Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 3's. Justjust please.
He and the things we've been through are reasons for me to stare at this world. Although some plans seem threatened as mere memories. But my heart can never be denied. I never really got away from everything about him. Everything I ever dreamed of. Something I have retained to this day. I still fight.
"Mas, Star," I murmured. Unknowingly my embrace in Shaka's hand came off.
How could I possibly be peghi, if only he were still someone who lived in the heart. Otakh who with all anxiety I let settle there. Expect it to be the same. Can look into his eyes for long. He can keep his heart whole soul. And don't want to go anywhere when he's been traveling. I will accompany him even in the worst situation he has. However, it was a pity that all the wishful thinking had been lost along with all his betrayals.
"Nara," he said with teary eyes.
We stared at each other for a long time. Longing for the sake of longing was clearly visible on his eyelids. Lord, if anyone knew how much I loved this man in front of me. Even my feelings of love haven't changed since we parted. I once said I stopped loving her. I told her I didn't love her or miss her anymore. However, I myself lied and reneged on the promise I had made.
"What's going on here?" my question was to hold firmly Shaka's hand as if channeling my pain through the gang.
"Nara," call closer to me and Shaka.
I took refuge behind Shaka's body. Not because I'm afraid of the stars. I'm just afraid this miss goes deeper when I see it. Instead of hating, I wanted to hug her and say that I miss and miss her.
Someone who has ever existed will not be removed just like that unless memory loss. No human has really grown up without someone in the past. Inevitably, loss is one of the things that makes humans learn to accept reality. I understand that. Something that makes me not hate. Sometimes I want to tell him. That longing that develops in the chest is a proof that I still very much and really love him. Getting back together is an impossibility.
"Mas, what do you want?" my many.
"I want to talk to you" he said softly with eyes that could not be seen.
"Speak what?" many cold.
"Sister," call Shaka.
"Yes, Shaka?"
"Speak to the Stars" said Shaka softly.
"But_"
"Shaka is hungry, brother. If you wait for Brother to take shelter behind Shaka will faint how?" chirp my sister Shaka.
I snatched away the annoyance and looked at the lazy Shaka. While my sister only chuckles softly, even though I know that's how she calms her broken-hearted sister.
I certainly don't regret anything that happened. Just a little pity. Why do we have to end up hurting each other like this?
I sat in the front seat of the Star. He still looks at me intensely. I don't know what he meant and what purpose he came here for? Hadn't we been fine all this time and chose our own way of life.
"What are you talking about, Mom?" my many.
Thousands of times I hate and don't want to love her anymore. I am still someone who cannot escape the feeling of love. I have never really forgotten the Star. I always miss her figure even though she was never good to me. Even with the heart to bring others in our household relationships.
"Can I ask for help?" her door.
My ex-husband's appearance was a mess. If he used to always appear charismatic with a sweet smile that makes me unable to turn away until now. So now his appearance was shattered and messy. Ruffled hair with clothes that tangle panda eyes and smell of alcohol. Mas Bintang's lifetime had never touched the item and even for him it was a banned object. Moreover, he is a doctor who certainly takes care of health.
"It's about Bee" he said.
"Bee?" my ul.
"Yes. I'd like to ask you to meet him for a moment" he asked, cupping his hands together in his chest and as if my help was really important.
I still occasionally talk about it in my head. I think that's only natural. I can't deny, the things that once existed, occasionally came as mere guests. It's okay, it's just a matter of memory passing through the head. I will soon forget again.
I hope he really manages to forget me, even though I don't expect that to be true. Like I'm all right now without him, though I don't know what it's going to be like after this. I was already in phase; it turned out that her loss wasn't as scary as I thought it was. Everything that once felt so painful, has now healed again and made me ready to rise.
"What's up with Bee, Mom?" my many.
When it comes to Bee I can't ignore. Because Bee I've taken it like my own sister. Moreover, he and Tata have some similarities.
"Bee....." He took a long breath.
"Quick say, Mas. What happened to Bes?!" my insistence.
"Bee's pregnant."
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I have always believed that there is nothing eternal about sadness. Or from whatever it is. There are only people who have survived together throughout their ages. And, that's not an eternity. It was an attempt to keep the deal.
So do I and the stars. After the many twists and turns of the problems in our household, the separation seemed to be the answer to the problems we faced.
"Is he responsible, Mom?" my many.
"Let's go, I'm trying to find their whereabouts. I can't figure out how Bee could be tempted by that guy." I heard a long breath.
Mas Bintang said that the man who impregnated Bee was the same man as the baby's father in Mona's womb, Ikmal. Doctor Ikmal, he came to our wedding at the time. But I didn't see him close to Bee.
"How did this happen, Mom? Bee was young why did she get into a relationship with an old man like Doctor Ikmal?" I was half in disbelief.
Bee was the same age as Tata and even they were studying at the same campus. The two of them were also close even before Mas Bintang and I decided to get married.
"This is what I'm trying to figure out, because since Bee said she was pregnant. He did not want to get out of the room and continued to shut himself up," explained Mas Bintang look frustrated. "Father shock, until a heart attack and now in the hospital. While Mother continues to daydream with a blank look. My family is devastated, Ra," said Mas Bintang with teary eyes. A drop of that clear grain flowed down the cheek of his handsome.
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