He, the Unacknowledged
59 Gean Can What?
"Hello, I'm Jessica."
They get acquainted with Jessica, a friendly and kind young woman. The woman helped to keep Khea, especially when she was fraternal.
Khea herself, after giving birth, continued her education, but she went online with the help of her friends who took care of everything.
The face of that handsome baby boy, was very similar to Ken's. Every time Gean cried asking ASI, Khea would panic.
Her instincts as a mother made her breastfeed her son.
To be honest, there was a disgust in Khea nursing Gean. Gean himself never wanted to suckle from a milk bottle. I don't drink formula milk.
There was a reluctance to look at his son's face. But again, he also experienced a heavy inner upheaval, which only he himself knew how heavy it felt.
There is a feeling of affection as a mother, there is a feeling of hatred as a woman as well as a rape victim.
So, what should he do?
It is a remarkable achievement that Khea is still alive today.
Every time he saw the handsome baby's face crying for ASI, there was a demonic impulse to slam the baby, to strangle him, or to give him poison.
Khea focused on her online studies. No college friends, no one knows him.
"Here, I give you the tools to design. All your work is good, you will be a famous designer. You will be a successful person."
Positive words from Jessica, with a gentle touch on her back. So did Austin and other friends of Khea.
One shirt.
She's shirt.
Tens of Khea clothes.
The CryStar brand.
Cry, which means crying.
Star means star.
The star that cries.
Khea was a star, a crying star. A star full of tears and sorrow to keep his life. A star that tears a lot to really become a star.
Khea seems to have two different personalities. One side of her being a good mother, one side of her is like having a mental disorder.
Gean is getting bigger. There are times when Khea keeps her distance from the child, there are times when Khea is so close.
Gean who was getting bigger, felt there was something different from the mommy.
"The more days Gean's face grew more and more similar to that of the man."
"Right, I'm afraid Gean's why-why. Afraid of Khea khilaf and out of control."
True, every time there was a feeling of wanting to hurt Gean, then Khea would hurt herself, even Gean—without a certain amount of anyone, often seeing that.
Mommy ....
That guy? Who's the guy?
Gean started to enter the play group.
Khea started to the outside world.
"Eh, that kid doesn't have Daddy."
"Right, it's not clear who Daddy is."
"A lot of men are taking the boy, so which one's the father?"
"Maybe her own mother doesn't know which one is her father."
"Maybe his mother's a whore."
"The mother is like an undead."
Gean's insults were accepted, but the boy was silent. He didn't want to tell anyone anything. Not willing to add to the burden of his mother, his aunty, nor his uncles.
He was all alone, and asked inwardly, "Why? Who?"
Every day seeing Khea's face, secretly seeing the woman who gave birth to her was crying, hysterical, trying to commit suicide so as not to hurt her (Gean).
Gean who is still that small, what can you do?