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Finding a Daddy Bag. 97

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POV Kanina

The day I lost half my heart. I don't think it's gonna hurt like this, I think I'm gonna be okay. If we miss it, we can go there soon. But, oh my God. It's only been a few days, but this chest already feels very tight. The burden of this miss is too heavy for me to bear alone.

No one was hurt, but it was so painful. My heart, yes ... It was as painful as a sharp object. Scratch the wound, leaving an irritating mark. Yes, there is a big hole in my heart. The hole that was originally not there, now appeared after the Altar was taken from my hand.

No, not taken. I gave my soul to another. To the man who once ruined all my dreams and my manners. I don't hate that man, because he's my son's father.

When my wounds had not healed, the angel-like man without wings again forced me to eat. Eat ... eat .. eat continue. Does he think that by eating, my wounds heal? My husband, I'm sorry. I need time to make peace with my choices. I need time alone, a time where I mourn all my sorrows.

"Darling .. come. Eat, just a little," persuaded the shady-eyed man. He looked at me with pity. Maybe he was sorry, but I was sure. She's as sad as I am.

"No, I'm not hungry" I tepis spooned at me. I swear, my stomach feels nauseous. I am really lazy to chew or eat.

"I ordered a ticket, huh? We'll be there tomorrow!" the Bujuk Mas Gara. He's the kindest guy, I know he doesn't want to see me dissolve in grief.

"No, Mom." My lips refused, but my heart was full of hope. It feels like I want to go straight to the place where my anank is. He's my son, why should we split up? Oh, my God, I'm stupid. Am I being too selfish if I just want my son to stay and never be apart?

I saw Mas Gara grabbing his phone, the man seemed to be squeezing his smartphone screen.

"Mas!"

Mas Gara looked at me, then his warm hands rubbed my eyes and cheeks. The man then spoke again.

"Eat ya, tomorrow we meet the Altar."

I opened my mouth immediately, Mas Gara bribed me patiently. I also ate while holding back my tears.

***

The sky was clear, we went to the airport today. It turns out that my mother did not want to come, the old mother chose to stay at home. Finally, only Mas Gara, I, Ara, Azil and the Spirit were prepared to meet the Altar. Yes, Altra Alsaba, my son who I miss the most.

Throughout the journey, I was very enthusiastic. I feel impatient. Especially when you get off the plane. I want to stop until. But, what a pity. The capital city turned out to be very bad. Torn up everywhere. Apalgi Azil was a baby, my son kept crying.

Luckily, the Spirit is always with us. Mother Spirit is the most meritorious person in my life. He was like the second angel after Mas Gara. Always stand in the front guard when I run into trouble. He is Rohma, the best I have. Honey, after her husband left her. He looks bright until trauma to rebuild the household.

And after a severe traffic jam, we finally reached a house. Big enough, not like my husband's house. But, even so. Our home is the most comfortable. Baiti jannati ...

"Let's go, baby, we're here" my husband said as he opened the car door for me. I went down, then looked at the magnificent building that stood very sturdy. The house is quite large, and looks striking than the house around it.

"Yamaaaa!"

As soon as I got down, the sound made my heart shake violently. Seriate.