Criminal: I Love Criminals!
Back To Home Country

The night was so serene in its majesty that a star itself docked towards the surrounding crowd of stars. the star is slowly twinkling and appears increasingly rigid in its orbit in the middle of the universe so vast and dark that maybe we humans should share everything we feel, he said, in order to be stronger and stronger.sharing with others does not mean reducing solitude, but just so as not to be too stuffy and heavy bear the fate of solitude. also between me and Morgan, starting from the help he gave, we shared our solitude and complement each other.

clouds from the edge of the horizon are approaching, forming thick clouds.

since the departure, I have continued to stand in front of the bedroom window, I look at the sky while occasionally looking down, the street.

the moon began to fade covered in fog over the sky there, incandescent sounds also heard birds squinting on the power cord.as well as the clanging of the clockwork of the antique wall clock makes me more agitated, more nervous, the night will sink in the dawn.

"He's not back yet" I said slowly.

but even though this uneasy feeling kept on enveloping me, I didn't want to doubt Morgan. I've known him for a long time, I know Morgan wasn't an ice-skirt soldier, well, well, the name of the soldier certainly has the ability and mindset above the average ordinary person, even though they are in a precarious situation they already understand the strategy of war.

so, my only task now is to trust and wait for him to come home in peace.I took a deep breath trying to give peace in me, even though these minds and hearts collide I will always trust Morgan, he said, he had promised and said he would come home, that's how it should be.

Thus when the sky began to turn blue, I continued to pray to the Lord of the universe so that my fear would not become real, so that we would be given a way to care for this love to remain eternal. love is a source of energy to ward off loneliness and give strength to keep going and living.

one day, I had it ready, I would get Morgan married. After that every afternoon we would sit together on the porch, reading his book and enjoying the coffee and cinnamon cake I made, he, the handsome and dashing Morgan, was, quoting a sentence from a world figure in his tribe about a love that makes me understand how love can not be avoided.then, he will sing the song Alexander Miraz, the song, while strumming the guitar for me. It's romantic, right? it's okay if I have to go and live in the country I come from, I will also take my mother there.

That's all I want.

in the middle of my daydream, I suddenly heard the sound of the front door opening loudly, then the sound of strong and fast footsteps.I immediately turned my head when I heard a voice calling me in such a close distance.

"Issabella!"

My eyes were wide open, when I saw the figure I was waiting for his return finally came. These eyes felt very hot, when Morgan came, now he found his waiting. with a look of anxiety his sweat poured out to make his black shirt tighten to accentuate his body muscles.

"Morgan." I shouted and ran towards him.

he grabbed me, and I hugged him tightly.I kissed his cheeks in droves and sank back into his chest, describing the same great longing passion, but only parted for not a day, but I feel like we're apart, far and away.it's like nature's separation. I think Morgan would.

the smell of his exotic brown body was smelled in my nose and penetrated into me. It felt like I was drunk by a pure perfume that immediately smelled from the source, from the flowers that bloomed in the garden.

as he was leaving, Morgan pulled my wrist and looked at me with a look I could not tell what it meant,

"No Isabella, there's no time." she shut up for a while, then continued "I want to say something."

"Something what?"

"The situation is now deteriorating, our reconnaissance has been sniffed and one of the agents has been caught.we have to strategize as soon as possible, before a bigger impact comes.so therefore, we have to work out, we have to be apart long enough."

"You're going?"

"Yes." Yeah."

I looked at his face fixedly. then I turned my gaze, empty and sore. Now, I dare not imagine life without him. I can not. and if I can, I do not know how.

"Where?!" my question, with a little anger.

"Back to my country."

"When?" my timpal's back

"Now, before the whole line is closed and we're surrounded."

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