Shackles Of Love Meta

"Fitra, don't mess with it again, please! Do you think that Mom is not tired of cleaning your toys all the time," shouted Meta to Fitra, her four-year-old child.

Fitra's face was scared, his eyes were misty a little more tears would fall. He squeezed his interlocked fingers. His body was shaking with fear.

"Cry! Keep crying. Usually just cry! Keep on bothering you," said Meta annoyed. She clenched his fists in emotion.

Fitra burst into tears, he burst into tears throwing all the toys she brought. Meta, who was furious to see her son's actions, immediately took one of Fitra's toys, then threw it at Fitra's face

Pletak!

Meta's throw hit Fitra's forehead, instantly Fitra's cries grew louder. She stomped her feet as she continued to cry and scream.

"Shut up you! Don't cry at all. Be a smart child, according to Mother!” screams Meta frantically. Her body was already tired, her head smoky when she heard Fitra's cry.

Meta is furious to see Fitra getting out of control, she pinches Fitra's stomach and threatens.

"Shut up! Come on shut up!” shouted Meta furiously.

"Sorry, Mom," said Fitra accompanied by tears.

Meta releases her pinch, her breath catches with anger, eyes are red and body is full of sweat.

"Shut up, don't cry anymore. Clean up all your toys,” Meta orders firmly and then leaves Fitra alone in the family room.

Fitra immediately cleaned up his toys, he didn't want his mother to be angry anymore. Almost every day his mother scolded him for trivial things. Messy toys, disobedient Fitra, and more

Meanwhile Meta was crying regretting what she said to Fitra, she sat behind the door of her room, she lost control again. don't know why she's been angry so fast lately, especially at Fitra thing.

Today wasn't the first time she had scolded Fitra, actually she didn't want that to happen. Meta wants to love Fitra, educate Fitra without anger.

Some time ago she read an article about parenting, which said that parents' habit of hitting will create a perception in children that violence is permissible.

So that children will be aggressive, and have a tendency to hit their peers when there is a problem. More than that, children will also adopt violent methods when they grow up and become parents .

In addition to spanking, verbal abuse such as yelling, yelling or threatening a child if he doesn't behave well is just as bad. This will give the impression that the child is not worthy enough to be loved by his own parents.

Meta doesn't want Fitra to be an aggressive person, but it's very difficult to control her emotions especially when Meta is tired after doing homework. Alfan, her husband rarely helps her do the housework. All Meta is working on it. Starting from cooking, washing, cleaning the house, preparing for Alfan and Fitra's needs. Actually she didn't want to complain about his condition, but Meta's body couldn't be fooled. Really, this time she was very tired. She wished she had time to be alone doing his hobby. But can't. Alfan would not allow himself.

A few minutes later Meta's tears subsided, she wiped the tears on her cheeks roughly. Meta stands in front of the mirror, making sure there are no traces of tears. After making sure, she immediately left the room to meet Fitra. Meta plans to apologize for her rudeness to her son.

But the family room is empty, Fitra doesn't appear. SHe saw that the toys that were scattered before were now clean, all the toys had been put in a special toy box in the corner of the room. The more makes Meta's heart hit and hurt. Her son has been working hard cleaning the toys. Even though at a young age, children rarely want to clean their own toys.

"Fitra," called Meta half running looking for Fitra, she was very worried about her child. His heart beat wildly when he didn't see his son.

Meta is afraid that something bad will happen to Fitra. She regretted that she had yelled at his only child. If he could choose, it would be better if he didn't have children. Her unprepared psyche made her emotions uncontrollable. She used to not want to have children, but because conceded, she was forced to accept.

Meta has searched almost all the rooms in her house, but can't find Fitra anywhere. Meta tired, she sat her buttocks on the living room chair. Her mind was confused, she felt very guilty to Fitra for scolding her earlier.

Meta bit her lip, her hands crossed in front of her chest, she kept thinking where is Fitra. Meta ruffled his hair roughly, then remembered something. Then he ran to Fitra's room, and....

"Fitra," called Meta when the door was opened. He was relieved to see his son in the room.

Fitra curled up on the bed, a thick blanket covering her entire body. Meta slowly opened the blanket. Look, Fitra is sleeping right now. Tears were still clearly visible on his cheeks.

Meta touched Fitra's face, then he kissed her cheek for a long time. While whispering sorry words to Fitra.

"Son, I'm sorry Mom. I'm angry with Fitra. I'm sorry mother, son." Meta was stunned to cry over his stupidity earlier.

"I'm sorry Mom" Meta said quietly. Tears welled up in her eyes as she hugged her son's back.

Only a word of apology can Meta whisper. He really regrets having said inappropriate things to Fitra.

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Meta paced in the living room waiting for Alfan to come home, occasionally biting his nails in anxiety. It is now nine o'clock in the evening, but Alfan's nose is still not visible. Usually he would be home at five in the afternoon. She don't know why he was late this time.

Meta repeatedly checked his device, hoping for an incoming message from Alfan. But to no avail, not a single message came from Alfan.

Meta squeezed his phone. 'where are you going, Baby' thought Meta continues to ask.

After getting tired of waiting, Meta decided to sleep. It was night, she had to get up early tomorrow. Let Alfan open the door himself, after all he brought his own spare key.

At eleven o'clock at night Alfan just got home, after loading his motorbike into the garage, he slowly opened the door to his room.

Ceklek!

Alpha tried not to make a sound. He crept into the room. After arriving in the room, he immediately changed clothes and lay down beside Meta. He stared at his wife's face for a moment then closed his eyes.

'Your body was so delicious, Bella' thought Alfan happily.

Not long after, Alfan's distinctive snoring was heard while sleeping, that's when Meta woke up. Apparently he was just pretending to be asleep. Actually he heard the sound of Alfan's motorbike coming, it's just that his eyes really didn't want to open.

Meta got out of bed. She looked for Alfan's cell phone and he found it in Alfan's briefcase. 'The phone has a password,' Meta thought suspiciously.

It's not uncommon for Alfan's cellphone to use a password, usually both Meta and Alfan will open. This is suspicious.