Loved Brondong
It wasn't easy

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Tonight, I don't know how many tears have been shed. Yasmin's cry disappeared after she fell asleep in her sleep. Every time he remembered Hilman's treatment, Yasmin again grieved, so it continued until late at night. Those tears were wasted if Yasmin still expected the jerk.

On whom else could the woman complain if not to Santi–his only friend. After both of his parents died, Yasmin only had Hilman and Santi as a place to lean. Now that Hilman had betrayed him, a separation was imminent. I don't know what other bad luck Yasmin will get.

Concern, pity, and want to protect, Santi showed from the look of his face. Yasmin's long hair was gently stroked. Now he can shed tears. Santi had tried to restrain himself, as much as possible not to show his sadness in front of Yasmin. He thought that Yasmin would be even more fragile if she cried. Here he is the amplifier, not partaking in the sufferings of his best friend.

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In the morning, Yasmin woke up after her sense of smell inhaled something fragrant. The aroma of cooking is very stinging, so it can arouse appetite. Not with Yasmin.

"Good morning ..," said Santi to Yasmin who approached her to the kitchen.

Yasmin sat at the dinner table, with her eyes still swollen. "Morning, San. What are you cooking?"

"Fried rice .. is special for you," replied Santi. Sometimes he looks back.

There was no spirit in Yasmin's face. "I don't have appetite."

"Cobain first, I guarantee you'll like." Santi forced, he continued to busy his hands shaking the skillet and spatula. Yasmin was silent watching every movement of Santi's body.

Three times the beat of the spatula, indicating the cuisine is ready. "Well, it's done .. yuk, eat." Santi took two dishes and filled them one by one.

The seafood fried rice was in front of Yasmin and in front of her. Santi forces Yasmin to eat, even if only a little.

"Where, good, right?" santi asked after Yasmin bribed a spoonful of rice into her mouth.

"Emm, good." Yasmin's feeble reply signified she didn't enjoy it at all. Not because it was unpleasant, but his mood that made him reluctant.

Santi can understand. He gave a thin smile. The back of Yasmin's hand was held in her hand and gently caressed. Said with the look in his eyes, in order to remain strong and patient. Yasmin also smiled faintly, just by looking at Santi's gaze, she understood the meaning of her best friend.

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My favorite motorcycle, he drives at medium speed. Down the street, to the house that has now become hell for him. Yasmin let out a long sigh when she reached the front of the house. The day had gone by, Yasmin asked permission for a teaching leave today. Rather than the concentration of the students being distracted, because of his chaotic thoughts.

When he walked to the door. He was silent for a moment, seeing the door of his house open wide. Yasmin went back to the back, where she parked her bike. Only then did she realize that her husband's car was still parked in the garage. Hilman also didn't go to the office today. With a heavy heart Yasmin set foot into the house.

"Where have you been!" Hilman suddenly snapped at him when he was just a step inside the house.

Yasmin raised her bowed head. He did it deliberately, so as not to see anything around him. However, Hilman's high voice forced him to raise his face. Yasmin was surprised to see two women sitting on the sofa in her living room. The looks of the two women were uncomfortable. Yasmin was sure that they knew what had happened. His feet again ignored everyone who was looking at him.

"You're ignoring me? my mom and sister are here, Yasmin!" hilman yelled once more because Yasmin didn't care.

Hilman who was standing on the doorway connecting the living room and the living room, suddenly grabbed his hand from behind. Hilman stopped his steps. Yasmin wanted to ignore it, but of course it wasn't easy.

"Please, Mom! It hurts!" pekik Yasmin felt the grip of Hilman's rough hand.

Hilman pulled Yasmin's body up to the sofa. "Sit down!"

Yasmin's body crashed, she moaned in pain. His back clashed violently with the edge of the sofa made of wood.

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