Loving Women Depression
Bustiness

Don't apologize, I've forgiven. But, what you do is like sticking a nail on a board, even though the nail is loose, dislodged from the punch, still leaving a mark. The board is hollow. If it's patched, it won't look the same." Arini called me-you. Forgot on the call 'Mas'

Demi saw a pair of eyes were pointing at them. Their voices can make others suspicious. He must let Inspiration be near him.

Especially Ilham's youngest uncle. The one since Arini stepped foot in the house of Ilham, still dressed in gray school. Rian has fallen in love with her. Highlighting the eyes from the corner of the door made Arini again hold the hand of Inspiration. Talking so easily as without burden even though only acting solely for the good name of Ronald. Ilham. His heart is like a slit. His old wife is no longer found.

In front of him Arini like a chameleon, other people who often change shape according to the environment. “I love you Arini, then and now. Never to change,” whispered Ilham closer to Arini's ear.

“I love you too, Honey,” reply Arini deliberately a little hard. Inspiration frowned, astonished. He looked around, why did Arini change again.

"Mas, remember! This I do for Mama, not you," Arini whispered softly, realizing that she was saying it so that a man like Rian would not suspect that he and Ilham were divorced.

Arini's sentence just faded the smile that had adorned the face of Ilham when his hands were held back by Arini and said love. An uncomfortable seluet, stop by Arini's soul. His heart was very shredded. He felt so worthless that he was easily ingrained and referred to repeatedly.

On the other hand, the wound is still in love.

Seven years is not a short time. Is Inspiration bored? He never said anything about boredom. Or indeed he wants his own flesh-blooded heart. Arini can't grant all that.

The other side of Arini's heart could not refuse. Some days did not meet Ilham, miss it ever approached very he regretted. Missing that shouldn't exist. Love since a dozen years ago. Amblas instantly only because of demonic incitement. The best couple spirit they had ever achieved in school, shattered to pieces. But love? Does anybody? Are same?

“Why do you say love and be willing to refer if you don't love me anymore, Arini.” Inspiration stared at Arini intensely.

“Because showing ourselves still as a wife protects me from your perverted uncle," replied Arini smiling obliquely.

Ilham gasped. Yes, Arini is right, it is better to show the audience that they are okay.

Rather than having to deal with a depraved human class Rian. Therefore, inevitably Arini agreed to Meli's invitation to ask her to come to this important event.

Because every year Jansen Kamandanu will distribute fifty percent of the company's profits to his children and grandchildren. Despite disapproving and disliking, Meli married Ronald.

Kamandanu still gave Ronald rights as a child.

It was also what made Arini inflamed but did not show to the Penang family. The unexpressed pain. Arini vividly remembers every detail of Lian's story after her divorce with Ilham, that the Kamandanu family owed her cunning debt to their family.

The bottom of Arini's heart, he could no longer describe what really happened to his heart.

There is something common rooted after Lian the uncle tells Arini the story of the treasure and death of Arini's grandfather.

"Just let's refer to Arini, I can't stand it. I miss you," said Ilham still continue to undermine curious.

Is not Arini's view on the computer screen at the boutique, and the cry of his longing signifies that love is still the same. So why change now? Inspiration berdenandika, confused with Arini's attitude that often changes.

He has no idea what happened to his ex-wife.

"Okay Inspiration, I accept your offer, we will re-refer, if everything can be fixed why not! But, full of course you have to wait for me to spend the night, one bed, fight sweat with Burhan," said Arini calmly.

Ilham was silent, Arini was tired of the work of the Ilham family, his heart was not like this, reminiscing about the father who had died. The corporate legacy taken so cunningly by the Kamandanu Jansen family. Everything told by the uncle made Arini launch a calculation plan with her husband's family.

Meli is the only person who loves Arini sincerely.

But things won't get back to normal. Talak three is legitimate even without speech, so sharp as a silhouette stuck. A wound that had healed for years in Arini's heart. For the sake of his love for Inspiration, he set aside the kesumat who had been present.

The deep wounds that were bleeding, battered dry, now evaporated back to fester. The smell shuts off the cell. He hates love.

“Jansen shares company profits for his grandchildren. What he took was the treasure of our father, your grandfather, Arini. Jansen the bad guy.” Sentence after sentence Uncle Lian played in his jungle. The inspiration sitting next to Arini shriveled.

The eyes of the ex-wife were empty. "You daydreaming, Honey?”

“Not that I told you I'd refer. Do not question things you do not need to ask,” said Arini firmly. Inspiration gasps, but able to neutralize the atmosphere, Ilham considers Arini only needs time to calm down.

“Thanks. I will try to make you fall in love many more times. Uh, tonight .. You're so beautiful, baby," woo Ilham again.

"Good night everyone, Grandma and Grandpa are here. Please all calm down." A loud voice pitched arrogantly, clanging from the loudspeakers every far corner was heard. Arini's eyes did not come off scanning sharply. The highlight turns violent. His heart was broken in a mess.

"Prophe Arini, calm down. Make the man beside you confused to return, and willingly do anything for your sake," whispered the corner of the beautiful woman's heart full of vengeance. The coals were getting lit up as two white-haired humans but remained authoritative, climbed onto the oversized seats. Arini's breath is restrained. Attempt to self-neutralize. To not look pain in his chest.

"You're no less handsome than anything, I guess that's why Mira is so fascinated" whispered Arini sarcasm.

"Ofucking!" Ilham was surprised to hear his ex-wife's answer.

"Hm. What's up?" tanya Arini did not move her eyes from the oversized chair.

"Can we not talk about Mira when we meet, I'm just being framed, believe me!"

"Then what should we discuss? the figure of Muhallil impotent? it seems like being the wife of that man is really a brilliant idea from you, because there won't be any women interested, who wants to be with a cold man?"

"I'm sorry."

"For?"

"Everything."

"Slow!"