Love Choices Mas Duda
Shinders

Just now his heart felt longing for Afrinda to disappear for a week, now the woman is gone again without words and no news at all. Half his heart was left behind in Afrinda somehow and his love life journey, instead of not trying to find, the trail was hard to trace lost to the earth.

Already repeatedly unpacked the contents of the rooms and items that were all left here, there was no sign of where the address of his house was. Searching through schools also found irregularities, such as someone who menganngu network memptoses identity data of foundation teachers.

Tonight Gharda was just sitting pondering in front of her window staring up at the sky her mind wandered, screeching at the rough reach of her cell phone receiving calls from her men. The assumption is not wrong, there are other parties who managed to eliminate the traces of Afrinda. Airports, Stations, and Stations no Afrinda name registered.

Jelita slowly opened the door with her left hand, her right hand hugging the doll crested from Afrinda's room.

"Dad," he called his father over.

Gharda smiled sweetly, since she knew all the truth, she was more lamenting her old regrets and now her affection for her daughter more than herself.

"Cochere? Not sleepy yet?" Gharda took Jelita to her bed.

Jelita did not look straight in front of her forehead wrinkled her face gloomy, her father's gentle strokes resuscitated her from daydreaming. "Miss Frind doesn't love Jelly, she goes on," her great-grandson lowered her face.

"Don't be like that, son. Jelly know no? Every human being has their own ideals and goals, for example Jelita wants to become a teacher like Miss Frind, later if Jelly has grown up must be determined to achieve it. Likewise with Miss Frind who has grown up, the more we will live the more dreams we want to achieve. Someday Jelly will experience it." Gharda tried to explain what the kids in the whatsapp group she was reading.

"But Jel-ly still wants Miss Frind to continue," said Jelita faltered in tears held in her father's arms.

Carrying Jelita still crying little petting her body is almost heavy. Fortunately Jelita did not experience such tentrums at that time, it was easy to fall asleep traces of tears drying up.

Enveloping Jelita's own body not yet sleepy, Gharda decided to stick with her lactope to remove for a moment Afrinda's shadow.

Lady Syeni accidentally passed through Gharda's slightly open room, her hands hanging in midair touching the door leaf. His chest felt tight to see Gharda continue to try to persuade Jelita because she missed Afrinda so much. Slowly closing the door so as not to make a sound, into his room sat pensively wiping his tears. Sinatrani, the name is really known and one of his descendants turned out to have tried to live his family. Ahk, swallow the medicine immediately.

What he had to do was a dilemma for his inner self. If it is true that Afrinda, a member of the family, must be prepared to open old wounds again and the feud that does not end, if not true it feels very impossible considering the traces of Afrinda's departure are very much preserved in such a way. But if you do not tell Gharda, then her grandson continues to grieve not to meet his favorite miss.

Her power to avenge the family's vile deeds is uncertain, her husband Alfonso has died when the man is a balanced opponent. Utilizing Gharda, his own son falls in love with his daughter the family, obviously this cannot. He is not mumgkin alone. There was only one person who was able to resist the Sinatrani family's rule, but if asking that person back one with him, it was the same as giving room to injure his son Gharda.

"Well, how's this?" ask him in the air.

Abraham Dao Sinatran!

Remembering the name alone has made the bristling. Did he scare the guy so much?

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