Criminal: I Love Criminals!
The Painful Waiting

after the first letter, I did not receive another letter.In fact, until three months later, the deadline that he told me. he should have returned to fulfill his promise, but his nose did not appear at the door to pick me up, not even a letter I found again.sadly, it felt so sad, it was as if I was dying in a terrible storm of disappointment.

I tried to find out about him, but the results were sad.His cell phone number could not be contacted.The bad shadows about him began to haunt my mind. Could he change his mind and settle there? fall in love with a local woman and live together and forget I'm here? my disappointment was mounting at the thought of this betrayal.

could it be that I am for him just a phase of his wild and complicated life adventure.I am only a path, not a destination.I am nothing more than a zero, which exists but does not exist, he said, who are present but considered absent.

every time I remember the times we spent together, I felt like a blind fool. the promises and sweet words he said were nothing more than a ploy to trick my heart. I think he just made me an excuse to stay safe in this country during the investigation, she said, so that he can gain recognition as a citizen and have freedom.

his once-talented character now falls into the image of a planned deception disguised as help and love, complete with his toughness and beautiful promises.he is the epitome of the most sadistic betrayal, the most, a human figure who loves humanity and the gift of every bad and perverted purpose of life but he is able to forget and step on a heart that stumbles to admire him.

Lastly, I always asked my aunt Rosy, but aunt Rosy could only shut up and smile.However, there was something else she said last night when I complained about Morgan, "Sometimes, someday, there will be another letter Mr. Morgan has sent" he said.

a letter? for what?!

I already realized, I am no longer the woman in her life.she may have had another woman who everything surpasses me. Am I not just a spoiled daughter of a family that has gone bankrupt? nothing more than a living bitch hitching a ride on him?

but, Ah! Basic Stupid! what was I thinking? could Morgan be that kind of guy? why should I feel low? isn't that the same as taking myself down? doesn't that just make me worse, because it is crowded with various bad prejudices about him? my acquaintance does not take the good side, so that my soul remains protected from the anger that can destroy me?

With a heavy heart, I slowly evaluated this short, complicated experience.Every time I tried to shake off those bad thoughts, I occasionally returned to our old house both Morgan to let go of the longing, wall clocks, chairs, mattresses, pillows and blankets.Everything in that house is a memory of Morgan that I will always remember when I miss his figure.

in the middle of my daydream, suddenly the sound of a child's cry was heard, huge. Immediately I got up from the seat and looked for the source of the sound.until I arrived at the garden beside the house, the kids are crowded.

I noticed Lily who kept crying while holding onto her bleeding knee.

"He fell from a tree because he wanted to take a kite that was stuck in one of the branches, I'm sorry Miss Bella, can you please get me a red medicine in my room?"

"Oh, sure can.wait a minute!" I said run straight to Aunt Rosy's room.

when I got to the room, I looked for the drugs my aunt meant, but I never found them until I tried to reach into the drawer on the bedside table.but not the red medicine I found, an envelope containing a letter.

I was a little curious, because next to the envelope was also a postage stamp that had not been attached exactly the same shape as the one that had been stuck in Morgan's letter before, so I decided to take it, so I decided to take it, and I opened the letter in the envelope.

a letter that has no delivery date, only has its contents.What is the meaning of all this?

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