Fondled Passion 3 Cogan
Want to Ask for Explanation

The path of courage. Want to know the clarity. Everything's falling apart. Even the home is at stake. Which heart does not worry if it has been on the verge of destruction. Even my words do not want my husband to hear.

Everyone doesn't believe. No family defended it. All to blame. It's like this is the main culprit.

Many blasphemed. People look different, hateful. Walking should cover your face. There is no longer any gap to show the truth. That shameful behavior was all handed down to me. Like a woman who cheats.

The leaves change new ones. So does this problem, which turns complicated. At first it was very happy. The world belongs to both. Once hit by a bad wind, then all fall into pieces of unbelief. Let this suffer while I bear it myself. Not to give an explanation. Surely all still excommunicate myself as the other man's temptress.

Brok .. brok, I broke the door rough. Can't wait to see Reyhan. His house looks lonely. In front of it was able to see there are some people, who are clingukan looking for the owner of the house, but it looks futile because the figure is like there is no home.

After it looks safe not to be hunted too, then get off the car want to immediately visit the house of the destroyer. The windows and doors were tightly closed. There's no movement of people here. The front of the house is very dirty with dry and dusty leaves. It seems uninhabited.

"Rey ... Reyhan, get out of you. Don't you dare just hide!" my screams shrill the voice, even if she was home to hear it.

Very sure if the master is inside. He had no relatives nearby, so other than this house where else to go.

Brok ... brok, once again wants to ensure the existence of the artist who made the scandal stir now. If you want to boost the popularity that had fallen, why should I also involve myself. If you want revenge should not be like this, because many people who are involved are harmed.

"Reyhan, sneak open. I know you're inside. It's me, Dilla. We should talk about all this. Exit you! Don't be a coward" I shouted again.

Breath stifled withstanding resentment. Can't wait to see his face. There must be a lot of lies.

Clamps, key sound played. A second later, there was a figure of people peeking.

"Shuuutt, don't be so loud. It'll be found out." Talk as slow as possible. He did not dare to go out.

Looking towards the side of the house. Make sure there are no more reporters. It seems now quiet and safe. They may have left because they were disappointed in Reyhan, who could not be found.

"Let me in now. It looks all safe. Don't keep avoiding this. I need an explanation from you."

"Come on, just a minute."

"Well, why postpone everything! I'm already impatient. Quickly open!" forced rough.

"Emm, okay. Now hurry in!" As fast as lightning he pulled my hand.

Jebret, he's closing up rough. The lights are not on, so some rooms look dark. There was only a glare of light from the window slit. Reyhanpun's face was not very clear. But from a voice sure if it's the guy I'm looking for.

Plaque, reflex hands directly slapping. There is no patience to not teach a lesson. It has been holding onto anger for days. It seems like that way he will know, if I am in a high emotional stage.

"I'm sorry, Dilla!" Only that word was able to be ejected from his mouth now.

"Huh, what? Pardon you? Is it not wrong? After what you're doing to me now? You are a brash man and have no heart. Dare to make trouble. If you want to be famous, this is not the way," furious want to keep cursing.

"It's not so, Dilla. It's not what you think. Although the truth behind this matter is that I'm all guilty," he finally admitted it.

Reyhan's chest I've had a little hit. Ingjn took everything out on him. The crying was sobbing. Can't stand this suffering anymore. The person I love misunderstood me. Reyhan could only remain silent. The punch continued to be strong, yet he could only flinch while accepting resignedly.

"Why ... Why, are you doing this to me? What a mistake I made, that you completely ruined my life."

The more the treatment. He blocked this hand in order to stop the beating. Nanar's gaze, which began to focus towards my face.

"I'm sorry, Dilla. I don't want this either."

Plaque, extra slap landed on the face of his slap. Listening to the words he said, the more the emotions of the soul grew. He thinks I'm stupid, so he can just trust his explanation.

When the curtains were blown by the wind, it showed Reyhan's face that looked full of regret and reddish eyes.

"Don't want how? Explain it! Don't be so convoluted when you talk. Does that mean you're not the culprit? Then who if it wasn't you, 'cause our photo of memories is just you holding it?."

Reyhan is still silent. Looks like someone shut that mouth tight. So guess there is something secret that Reyhan is hiding behind this case. Is he being told or is there a threat here?.

"Quick say! Don't you just shut up like this. Is this how you explain everything? You're so hearty, seeing me tormented," I snapped in disbelief.

He's getting less and less able to say. The head did not dare to look down. It feels so hateful, even want to keep cursing. The face continued to imply an unkindness.

"Let's say! Do you still not want to give an explanation, huh! You coward." I keep nagging.

"My father, I can't tell you now what the reason is. I can only apologize to you for now."

"Well, you son of a bitch b. After doing wrong instead of admitting but even make it complicated. Ok, then. Don't expect you to be able to relate or see me again. It would not be nice to see your face full of cunning. Good bye, bye!" I walked away feeling disappointed.

"Wait .. wait, Dilla. Don't do this. I can explain, but for now I can't." His hand was blocked to stop my steps.

"Let go!" rough snaps.

"I beg. Understand for now."

He clutched my hand more and more strongly so as not to leave.

"Bulsit, by your will. Don't ever touch me again. Forget everything and assume we've never known. You know?"

"But, Dilla?"

"Ahh, stop. Tired of talking to a loser like you. It may only drag people into your problems, but there is no sense of responsibility at all. I can only pray, may you stay lucky."

Brutely brush his hands. It seemed that all my words were so clear, that he no longer caught up with me.

Disappointment is very hard to live with. Do not expect if people who have been bowja will do no good. Indeed some people look good inside, but who would have thought in his heart save a rottenness. It is precisely the closest friends or family are sometimes our great enemies without realizing it. They are willing to justify all means so that what they want is achieved.