Trapped by the Love of Leaning
Brother Riska...
The voices of someone he hates so much fill his eardrums, the more he hates the more he forgets himself.
"Eeehhh eehh leenn, ha hee haa leenn"
The grudge had blinded his eyes and heart, he had forgotten how to enjoy life, hatred had lodged in his life, controlling half his soul.
40 Years ago...
He married Restu Adjiandanu, Mas Aji as he called him, from outside people will see a happy family, but who would have thought the sacred bond called marriage to be a poison of vengeance.
Giving birth to five children, for some people already very rich in love, as a provision in the day of old expect love that will always protect him later.
But not for him, five children almost he foster and raised with his own hands, husband ? Heh the creature named husband did not consider his presence at all, let alone to care.
He is only used as a tool to satisfy the ****, even every time giving an inner living not infrequently the husband treats it harshly, calling the name of another woman in every moan of unification, he said, a name that he hates to this day. Aleyna, Aleyna, Aleyna, the name keeps reminding him of suffering.
What hurts more than this, what ?
Husband who never loved her, still loves others, heh during that time also he continues to cultivate revenge.
His life suffered for none other than one name, Aleyna.
And Shirleen, from her face alone she could already recognize, Shirleen was the daughter of that woman, the woman who had indirectly taken half of her life, she who hoped to get married and live happily in love with each other, until her husband died, even love was never there for her.
Selfish, he even sacrificed the happiness of his only son, to this day he could not accept Shirleen.
When Athar asked for his blessing to marry Shirleen, he was initially so angry, but thought of the revenge to be avenged in the end he chose to agree, and obviously with his many haughty attitudes he would make Shirleen suffer, He promised Shirleen would only get rejection and inner torment, she would make her youngest child turn away, she said, to cast Shirleen as she was cast down first.
And it worked, but because of his selfishness he also did not choose well the woman who was made a substitute for Shirleen, Riana, snake woman like a pestle that would strangle his youngest child.
If only he had known the support behind Athar and Shirleen's separation, he might not have ended up here, if only he could have restrained himself, if only he had known Young Master Jason liked Shirleen, maybe he can make the choice to tell his mouth to be quiet and not to roar as well as udel. How much if only he needed to mourn his fate every day.
The chip was already working well in his brain, he could not fight this already controlled body, it was hard.
"Why Ma... Why do you believe this, Mother brought Riana into our family, Mother made everything so ruined" Riska just arrived in her mother's nursery, her frustration peaked instantly, seeing her mother's face.
"I'm going to divorce Mas Rendi, my household is destroyed, satisfied mom, satisfied ? And it's all because Riana, the mother's chosen ghost, the mother who took her, woke up, don't be weak like this, you have to take responsibility"
He did not care what he saw in front of him, his mother was very scared, still kept frightened every time he saw a woman. Shouting hysterically with an unclear voice due to abnormal mouth condition. But Riska really did not care, for her mother was the cause of the destruction of her household.
Riska continued to approach, in the room there was only her and her mother, she did not intend to press the emergency button even though her mother seemed to suffer though.
"You must take responsibility..." Riska continued to approach, Her mother could do nothing but yell unclear, what else could a patient with mental disorders and paralysis like her.
"You must take responsibility..."
"Eeehhhh eemmmhh aaaa leenn oaangg"
the two hallucinatory-ridden women further eroded the distance, the disappointment implied in the eyes of the eldest daughter, while the mother was so frightened, cold sweat poured down, her heart beating violently, he may soon have a heart attack, too.
Riska continued to approach, she had been overcome by emotions.
You have to die, you're the cause of it all.
Raising his hand, slowly hanging in front of his mother's face, I don't know what he was thinking.
That hand is still hanging, Riska hasn't done anything.
He realized before him this woman he loved so much, the woman who had given birth to him, but he was also very disappointed, how could his mother consciously bring a fire that lit up until her husband was interested in waging.
No, he's where I come home, don't risk it, don't be like this.
His hands were still hanging, he refused to lower them, he saw the now sweaty neck, should he strangle him ?
No, don't...
He's cause...
No, don't be like this.
You have to take responsibility.
The one who deserves the blame is the mother, the mother who caused all this to happen.
"Sir Riska..."
Seriate...
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