I'm his mother
35.Hurt Again?

Namira frowned when she saw Darren's occasional grimacing face as he endured the pain in his body.

But the curiosity he had to endure because his teaching time was still not over. After the lesson is over, don't wait for more time.

Namira immediately took Darren to a place where he thought it was safe to speak from heart to heart with his son.

"Follow Mother Darren," he said, immediately pulled the tiny hand to follow her.

Namira took her son to the clinic and asked Andra's doctor for permission to make room for the two of them to talk while treating the wound in the child's body.

'Wound?' yes wounds. Because Namira is sure now his son again injured to make his handsome face paled and several times seen grimacing with pain.

"Excuse me sir, is the health room empty?" namira asked Dr. Andra, who was there every day.

"Eh Mother Nami, please come in. Coincidentally empty again, what's wrong? Can I help you?"

"May I borrow the room first?"

"borrowing space? For what?"

"There's something personal I need to talk to Darren about. And I think only this place is safe for us to talk to, right now,"

"Oh, so. All right, come on in. Coincidentally I also want to go to the cafeteria for lunch, all you ask to take care of the room?"

"Yes, well sir. Thank you,"

"Yes, same thing,"

Doctor Andra left his study. At first glance Andra doctor glanced at Darren who did look no good again.

I don't know what happened to the son of a conglomerate that his face rarely looks happy.

Even the gloomy and depressed so dominant is displayed by a handsome face that is so similar to the father, Abraham Adhijaya.

After leaving Andra's doctor, Namira immediately brought Darren in and closed the door of the room in a meeting.

After getting what she was looking for, Namira came back to Darren who was staring at her questioningly.

"Come, take off your clothes, baby. Let me help treat the wound," said Namira arrived who made Darren shocked.

"Ma_I mean what mother? The wound? What wound is Mom?" darren asked, blocking the bomber jacket he was wearing.

"Darling, do you trust me, Mother? Mom, I'll always be with you and take care of you, son. Now it's time for you to talk about what happened to you all this time. Darren wants to be honest with you what's been going on all this time?" persuade Namira to touch Darren's hand, which blocks his jacket from being opened by anyone.

Darren stared at the nanarkearah Namira's face which was also staring at him full of wounds. How foolish he was to leave his son to live with the father who now makes the child hurt verbally and nonverbally, to cause trauma.

Not his answer, Darren instead rushed into Namira's arms. Darren cries in the arms of his mother for the first time.

His usual face showing firmness and maturity was now wet with tears of pain that he had been craving himself.

Namira let her son pull out all his heart's treatises by crying all over in the arms of someone she had only known for a few weeks but was so comfortable with.

Even if he could, Darren would like to continue to be next to that woman. His touch, his caresses and also his hugging were so warm and also so soothing.

Really, if you can ask. Darren wants to live with this foreign woman alone, rather than with his parents who live full of falsehoods.

After feeling calm, it was finally for the first time. The little boy's mouth tells the story of his life which is indeed rich in treasure but poor in love.

Even though the father so devoted all his affection to him. But the existence of the man who rarely at home makes him lonely.

Not to mention the torment she felt when the mother who vented all her anger on Darren increasingly made the little boy could not display a happy smile on his face even though his life was so near perfect, so much so, in the eyes of others.

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"I'm sorry, yesterday Othor didn't get up. Because there is a family event that makes Othor not have time to up because of fatigue 🙏🙏🙏."