Trapped by the Love of Leaning

Trapped by the Love of Leaning
I promise By... (Jason POV)

Jason POV's.


I don't know, why I'm always disappointed, the shadow of hatred for my parents is still very vulnerable, why it's so difficult to remove the wound may be so deep.


I told you clearly, don't involve Shirleen, I won't accept, but everyone always takes advantage of my wife's innocence.


I was disappointed in him too, but what I could do, I was already in love, and I was just trying to close my eyes about all his mistakes.


Next time it's over and I'm done, I want to talk to him alone, tell him about my unlucky life.


Not that I complain and I am not grateful, but that is not true, I am only fortunate in material terms but not for love.


I want to be loved, I want to feel the love of the parents, I envy Dareen, I envy Yudha, Afik, and Angga, they all have a warm family, while I, I, I only have Mama and unfortunately I can't expect much from my Mama, she seems the same because she always obeys whatever your will includes taking away my happiness.


I only have a few sweet memories of my family before I was eight years old, before all my will was always obeyed like other children who were always stocked with toys as well as me, abstinence then everything I asked for must have been there in the blink of an eye.


But it turned out that all had to be reciprocated, I had to pay for everything in exchange for my normal life.


The sad story I faced alone since I was eight years old, I seemed to lose direction and purpose in life if I was at home, I was required to obey and not free in making friends, they taught me a lesson that didn't suit my age, lucky that my intelligent brain could hold it all, even though I was tired of trying to make them happy, the only thing that kept me alive was Mama, Mama, he was the one who always accompanied me even though he couldn't change things.


But not even Mama once asked what my will was, not once did she ask me if I could or did not live it, if they asked once, I would answer very loudly that I could not, I was tired, unfortunately they never asked.


My life continued, until my personality was formed, I realized I had chosen the wrong path, but like a bird that had just slipped out of its cage, I also explore everything I want no matter what good or bad steps I take.


I felt comfortable with my life, making my own money so I felt I could do more than my parents, because my parents taught me that by being rich we could be powerful then that's me now, where I feel I'm in power because I'm richer than them.


I am not hypocritical even though the hatred is still there, but it can slowly fade, after all everything has happened, even without abundant affection I still grow, I live, though not with the right love.


I began to accept Adrian as my papa again, I muffled all hatred because he was my papa, the relationship of father and son can never be lost even though it has been washed. I'm free now though he doesn't fully know my movements.


Then who would have thought that this unlucky me would find my happiness again, fall in love with Shirleen, and she is already my current wife, someone I love the most.


I don't care what his status is and what his background is, for me I love him and he can love me that's enough.


The days I spent were easier, I was so happy.


But unfortunately again and again Papa disappointed me, even Mama was the same as it seemed this time, if she supported him.


They separated me from Shirleen, they once again took away my happiness, not enough of everything they did before, did I have to give up again and let them live my life, this life that was dead.


Naturally I rebelled, I was probably just an eight-year-old kid who could only cry in silence as they continued to torture my brain and mentality.


When I thought about how psychic the woman I loved back then was because of Shirleen who clearly saw me pointing a knife at Roy, unfortunately they stayed on his ego as if not thinking about it and instead it turned out that after I found out they deliberately involved Shirleen.


I was angry, and as if the hatred was growing, I even left my house because I couldn't bear to see Adrian's face in the house.


Lucky when I managed to find Shirleen, Mama came and married us, my relationship with mama gradually improved because for me thank you very much, I have been kebellet marriage is very helpful.


We lived happily in the bonds of marriage, as I promised I would quit my black world for Shirleen's sake, and I kept that though not completely.


I leave everything I have achieved to Darwin, though I still enjoy forty percent of the results of one transaction mission.


I didn't lie, I completely let go of my activities there, I never even visited our headquarters again, all I really gave up.


And I heard that in a month Darwin never did any missions, so where's my fault.


But it turned out that again I had to swallow disappointed, when someone I had considered my parents even wanted to destroy me too.


Though I who do not completely stop this also because of it, I want to always be great like him, not knowing fear and mercy, because from my current age, Mr. Fred is the only person I admire.


That night, I told him that I would stop if he stopped too, I was serious because whatever he did I would follow him, I also admired him a lot because he was able to solve the murder case that befell my Opaku, from that point on I always thought it was very great, maybe excessive but as long as I lived I did not interact with many people, he said, maybe it was because of that as well that I only saw him as an inspiring person.


Shirleen, heh my wife must have been very scared because I didn't say a word to her last night, I wanted to make him understand that being separated from happiness was as excruciating as he could not see Misca and Jacob all night, isn't that fair enough after what I've been through in the past few days.


But unfortunately, the tears were again stifling my chest, I was wrong again because a little revenge on him, in fact I who always could not see him cry.


Now I have promised him, well this time it is serious if I can solve one problem that is still burdensome to me.


I promise By...


The jason POV end.


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