I'm marrying my husband
Go home

POV Rama

I didn't leave the parking lot right away, but I was still in the car. I waited, waiting for my lovely ex to return. Waiting for him to come out of the high-rise building in front of me.

I still want to see how beautiful the smile that rises on his lips and see his face that is so sedate and soothing.

I regret that I threw away a diamond that was so sparkling just because I preferred a pebble full of trickery.

I don't know when my regrets will end, maybe they will end with the end of my life.

After almost half an hour of waiting, Tasya and Sean were discharged from the hospital. Private hospitals in Jakarta that have the best service and reliable.

Tasya's smile was still rising on her ripe lips. It seems that living with Sean makes him much happier than when he was living with me.

The longer, the more their footsteps drew closer to me. And when Tasya was standing right next to my car, I stole the chance to see her from a short distance away. Shift me from my seat.

And again I could hear him and Sean talking.

''After this you want me to go where else, Yang?'' asked Sean softly.

''We stopped by the boutique for a while, Mas. I want to see the clothes for our son,''

''OKAY. Where else is it?''

''Go home,''

''Don't eat first, Yang?''

''No Mas. We eat at home. I want to eat the food you cook,''

I drove my four-wheeled vehicle home. I have to make a calculation to Juwita, today I will also expel him and his son who knows who from my house.

Arriving at home, I was still trying to hold back my emotions, I did not want the momentary emotions to make me lose my freedom.

Juwita and her son welcomed my return with a big smile. Even Cio chattered little asking me to carry, both hands he raised. But I didn't crush him at all. Because now I know that he is not my descendant, not my flesh and blood.

Juwita looked at me in wonder, then said.

''Mas, why are you? It's not usual for you to ignore our children, he said. I feel like I'm gonna puke hearing that. Juwita's hand was raised to touch my shoulder. But I patted it rough.

I walked away from Juwita and Cio who were still standing at the door.

Juwita followed my steps from behind with Cio still in her arms.

When I arrived in the room, I finally made a sound.

''Love Cio to the baby sitter first, there is something I want to talk to you about, I said flatly.

''Mas, what is it really?''

''Have done! You don't talk much. Now give Cio to the baby sitter first!'' I snapped that could not hold back the emotions and anger that I had been trying to endure.

The six-month-old baby was crying when she heard me. Naturally, because this was the first time I said in such a high tone.

With a hasty step Juwita brought Cio out of the room, I could see Juwita's face suddenly turned deathly pale. Did Juwita realize his mistake? Or is he afraid of what I am going to talk about.

Seriate.