I'm talking about."

Here my patience is tested, I take a deep breath ignoring the teary eyes before explaining my memory back to my little angel who is currently being funny. I breathe out slowly.

"I used to date, we dated from my High School until finally the relationship ran aground because she married another woman.

I was frustrated then, and looking for an impingement. Until I finally knew a man who only knew him for a month I fell into his arms and seduction. And I lost my virginity with him. Until finally I was positive pregnant and she did not want to admit it was her child and chose a widow at that time who was her cooperation,"

I wiped away the tears that started to fall, I really didn't regret it but I was disappointed I couldn't give Dad to Allana.

"Alma, I'm sorry - I didn't mean to make you win -"

I shook my head, "It's clear, sir? I want to go home,"

I grabbed the thesis that was already next to me, I stood up but a hand blocked my step.

"Alma, why didn't you ever give me a chance?"

I looked up and smiled, forgetting about what happened just now.

"My color doesn't want to, except on the one that's really ready,"

Mr. Sean grinned, then chuckled.

Very mellifluous. Even if I refuse to admit it.

"But I haven't said no, have I?"

"Yes, I don't want to,"

"Give me a clear reason!" It goes up by an octave.

"Because I don't want to get other people into the abyss of my problems. Is it clear enough here, sir?" Lirihku, I looked at the lecturer with teary eyes.

"Sorry, if I'm too rude, Alma."

"It's okay. Oh yes, before that if you really put your heart you should find out who the woman really is and what Masalunya. Thank you, I'm sorry. Assalamualaikum"

Alma stood up and set foot without waiting for a greeting from the lecturer.

Everyone wants to be happy, including me!

Alma put the earphones in her ear and listened to a song that I thought was suitable for a gray mood every gray day more precisely.

Bruckkk.....

Alma felt my body crash and my butt hit the ground quite hard after colliding with a foreign figure.

"Dame!!!"

When Alma was about to look up at the familiar scream entering the auditory system and immediately made it damaged and immediately made anyone close their ears.

Cherry Voice.

"Cherry?" I said while trying to stand up after being helped by him, I noticed who I hit just now turned out to be a man.

"Where are you from?" He asked while nodding with a smile like a child, Cherry who is always distinctive with a cheerful smile.

"Abis took the thesis," I answered fixedly with an annoyed look at the man standing next to Cherry who was focused on the phone.

"I'm sorry to forget, know my cousin. Husein," said Cherry but the man just turned around for a moment smiling and then looked back at his cell phone.

"Sister Hussein, know him Alma my best friend," The man Cherry called Husein nodded.

'Because of a strange guy, if he doesn't avoid it, it's impossible to collide,

I kept nagging in my heart, until I realized he had a handsome face. With the name of the Prophet Muhammad's grandson that he looked at made me think it did not fit that name into his own. She is! Ah he's so arrogant.

"You're Anter same script as Sean?"

"Yes, why? Bye the way, I'm in a hurry. Chat aja in the group yaa Cher," my statement in response to the nod belongs to Cherry.

I wasn't in a hurry, just that I avoided the gaze because I just cried. Sitting in the car seat, with the coolant on, I looked down at the steering wheel and closed my eyes, remembering 3 years ago how he, the father of my son. Refuse to take responsibility. And choose to go with a woman who is far from beautiful.

Even he rejected the child I bear, not forgetting the foul language say I am *******,.

#Flashback

3 Years ago, and,

A pair of lovers are mingling love while slightly interspersed with laughter in a boarding room without wearing a thread attached to the body, they had just fused moans and arrived at the heaven of the world that adults had dubbed.

He fitrah, the man Almaera puja is on the ground floor there is Almaera, meet the usual cost owner greet distribute a warm smile, Almaera,

"Night, Mom." Almaera's greeting who was nodding back was also a warm smile belonging to the Chinese woman.

"Night Almaera, go to the fitrah's room? Tumben malem-malem gini, if it is not wrong there was a woman coming too," said Bu Ida.

"Oh yes, Mom. Just back from the matter hehe, yaudah ma'am, Alma first yes," Pamitku then passed up to the fourth floor where Fitrah's room was I passed the stairs while thinking about who the woman was, what a co-worker, not wanting to continue badly thought I kept walking and arrived at a door number 36.

The clock just showed at 9 p.m., the owner of the room has definitely just come home. Alma tried to knock on the door.

It.tokk..Geckos

It didn't take long, the open door revealed a male figure with a messy appearance, and the towel that was stuck to his waist was also a shocked face.

"Darling? Why not ngabarin," he said clumsy but Almaera seemed not to want to answer and try to enter but was blocked by Fitrah.

"Who's inside? Let me come in. Somebody wants me to talk about it,"

"There's no one, here by the way,"

"Yaudah, let me in" Almaera pushed Fitrah's body inside, through the room with the bathroom inside, just about to enter he saw clothes and women's underwear scattered inside.

He glanced at someone behind the door, his anger rising as he grabbed the woman who was smoking without a shirt.

"Hahahaha, here you stand," Almaera pulled the figure of the face covered with hair that made Almaera's hand goosebumps instantly.

"You?"

"Yes me, why stupid girls?" His arrogant sweep shamelessly exposed skin that Almaera said was not very good at showing off.

"You, Mpok the Titrah's Tops? Often go to work with him?," said Almaera sedangan man was just silent do not dwell.

"Why, baby?"

"Oh, really my hunch. You like to get married many times. Aunt Kasian. Your life is spent only on the maksiat," taunted Almaera

"Don't tell me, Dog!"

"Tante, the language is polite dong. Don't talk slob. Besides the sound of aunty rich throat cancer people, but Fitrah would like to be the same Aunt. You guys are a good fit."

"One more baby, I'm pregnant. I know you must think I'm setting you up. Because I know you're not a man who can be held accountable,"

"But, Al. I still love you, and why don't you try to get rid of that content, then,?"

Almaera grinned and flicked her fingers right in front of Fitrah "I'm an adulterer, but not a murderer, I hope that after parting ways with you. I could be a better human being!"

Flashbackoffs

"Arrrrrghhhhh,,,," cried Almaera in tears, considering that it would have been very painful if Adji had not decided to leave, he would not have been caught up in this complicated situation.

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