FIRE LOVE
1. Marveled

I don't know if this is helpful to myself or to others, or not useful at all. I just want to let go of my teasing about the past that won't come back. Perhaps by writing them down, I will feel as if I am going back to my past. Because I know that behind some bitterness of life there are also beauties that are sometimes difficult to describe with words. And I will remember when I read and I read again that private letter.

There are no dates, months and years to write here. Because it doesn't matter to me. What's important to me is that it happened for the sake of that event. Everything I need to record, especially since I stepped on the marriage ladder. Because from that moment on I started to feel like a real human being.

It's sad to remember that my teenage years just disappeared. Because at fourteen I had to sit at the bar, next to a man who was almost four times my age. My husband is even older than my father!

I am indeed a submissive child, so when both my parents asked me to accept jarot sir as my husband, I obediently accepted it. Especially after hearing the reasons that made my sense. That Mr. Jarot had lived long enough in his wife's death, while his only child was in school abroad, so that sir jarot no one takes care of in his house.

Before I was taken into custody by jarot, my father said, "pity him, Tri. No one is running. Though you will know that the jarot sir is a good man, we have also been indebted to him since. "

Indeed, mr. Jarot as the richest man in my village, famous for being generous. It is good to extend help to people in need. While my parents' lives are in short supply and often receive help from jarot sir.

I remember, when my mother was very sick, my father was confused. Because the doctor at the puskesmas suggested that my mother be treated in a hospital with complete equipment in Yogyakarta. Obviously my father was confused, because where did he have the money for the hospital fees? "Don't go to the hospital, for ambulance fees my father doesn't have.

At that moment, jarot suddenly appeared. And for the umpteenth time he helped us. Without much talk he made an ambulance. With the ambulance, my mother was taken to Yogyakarta, which is not far from my village.

After being treated for three months in the hospital, my mother's health recovered and can be brought home. And I can't imagine what would have happened to my mother had there been no help from Jarot.

Actually, there is much more help from the jarot sir that has been received by my family. But I don't need to write them down one by one here, which obviously we owe him a lot, so when he proposed to me, both my parents felt that there was a great honor coming. That a rich widower expects a girl from a poor family. While the girl's family has received a lot of help from the widower.

I also stepped into marriage. It seems that this event is quite thrilling in my village. A three-day, three-night wedding is something that has never happened in my village. While the dowry given to me, in the form of three sets of jewelry, is also an extraordinary thing. During the wedding party, I was directly in boyong to the building pak jarot, (which was then called mas jarot at his own request). It was at this moment that I saw many eyes of admiration, for I had become the wife of the richest tycoon in my village.

But fuck all that. What is clear is that I have embarrassed the best thing for both my parents and my three little sisters. Isn't it after I became the wife of mas jarot, my parents' house in the remodel became a decent house for the size of my village? Didn't I regularly send money to my parents and my sisters? Didn't I manage to turn the moody atmosphere into a joyous atmosphere?"

I don't know if I was happy or not. For sure I feel happy living beside mas jarot who turned out to love me very much. I even often compare the pleasure of living next to a mas jarot with the time I was still with my parents. Frankly, mas jarot was much more patient than my own father. If my father was a little hard in guiding me, then mas jarot instead, I never heard the word harshly thrown from his mouth, I even felt very spoiled by him, he said, so that whatever I want will always be realized.

What I call losing my teenage years doesn't really care. Even that term was only known after I turned twenty years old. By that time the age of mas jarot had reached sixty years.

Without feeling I've been living six years as a wife mas jarot. There were no meaningful events in a long time, except that even my body was growing rapidly, so that the black and flat Lastri had turned into a tall, dense and filled Lastri. I don't think I can be classified as a plump woman, just my hips and p\*my air is big, while my waist is small, so many call my body like a Spanish guitar.

Regarding my face, I do not judge it myself, but I have often heard compliments from my friends that my face is sweet and has its own charm, but I have always heard, my skin is also no longer black as it was when I was a child, maybe because rarely sunbathing in the sun anymore, my skin is not classified as white, maybe because it is not white, but as an adult my skin cannot be called black. I don't know what the name of my skin group, it may be classified as mature brown skin.

But obviously I've been good at taking care of my body, skin, face, hair and everything I have, because I already have a few diplomas in the science of beauty, by itself I am able to take care of my own beauty, even then I also began to take care of the beauty of my patients in the beauty salon located on the edge of us Yogyakarta.

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SERIATE....

sorry to apologize if there are many errors in writing layout, commas, and dots,

and sorry if this storyline resembles and matches other stories, because this is only a memory" of the novel I have read in the past...!!