Forced to Marry The Culun
Remembered on him

When he you present in our love story, then there is only the pleasure. Should I let her be happy with her choice? Not willing, yes that's what was imprisoned in the heart, but whether the plot of the story of life that has been set must be opposed.

Leaves continue to fall, as well as this love that is increasingly eroded away. When pain is present, there is only hatred.

Dewam welcomes with dingjn, a different face that welcomes the morning full of frost over a sense of disappointment.

Life is not necessarily beautiful, the sky is not necessarily bright, and the night is not necessarily a lot of stars. The wheel of life continues to spin, sometimes we win to feel above all else, but if not self-conscious will feel falling too. Such is the love that comes with the confidence that it will get the best reply, but this self never taught that he did not deserve me, until the pain made it fall into the pool of return.

Tonight I can write down the saddest verses. Realized that I no longer had it. Feeling that I have lost it. Listening to the sound of an endless night, but increasingly without him.

"Why do you have so much heart for me, Juna? Where is your heart, until you do that?" Hands looking up wanted to feel the cold gusts of the night wind.

The void brings a million flavors of spirit to death. The world seems to be inexhaustible, when there is only an emptiness of the heart hurt.

Accepting all fate. Tonight is not as lonely as it is, when you laugh without knowing I feel sad myself. In that silence only your face continues to be imagined. You already have, can you feel it all?.

Hc .. tok. Mother's sleep in the middle of the door that is wide open..

"May I come in?"

"Yes, Mom. Let's sit here."

Under the window looked at the sky which was blotting out its dark color. There's an empty chair. Mom came over and sat in front of me.

"Is your call still unanimous in asking for a divorce from Arjuna?"

"I don't know, Mom."

"You're still so worried and completely unable to let go of the man."

"What you say is true, ma'am. How not to worry that my heart is already attached to him, but he behind has dared to put the knife of infidelity."

"The problem is not necessarily true because it is too sudden, but it can also be real because Arjuna is rich, so it could be with more than one woman. Who knows, you're not the only one who's been around."

"Mother's right. But Arjuna couldn't possibly do that to play women."

"Hhhh, don't know, Mom. It all makes me dizzy. In my deepest heart there is still doubt that he would be like that, but in front of my own eyes it is very real. All so confusing and seem cornered."

"Yes, let time answer all that. The truth will surely be revealed, while the rottenness will still lose, and torture the perpetrator who is not good."

"Hmm, Mom."

"Rather than you daydreaming baby, it is better to follow Mother to make cakes in the kitchen. Who knows how to relieve your stress."

"All right."

"But eat first. You haven't eaten since afternoon, have you? Quickly eat, let's not get sick and there's energy."

"Yes, ma'am."

The answer is always not the spirit. There is still a sense that half of life has been lost.

Tonight is not like a night.

Sat you laughed without knowing I was feeling sad myself.

When the night gets dark.

Let my worries fade.

Only a deep sleep can help you start tomorrow with full energy.

One night, the sky was crying.

Seskan accompanied a silent piece of heart.

And that cry revives every taste that has died.

I want you to accompany me to open the morning to take off the twilight, calm the night and share the story.