
Who wants a divorce? Even if the relationship is strange even though a woman will try to maintain her household, there are more innocent, innocent and handsome little boys the fruit of their marriage.
However, in the end he gave up, he stopped because the heavy burden continued to rest on his shoulders.
Lepas is the best way even if you have to sacrifice the child.
Working as a secretary to a handsome CEO, Elen never thought that the cold boss who looked more like a walking refrigerator was the man who saved his son.
men who are spied Satria more deserve to be called superhero~
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Flashback, please,
"You want a divorce, huh? Just because the money I love is not enough? Answer it!!! Elen, remember well in your bo doh brain, Your parents have just sold you to me, using pretend to ask for divorce. Want to be your badass?"
"Eat your illicit money? me and Satria don't need that, Mas. It's better for us to be fatigued than to use that illicit money," cried Ellen no less loudly, Bram grabbed Elen's hair and then pulled it violently. His eyes were sharp in anger.
"Don't need you to say? Heh, you should be a grateful, self-knowing woman. Five million is more than enough than you to pant here and there work is unclear! Don't pretend to be you." Bram raised his voice, increasingly pulling the rough hair of Elen before throwing it away so thin body Elen almost hit the chair.
Behind the door, Satria could only stand looking at the quarrel of her parents. Her body was frozen, her heart ached to see the man she called Dad treat her Mommy harshly. However, Satria was only an innocent little boy, he was still at a loss to deal with such a situation despite having seen it too often. Violence, shouting, blows, Satria could only hope that one day he would become a strong man in order to protect her Momy.
Bram leaves Elen for granted, his daily life as a drug dealer under the guise of porters makes Elen shake his head. If it wasn't for his father's gambling debts, Elen wouldn't have been married to the abusive man. No, not just rude, Bram also never cared about him and Satria. Go home just to take what is needed, whether filling the stomach, venting lust, whether throwing porters' money in his face or just venting anger.
"Satria." Elen froze in place with tears melting as he watched the son come out of hiding staring at him innocently without a blink.
"Mom..." Lirih Satria's.
"Momy's okay, honey!" Elen smiled, rubbed the corner of his eyes and then held onto Satria's shoulder. The little strengthening boy who was about to enter Primary School.
"Mom let's go, Dad's too mean to be Momy. Satria doesn't like it, Mom. Satria hates Daddy!" whine while rubbing Elen's cheeks. There was nothing he could do but persuade her to leave her father.
"Hey, Champ! He's your father, you can't hate whatever his form and attitude is, you're the only son of Father and Momy, our favorite son."
Satria nodded lethargicly, although in fact in his heart he was very disappointed with the figure of the Father he had. If Satria could choose, if he could have a father figure that could be proud like his friends. Perhaps, Satria would be the happiest person.
The next day, after a night of never returning home, Bram came with a map in hand.
"As you wish, but remember there is no monthly money for Satria. Choosing to leave is your decision, so make your own living the child." Bram throws divorce papers on the table.
"Satria is your son too, Mommy."
"You decide, you take the risk yourself. So, sign it and get out of this house. Enjoy your life out there!" snapped Bram.
"OK, Satria and I are ready to go. Me, Momynya of course I who bear all the needs. Later, you should never lick your own spit because it has cut off the relationship with Satria!"
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Elena Shain, a 28-year-old woman carrying her bag while holding Satria out of the House.
He breathed a sigh of relief, for he was now free from the man's snare.
Married young because of coercion made her heart badly hurt. Not only that, he also had to endure torture for the sake of torment during his life with a man named Bram.
"You go to LN, so TKW can build a third-level house" Sinis Elen.
"It's also babu, most of it halu!"
"Still mending, rather than being a parasite!" pissed Elen.
"Let's Satria, we go all the way from this place." Elen pulled Satria's hand slowly, the boy complied but his lips were silent.
"Based on being very arrogant, I swear you're fucking crucifixion!" maki Siti is upset because of Elen's words.
Elen ignores Siti's curse, choosing to take Satria away, he was still lucky to have a small deposit of his work at the flower shop and the money he could use to rent a new place to live and eat some time before getting a job again.
Given Satria is going to school, Elen is unlikely to continue working at the flower shop because it will not be enough for their next needs.
After walking around, he finally found a suitable place at a cheap price.
"How much for a month, Mom?" ask Elen.
"Only three hundred thousand, but electricity equals water renters pay, how?"
"That's cheap, Mom?" ask Elen not to believe it.
Idha, the homeowner just smiled and nodded.
"This is my home when it is still difficult, now I live with boys so this house I love cheap, itung-itung there are help to care for," explained Idha.
"What a coincidence, thank you." Elen could not help but hold his happy twinkle until he subconsciously grabbed the hand of Idha and kissed her.
"Together, rest yourselves. I go home first" said Ms. Idha.
"Satria, sorry momy, huh? You don't mind staying here."
"Mom, as long as momy doesn't get beat up by dad anymore, Satria doesn't mind."
Elen hugged Satria tightly, whether if there was no son maybe Elen will not be strong to face his strange life.
Elen also entered, stepping foot in a simple minimalist house that is still very well maintained.
"Mom, when does Satria go to school?" tanyanya polo's.
"We'll rest, honey. Soon momy will find a decent job so you can immediately go to school."
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