The alarm on my cell phone rings loudly. Four in the morning. I forced my eyes open.
A strong hand was still wrapped around my stomach. I saw the owner of the stocky hand was still sleeping with his face hiding behind my breasts.
I felt strange and surprised at the same time. Why does a husband love his wife's breasts more than his children? When the children can be weaned, the husband cannot. Why?
Oh, forget it. As long as Arga only likes my breasts and not other women's breasts, it's not a problem.
I slowly let go of his hand and headed for the kitchen.
I took a deep breath of the air this morning. It's really cool.
It was in this kitchen that the incident two years ago took place. For the past two years I have tried my best to heal my trauma. not easy because that incident has killed my son, even my life is also in danger.
I smile. I am very grateful to have Rosemary, Diolinda, and Arga who always accompany me during m
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