YOUR LOVE BROUGHT ME HOME

YOUR LOVE BROUGHT ME HOME
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I woke up with my head still throbbing - the pulse, the dizziness in my head from last night never went away.


My body temperature rose I felt feverish and all over my body was sore, my body felt weak, with my condition now I can only be in bed


For three days I did not do my usual activities.


This morning my condition began to gradually recover slowly - slowly I tried to get up from my bed.


slowly I went to the window of fresh air in the morning into the pores of my skin, my body felt cold I immediately covered the body with a jacket I wore, I was wearing,I walked back to the bed and sat right next to him.


"Mother is up?" greet my daughter who just entered my room.


He brought a glass of warm milk and bread in his hand.he immediately put the table that is located right next to the bed, then sat next to me


"Why not go to school?"


My daughter just shook her head and held out warm milk for me, a sad spell on her face, as if she knew what was going on with her parents.


"I'm sorry Mother, Mother is not a good mother"


My daughter then held my hand tightly, she said something that I never expected at all, words that came out of her tiny lips showed the words of a grown man.


I was so touched to hear the sentence that my eldest daughter had just said, when others insulted and reviled me but my daughter did not hate me at all,he seemed to know what had happened in my life and what I had felt all this time, he did not blame me for all the things I had done.


We hugged for so long, seeing that the little brother who had suddenly appeared in the room hugged us both, I felt like I had the strength to make a decision.


I tried to contact Reza I asked him to come home to solve our problems, I hope that Reza will accept my decision to end our marriage.


When dinner took place Reza just came home, Reza immediately joined to enjoy dinner, there was no serious conversation between us when dinner took place,I deliberately postponed him to look at the moment there are two of my children after finishing dinner I asked Reza to meet me in the room.


"What do you want to say!" ~ Reza


"Re I'm begging you that we finish well - well, I want us to split up"


It turned out that Reza did not respond to me well, the anger was exploding, the commotion between us was heard by the children, Reza came out of the room and forcefully brought the children, he said,both of my children refused to go with their father.


They were crying hysterically, my heart was completely destroyed seeing it, I immediately blocked Reza's intention, she pushed my body to the floor.


"Re please stop!"


"You're no longer entitled to children, I'll bring proof of your affair during our anticipated divorce trial!"


"Re please don't do that, I'm begging you Re" I said as she rested on him.


I cried - so, my two daughters let go of their father's hand and hugged me and cried, seeing that there was not the slightest sympathy for Reza,he again pulled his two children by saying a sentence that corners me in front of the children.


"Re please once again release the children, I will obey all your wishes!"


"Well for this time I will grant your wish but leave the men******* that" Reza said, releasing her handrails.


My heart broke into my arms, and I was forced to obey Reza's will.


I could only cry when Reza did it, I even felt disgusted when Reza started touching me.


After that Reza fell asleep, leaving me with a million sorrows.


"I'm sorry, I can't keep that promise" I whispered in my heart, trying to be strong and accepting all the facts.


Since that night I cut ties with Bagas even I deleted my social media friendships, I tried to forget Bagas.


My attitude of preferring to go back to the housewife with Reza does not make Reza's attitude better to me.


Reza was still the Reza who never cared about and thought about the family life even more painful he often insulted me with spicy words and laughed at me,and now frankly - the light is often in a relationship with other women.


I still do not understand what his intentions and desires are by continuing my marriage with me.


For the sake of staying with the children I chose to let everything go, I began to concern myself with my work.


It has been almost five months that I have no contact with Bagas and I have not heard from Bagas at all.


I managed to forget it, by busying myself to work and run my business, but if the night greeted his face was always present, even in my dreams.


But I failed tonight, I miss him so much, I tried to close my eyes and shake his shadow but again I didn't succeed,I went back to crying for a number of times trying to let go of all the burdens in my heart.


Late night my face was covered with tears but my eyes never sleepy.


I got up from my night bed and stepped into my kitchen, and I had a cup of warm coffee to accompany my night, I went back into my room, I opened the window to calm my anxiety and I sat down next to the window.


I stared at the night full of emptiness, I let this heart break to pieces so that I no longer dared to hope.


I took out a cigarette from the wrapper and lit it and sucked it with a deeper pull.


just as I present her tonight tampa accompanied by the moonlight, only the sound of the animals - night animals alternately break the silence of the night.


My chest felt tight, there was a longing in my heart.


In the darkness of the night the figure of Bagas again present as if greeting me, I opened my eyes slowly to just expel my hallucinations.


But my heart was growing rebellious as if I could not accept the fact that I had to part with Bagas at a crossroads, and in reality brought me to a point that required me to stop.


I lyric clock is approaching 4 am, I again let my mind and mind argue until drowsiness beat both I also fell asleep with the decision is still floating.


I felt someone's hand stroking my head, I woke up from sleep, my daughter's sweet face smiling to greet me, I immediately got up and rubbed my eyelids.


"Sorry you woke up late, baby"


"There's still time for a bun" my daughter said, pointing to the wall clock still pointing at the number 6.


I hurriedly stepped towards the bathroom and immediately took a shower.