when my patience makes me successful
part 3 - bitter reality

POV daddy.

Flashback off

"Sir, I want to talk to you." I said, then sit next to him.

"You said what the hell. Yes, by the way, wae." Answer's relaxed.

"Em-em anu deck."

I'm nervous. Between fear and disappointment.

"What the hell is mas. How about everything."

"Mas wants to marry again deck." Say me steadily.

Then I glanced at him, saw him turn off the tv and throw his remote just any direction.

"Did you say mas? You want to marry again? Is it my fault?" Shouted my wife.

"You're not wrong any deck. I just want to have my own son, my own flesh and blood. Let it be later in old age, we have to take care of the deck." I said reassured him.

"Why you have to marry again, if you want to have children, we also have Amel mas. Amel is also our son. Although not our flesh. But we've been taking care of him since the baby. Is it because I can't have a baby, so you want to get married again, right?" Answer with the hunting breath.

"No deck, not so you mean."

Tuh right, would have been a misunderstanding like this, my inner heart.

"So what do you mean?" Ask her back.

"Mas, will remain married deck. It'll be fair." Answer me.

"No mas. I don't want to be combined." Said.

I took a slow breath, and I answered. " Alright deck, if you don't want honey. You mean to choose to divorce." After saying those words I got up and headed towards door , but not yet at the door he said again.

"Wait a moment, okay if you want to get married again, I accept. I accept dimadu. But promise to be fair. Because I'm the one who accompanied you from zero." Say it .

I smiled, relieved to hear his decision, that he wanted to be combined.

Because after all, which man does not want to have offspring. Which man does not wish to have a child of his own flesh and blood.

I honestly have no intention of divorcing her. Although she couldn't give me offspring, it was caused by her cyst disease, but I love her.

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The flashback

After dinner, I decided to leave the house for a while to buy cigarettes. But upon my arrival at home was not the calmness I could find, but the sound of clashing and the sound of pleas for mercy heard in my ears.

Prangg!!

"Heh, you know what a kid doesn't know about you. I told you to do the dishes instead of breaking them, you know, they're more valuable than you ."

"Even so much of your defense. Look out for you! Here you come with me!" Mom got angry while pulling my hand.

"Mom, not ma'am."

Not wrong anymore. That's my wife's voice and my son's voice. What is this ? Why did my son get snapped up. I sneaked into the house. I listened to everything my wife was talking about.

How angry I am. Because of one plate that was broken, he beat my son. Even until he had finished beating her up, he left without even realizing his mistake. I'm mad! Obviously I'm angry.

My father never beat my son. But no, I can't be rash. I need to calm down and think of the best way to get my son out of here.

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A few days later, as I was leaving for work, I told my wife that I was going home late, possibly late.

At night, I accidentally turned off my motor from a distance not too far from home. Then I push.

Arriving in front of the house. I slipped in from the back door. Because of my son's room, Kila, close to the kitchen.

Just as I closed the door, there was already a loud sound, like the sound of a slap. My heart is beating fast. My breath hunts. What could the sound of that slap....

"You, don't ever dream of staying in this house quietly. Self-conscious enough you're just hitchhiking here. If not for your father, I would have kicked you out. You should be ashamed, you are the son of the actor plus you are limping. There will be no man who will be like you. You should have gone to the afterlife with your abusive mother. Hmh!"

My heart was hot, my heart was burning when I heard the words that came out of my wife's mouth. I couldn't even hold back my emotions until the end..

Brakkk

"m-m-mas? Ka.ka.kid you come home?" Said my wife while trying to hide her surprise.

"Yes. I'm already home. And what did you do to my son, huh?" Answer me with my chest up and down.

He just shut up. Maybe again think of what the right reason to avoid my tantrums.

"What are you saying this mas? I didn't even do anything to your son. I just told her to study because tomorrow's school." His words try to calm down.

"There are no more reasons for Sukarseh bint Arman. I've even heard everything you've said." Answer me with overflowing emotions, it's good that he wants to lie to me.

He was shocked when I mentioned his full name. He must have understood that I was really emotional right now.

"Sir, what is this, sir? Why are you scolding mamak ?" Said Amel who came in a hurry.

I try to regulate my breath . As much as possible, I should suppress this anger. I don't want to traumatize my children from the quarrels of their parents.

"Once you've slept. And you deck, you say, 'Kila was just hitchhiking right in this house? All right from tomorrow, Kila's coming with me to move house." After saying those words, I came out of the room.

My mind is really upset. Even to look into my son's eyes, I couldn't. With his cheeks flushed after being slapped, also his hair was messy, and I'm sure he must have been exhausted in the jambak.

"Son, how tormented are you staying here? Why don't you ever tell this to my father, son? Why are you carrying all this burden alone, son?" my inner.

seriated