Honey (Confidential)
Diam
"Do I still have the strength, if in fact the power was taken back by 'His, '" muttered the woman who was currently sitting in front of the mound of earth that still looked wet.
Never ask for tears that are always faithful, dripping endlessly. After a long time, the tears came out. What, indeed the stock is still very much, to not dry even a little. Or he was that sad, that hurt. Yes, who is a child who is not sick, not hurt, not grieving as deeply as his beloved mother, the mother who has always been a strength for him in living his days in this mortal world, actually go first. Especially in a bad way, with the same heart has not said sorry to each other.
The girl did not want anyone to accompany her. He really wanted to be alone, even to the point of not caring about the pain from the handmade wounds that were on his body. If possible, he wanted to dig the hole and go into it, sleeping with a sense of calm in there with the power.
"Mother .. I'm sorry," so always the word said. If this was the end, then his heart harbored resentment towards someone who made it this way.
He felt angry, because at this moment he felt his struggle to be in vain. It's no use at all. If only he knew it would be like this, he would prefer to let things go without having to bother. Especially until it involves the taste that finally kills him.
Until finally after persuading two women to do with him, then he wants to move from there and go home for a while to just change clothes, then he wants to move on, before he finally went back to meet the baby.
"Viona, don't drag on like this. It is not only you who are disappointed and feel sorrow. We're here the same, too" said Els, her husband's sister.
However, the woman was silent. Even to just open his mouth he was very reluctant. Especially when his eyes can see the shadow of the man he still loved yesterday.
For some reason, suddenly, a sense of annoyance, anger and hatred arose in his chest. Viona felt, this was all because of Ethan being too rash. Talking about everything without knowing the situation and conditions.
In the quiet corridor, after meeting the child and giving it a little breast milk, because it was not smooth, he sat there. I think he wants to stay alone.
"My strength is gone" said the woman, who is currently staring down at the floor.
His mind was still imagined by the face of the mother who had not been able to see for a long time. He can still remember the last time he shared a video with his great woman. It still flashed a clear smile and bright twinkle on the woman's face.
But now ...all that he can no longer feel. "Dam all this because of it, Mr. Ethan," the woman continued.
"How can I live, ma'am .. if my strength is that of a mother" she said, crying again.
"The time of day a child is a mother. So, the strength of a mother, is a child." the sentence that Viona had just heard then made her wipe away the remaining tears on her cheeks, then look up to her, see who that person was.
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(I'm sorry, it's rarely updated. I don't know why suddenly the idea just disappeared, and if I decide to update, I'm afraid later it will not fit the flow. So I decided to take a break first. So ... sorry for the delay in the update. Thank you, who are still faithful waiting. May you be healthy always yes, 🥰😘)
