Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 05's. Tata Story 16's.
Gevan POVs.
But on a day I never expected. The hours I thought everything would be fine. Reality has thrown everything away. Reality destroys all that I have built with all my soul. Tata told me; let me love you, Mas. She wants to live life with a person who has secretly asked her to be a part of her life. I ran away from reality. Spending sad days in another city to kill a poignant time.
"Tata, Lala."
These tears that I could not bear came out as I pleased and showed that I had lost the love struggle that we struggled with.
"Tata, why did you leave Mas?"
I sat with a blank look while leaning on the lip of the bed and sitting on the floor. In my hand was a bottle of wine that I had smoked. After coming home from the court office, I tried to pursue Tata hoping her love would be anchored back to me. However, it turns out that whatever I do won't get him back in my arms.
"I wish I had never been tempted by Queen. Had I opened my heart to you, we would have been happy" I said regretfully. I've lost gold to worthless things.
Life goes hand in hand with faces that often bring memories. Many things that have tried to be forgotten can eventually come back, increasing back wounds that have been worn out. Senyabyajg oetajh was thrown away as if thrown into a very close.
I looked at the photo. My burly hand held the figura. I looked back at the photo again. I took a deep breath, my eyes glazed over. Clearly visible by the tinge of lights, the teardrops rolling from the kerling of my beautiful tears. Happy photo with Tata and Lala. I regret. I'm stupid. Me, I am a person who has no feelings. I could leave and wish my wife only for the Queen. I thought Tata never knew about this. It turned out that he secretly knew everything.
"Why don't you give me a chance, Ta? Do you know that I'm sorry? Do you know I feel guilty and can't afford to lose you. I really love you, even though it's too late. I'm sorry, Tata. Ii'm sorry. The words I can't live without you are true, maybe I will live as usual. But I have no purpose. Now I don't have to what?"
Clear circles roll each other out from within my eyelids and wet my cheeks. Crushed, broken apart. The pieces of the heart that will not be possible to return intact as the original condition.
"Tata, you are the source of my happiness. After you left, I didn't even know how to be happy."
I love Tata with all my heart, soul and body. However, somehow the story was that I could be tempted by Queen. My wife is more than anything.
I put the photo on my chest while crying. My life is just to cry and cry. Forcing someone who has gone back with me. Forcing the love I'll never have to be anchored in all.
"Tata... The lala.. Lala...."
May I plead with God to put my wife and children back in my arms? May I scold the fate that separates me from the woman I love? Even if it's too late.
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Does anyone know? Sicker than losing someone? Imagine a time when someone loved. He's the one on the side. However, his heart could never truly be possessed.
Happiness comes when feelings are reciprocated. The love he used to say was reciprocated by the same pronunciation, he also loved. He was soulful beside me. Make good plans with him. There was no one else in his heart. No love was flowing in his chest.
I sat on the bed and yawned several times while collecting lives that flew to dreamland. Scroll clock that already showed at 8 am.
For a moment I was silent. I took a deep breath and then I exhaled slowly. My hand stretched out rubbing the part of my chest that still feels sore. I saw a clean floor, not since when the housekeepers cleaned my room from bottles of alcohol and cigarette marks.
"Tata, Lala. I miss you guys."
Still same. The name of the woman who had left me was still embedded in the chest. I don't understand why I can't just forget Tata? We have been separated and separated, but this soul and body will not let go of the shadows that disappear in the heart.
Sometimes it is better to be a secret admirer. Keep hiding feelings for someone. From it, it was declared and only received a deep wound. However, I never regretted confessing all my feelings to Tata Although in the end it was only the hurt and rejection I got.
I looked at the blanket and got out of bed. Not only is my heart fragile but also my entire body of soul and body. This is why I don't understand, why do some people just call it heartbreak? Because when I woke up I found my body broken.
I immediately cleaned myself in the bathroom. Still ringing in my head, when every morning Tata was busy preparing breakfast for me and Lala. We are happy as a small family.
"Lala, Mas will learn to let you go. They will learn to let you go. Although I never really could. Again, I'm sorry, Tata. Do you know, once you're not in my life, my days feel heavy and blocked in there. Sorry, Tata. Losing you is like a nightmare, if it's really a dream I want to wake up and rebel."
Not long to reflect on fate under the shower I immediately came out of the bathroom. I'm not ready for the hospital yet. Moreover, the matter of my divorce and Tata has been spread everywhere. Everyone thinks I'm a jerk and a coward who dares to hurt a good woman like Tata.
Seriate...