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Chapter 2

Franina's POV

I was in perfect order with my vegetable products when suddenly the whole market roared as if there was an artist decorating. Most of them are boys, of course gays will never go away.

Who is that and why do the eyes look like spit.

little by little people are also gathering, some are already pushing each other. But instead of noticing I just continued to fix it.

I already have a child, no time for chapter 1

4 Years Later

Franina's POV

"Good morning, my mother."

A smile flashed on my lips before kissing my son's cheek.

"Is my baby hungry?" He smiled and then helped me get out of bed.

"Mom, I'm excited to go to school, I promise mom, I'm going to study hard. "

I reached for his hair before combing it with my fingers.

"All right. The mother will cook more food so that his baby boy will be full." I said while pinching his plump cheeks that he was still frowning.

"Mom really. My cheek again." His complaint.

I got out of bed so that I could prepare something to eat and what I would sell in the market.

"All right, take a bath. Mom will prepare breakfast."

he nodded quickly before going to the bathroom.

It was four years ago when I found out about my husband's secret. On that day, I did not go to any of the Versacio's property.

In four years, I was able to promote myself. I was born into Uno's world without the help of others. My money, I borrowed. Everything is just me.

I don't need revenge at all. Thanks for the race and memories. No matter how much pain he caused I was able to forget them. I was able to set aside and devote more time to my child.

Uno Romeo Versacio. Even though maybe it didn't go well, he still has the right. Even if he doesn't pay attention or love anymore, maybe he can lend me his last name.

I tied my hair as I went down the stairs. I go to the kitchen to cook a simple breakfast. I cooked fried eggplant and fried dry. I also served food.

Uno only works for half a day, I'll just pick him up.

"Mom, I'm hungry."

i chuckled lightly when i heard his demanding voice. The feeling that I gave birth for a few months, but not even one of my characteristics got me even one. His hair is blonde, his eyes were emerald, his skin is soft.

He look exactly the baby version of his father. at the same time its impatient and demanding habit.

"Come and sit down. We're going to eat so you don't get sick on your first day of school."

He immediately complied and went to the rattan chair.

In four years. in the four years I had no news of the Versacios my life had been quiet. I became happy. I don't have a pack if I go back to the mud. I am happy that my son is there.

Staring at my son made me realize my husband's loss. But then I remembered, he already had a child. he is happy too.

The only thing that hurts is that it's not us. His son and I are not next to him. I may sound bitter, but that's it, isn't it?

My son, is my son. Mine alone. And hell will break lose when if it's about my son. Not even their money can take my son away from me.

i may not be able to fight for my rights as a wife to my husband, but I'll bet everything I can to fight for my son.

To be Continue.... I'll just flirt with my son.

I didn't take long either and I fixed the vegetables as well. I was about to turn around when suddenly someone took my hand, which surprised me.

I looked up and we stared with a green eye. Eyes I see every morning.

I quickly let go of his hold on me and stepped back to keep the distance between the two of us.

"What are you doing here?" I asked calmly.

"You didn't miss me?" He asked surprised making me laugh in bitterness.

a lot of peoples circled in front of my seat so I calmed myself even more.

"Get out of here, Dhiz. I feel sorry for you. I don't want trouble and you don't deserve it." I said in a very cold and controlled voice.

I thought it was okay, I forgot and I was buried. but unexpectedly there is still the only emotion that doesn't seem to want to be erased.

Anger and hatred. It was as if my heart burned with anger as I stared into his eyes.

Four years ago, I loved someone I thought who will also love me in eternity.

four years ago, I am once a wife and I have a husband. We are once happy until faith and trust stared playing on us.

"You're gone. Do I have to repeat?!" Pretty rising voice I say.

"I'm not leaving until you come back to me voluntarily." he countered making me laugh and completely forgotten where I was. I was stuck in a certain place where there was Me and Him.

"Come back to you? You're embarrassing! You might have forgotten what you did to me four years ago! Why are you here huh? shouldn't you be happy now and next to Rachel and your son?! Don't bother me! "I shouted at him with full of hatred.

"She's gone." There was no fuel for him to say that my heart was even more bitter when I heard what he wanted to convey.

"She's gone? Wow! And what?! now that she's gone, you'll come looking for me and expect me to welcome you with a fucking open arms?! Think again, Dhiz! I'm not stupid!"

I shouted at him, even pointed a finger at him. He took a step close making me panic.

"Don't come any closer!"

tears are brimming in my eyes when I remembered what happened four years ago. Why is it that what is buried can still be retrieved and forced to be reminded?!

I quickly wiped away my tears and turned my back on him. I hate it when he is there, watching me cry. It made me look so vulnerable!

whatever I wipe away the tears will continue to flow.

Why does it had to be this way?! If when I thought we would never cross paths again, is it over?!

What do he expect?! That I still love him?! I was stunned. He loves. fuck it! It hasn't disappeared but anger is still more dominant!

Right. I should stuck in my mind that I am mad. I am angry at him to the point that there will be no love in the sentence.

"We're going home Franina, whether you like it or not." He said with his voice so deep and serious.

I couldn't help but look up as tears continued to flow down from my eyes to my neck.

"Home. There is no such thing as home when I am with you." I whispered.

"Franina...." He called me.

i glance at him with a blurry vision because of my non-stop tears.

"You are not my home anymore, Dhiz. I already found someone who deserves to be called home in his arms."

His vision darkened and his eyes glowed. In a snap he was in front of me and holding my hand tightly. i started struggling to move away from his grip. He's just holding me sick!

"Let go! Let me go!" I demanded but he never budge.

"Let you go? Fuck no! I had did that once but there is no way in hell I'll let you go again. No way! You are mine!You're my wife and I can't allow a man to surround you, Franina. You're just mine! You're my spouse! So go home! "

I stared at him with too much hate.

"Wife? The courage to call me wife after all you've done to me? I hate Dhiz! I'm glad you're gone!"

his jaws clenched and his grip on me tightened even more.

"ENOUGH! I HAD ENOUGH! THAT'S IT! YOU'RE COMING WITH ME!"

He dragged me out of my seat so I struggled even more. Many are watching us. and I also see a lot of people wearing black t-shirts on guard.

"RELEASE ME! WHAT?!"

I struggled even more and without hesitation I kick him in so that he could release me. i grab the chance to run, but even though i haven't taken a few steps away i just felt my lift off the ground.

"LET ME GO!"

He carried me like a sack of rice. I kept on wiggling and did everything.

OMG! He can't take me! My child! Fuck! Uno will find me!

Thinking about my son made me more desperate to run away. My child! What about my son?! He can't see my son! I will not allow him to take my home! NO!

That will be my nightmare! I struggled even more. he literally threw me inside his car. I thought that was all he would do but he didn't. He used a white hankie to cover my mouth and nose.

My vision became blurry when I sniffed the cloth.

"My mother? What are you doing to my mother?"

Uno.

and I was stuck in the darkness as fear engulfed me, when I heard my son's voice asking his father of what he is doing to me.

To be Continue ...