Love Lara
22.Lara's pregnant?

"Mom wants to ask Gus, choose a mother or maintain love?", mother gave me a choice that makes me cornered.but I a man must be consistent in promises and obligations.

But my love for love, made me unable to choose my mother who gave birth to me in this world, even though love is now paralyzed, did not dampen my intention to keep marrying her.

Mother and widari returned to Java with a heightened sense of anger.

"Don't ever assume again that your mother is good, stay here for a long time" said the mother, she even brushed my hand away as I was about to experience.

"Mother forgive me well", but mother rejected me and turned her back to me.

I stared at my mother's back, so I got on the plane that would take her back to Surabaya.

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My determination was unanimous, to come to love to Toraja, no matter what happened I still took it back to Makassar and invited her to be my bride.

"Kok asked for a sudden leave Gus, where are you going?", asked Krishna, my friend from Java .

"You go to Toraja Krish, I want to meet love" I replied calmly.

Krishna approached me and grabbed my shoulder

"Gus, I'm confused ma until, I'm more willing to lose your mother than love who does not necessarily want to accept you back" said Krishna trying to advise me.

Krishna kept giving me advice to catch up with my mother, but my resolve was unanimous, I had to meet love first.

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The next day I went to Toraja to find my love beautifully imprinted in my heart, the shadow of the face of ayu love I began to feel continue to play in my eyes.

My daydreams were scattered when the car I was riding in the Toraja region that was fun and full of beauty .addresses that had been given love, became a clue for me, until arriving in front of the house with shades of Toraja yellow painted.

Love opened her eyes, she looked at me blankly she looked at me with no feeling at all.

"Love", I sat in front of her wheelchair and hugged her beautiful calf.

Love does not flinch at all, it does not give any response.

"Love lost her memory, son, she can't react to anything", suddenly her grandmother's love called mother came to me.

I clasped the fingers of the finger of love that taut, her beautiful eyes blinked and like trying to remember me.

"My love is good" I said trying to remind a smiling love, but his smile was like a rejection to me.

"Love, we go to Makassar, yes, where good mas will take you to the hospital for treatment", I keep trying to provoke love to want to talk, but do not give any response from love.

"It's good to go inside, son, you must be tired from traveling" said the mother, while pushing her wheelchair love into the house .

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I looked at the love that was like a baby in the care, made me start thinking, what would happen if the love I marry, would she be able to be my wife completely, while her life also had to need the help of others

"Good, go get some rest, son, just sleep in the room of love" said the mother.

I immediately went into the room of love, and laid my body on a soft mattress.I saw on the love table attached my photo, his photo lara and other photos of love.My hands moved open a diary pink, the favorite color of love.

(I'm sincere if it's good to choose the woman of his mother's choice, even though it makes me feel excluded and hurt very deep, so that makes my mind start to empty, which may be tomorrow, will lose everything)

I read love diary with tears, it turns out love becomes depressed because of the wound of his heart