Bare With Bastard
I want pizza!
"Just crazy!" rymi, right now the woman is in her car, driving to get somewhere.
He was still upset half-dead with Jovan, Ayaz's decision to let Jovan live at that time was in fact useless at all according to him.
Jovan is too afraid to mix with them, if one day they really end then it is only right that Jovan will never have the intention to help them, perhaps the man would gladly leave with his sister, someone whom Ayaz also loved dearly.
He was actually already against Ayaz's decision at that time, but Ayaz said he could use Jovan with his wealth, but in fact for what they did, rich is not enough.
It was hard to believe in a new person, what else was a human he considered to be as holy as Jovan. Rymi realizes everything is so weird.
"Aishhhh!" his weakness.
...***...
With a heavy heart Marco took out some of his money to compensate for the trading loss of this man who was staring intently at him.
He snorted bitterly at what had happened to him, today may he say that he was really unlucky.
"I'm sorry!" said the girl.
Marco looked at him, then smiled insincerely.
"Master, how can I replace that kind of money? Would you have a job for me?"
"No need!" marco replied quickly, after today he hoped not to meet this woman again, it was ridiculous for him.
"But we can't part like this, can we? I'll feel like I owe you!" continued.
Marco looked more and more at the woman, "You should have thought so before I let myself take responsibility for your mistakes, that I should not bother giving her money in exchange, it should be, right? But unfortunately you didn't?" delic Marco.
"Sir..."
"Forget over today, and let's just say I'm being unlucky!"
"But Sir... How could? I meani... I admit I don't have money to compensate, but I also can't just let go by taking your help for granted, so sir... Let me take responsibility, you can hire me, as long as I don't replace money with money, whatever I do!" the woman insisted and looked so sure.
Marco shook his head, "Hard-headed!" objurgation.
Marco went forward to scrape the distance, "Let's just say I'm in almsgiving with a person who is in need, you can take this farewell quietly, I don't need a reply from you, I don't need a reply from you, so don't assume you can do anything!" he said right in front of the woman.
Hearing that, the woman retreated her steps unprepared, she really did not expect Marco would tell her that.
Is it that sehina? Although slowly he also admitted and nodded in agreement, well he was indeed all deficient.
His tears were slightly raised, his hands were also clenched, he wanted to be angry but it was not very inappropriate when the reality was true that he even seemed to reject his destiny.
Marco passed away, he did not want to linger outside, no matter what misfortune would befall him.
...***...
Ayaz gets a phone call, someone tells him that he can not linger in Italy, what he did at that time has arrived just in time, if he does not supervise by himself, he is afraid that something is not according to their plans.
Ayaz tells Yaren that if they have to go home soon, Ayaz tries to give the best possible understanding so that Yaren does not suspect him.
"Is it true that nothing happened?" ask Yaren for the second time.
"No dear, why? I just want to go home, here it feels a little stifling." replied Ayaz reasoned.
Fortunately yesterday at the funeral of Daslah Donulai, Yaren saw the picture of Ayaz's face is not pleasant, it also makes Yaren think that maybe Ayaz did not want to linger in Italy, because Donulai.
Yaren held her husband's hand tightly, "Whatever happens, whatever your choice, I will always support you, we will always be together, Ayaz... Don't even think about leaving me, because I'll never leave you!" yaren said, he tried to understand Ayaz's position.
"I'm not leaving you!" Ayaz was downcast, though sounding confident from his words but his heart was doubtful, deep down he was so afraid, afraid to leave Yaren alive or dead, and also afraid that Yaren left him because Ayaz realized, he was not a person who deserves to be loved.
Even tomorrow he does not know what will happen to his life. Wishing God would give him happiness for a little longer, he would make Yaren happy as much as possible before God ends it.
The two then hugged, dissolved in each other's minds but one thing in common, both worried about each other.
You first, made me feel loved, made a new understanding for me who had no purpose in life other than to avenge me, you made me understand, that by seeing you happy then that is the purpose of my life, I will make you happy in all my life, even though I will die later but at least a million times I have given happiness in your life during our togetherness, I won't let you have any complaints about being the wife of a criminal like me!- Ayaz.
Whatever I will do, to accompany you, no matter what kind of person you are and how, for to me you are still my husband, the one who has chosen me to be my companion, I will not let disappointment perch in your view of myself, trust my promise, I will do my best to make you happy, even if I have to support a crime.
"You crying?" ayaz asked as the two had already released a hug, Ayaz's hand gently outstretched wiping away Yaren's falling tears.
"Because you look ugly when you cry like this, so I like you better smile!" ayaz tried to cheer Yaren up.
"Ayaz.." said Yaren did not believe, could-can Ayaz had teased him in the middle of this haru moment. "Hiks hyx!" Yaren was hardening her cries.
"Eyehh?" puzzled Ayaz, Yaren did not laugh because of her words just now, instead getting more and more crying. The man was finally only able to scratch his non-itchy nape.
"Is there something wrong with my words?" ask Ayaz.
Unfortunately, it seems the intention to comfort the wife was not as expected.
Yaren shook her head slowly, she cried as she became even more moved. But unfortunately he was wrong in expressing his expression, his tears just kept coming out.
"Then?"
"Hiks hyx!" Yaren is still crying.
"Yaren's... What's up?" ayaz asked, he was starting to mess up, what did he say that ugly Yaren had offended his wife?
"You're angry because..."
Yaren immediately shook her head, lest Ayaz thought he was too heart-taking.
"No!" said directly.
"Then why? Why crying?"
"Yaz..."
"Yes! What was? Say it!"
"I... I'm..."
"Why?"
Yaren was confused as to what to answer, she was moved by Ayaz teasing her, but should she say that.
"Why?" cerca Ayaz again.
"I'm..."
Ayaz tried to listen.
"I... Me, I want pizza!" yaren was spontaneous.
**Connected...
...Click likes, comments, and Vote**!!!...