My Beloved Perjaka
Collapsed once in a while

Within me, something sighed tired as my hands continued to stroke the face of this old woman to do the treatment. From facial treatment, mascara and botox injections. His honorable looks calm even though I do not like him anymore—dia also certainly—ia even ask for stretching in the legs and hands. Complete is my suffering now, my chest feels thundered pain because it seems to make me a slave who must submit to him.

I turned to wash my hands in the sink. I was alone in my room because Mrs Elma said we needed some privacy as we passed through the shining bright like diamond corridor, even in the heart of Bella's extravagant electricity, she said, but for the sake of the beauty of space and the sweet impression of elegance, the glittering corridor lingers during the day and dies completely at night.

Sighing tired. I prepared the equipment for Botox injections after I had finished making the face and skin of the hands and feet smooth and slim. True spend deeply for expensive treatment will not be in vain for Mrs Elma. Her sixty-seven-year-old skin still looks smooth, at least slightly reducing the premature aging that occurs.

"Sorry mom, it's a little sore." I was about to give him a shot of botox on his forehead, but suddenly this honorable man opened his eyes.

"Are you sure you don't love Narendra anymore, Bella?"

My mouth does not call myself still in love with her child directly with the woman who gave birth, but I am not a hypocrite. My heart says I still love Narendra— papi I'm trying to wash it slowly in the hope that I forget, hopefully I can, I have to let go of the taste as well as possible.

I wet my lips before speaking.

"I should still love Narendra's papi mama, I loved her wholeheartedly first. But now, for what?" I sighed, this injection in my hand felt like I wanted to immediately put it in his skin and it was done. Run, this annoying old woman who really wants to make me angry is smiling mockingly.

"For what, obviously not for nothing, no,

Bellas. Loss is also a waste of time, it's good that you get divorced. Mama's happy you finally separated, when it's been a long time mama told him." he said like removing can be deadly from his mouth.

Hugged me mama, hugged me papa. How wicked this woman was to me that my hands clenched. It was very desirable for me to slap this devilish smooth cheek in front of me. He prayed for his son's broken home and the prayer was answered. No matter how hard I try to endure, mother's prayer is stronger than my prayer.

I smiled even though my look had now turned violent. This woman was too haughty and increasingly haughty when removing the hair bandana and dumping it deliberately onto the floor.

I bent my knees and grabbed him. A little sigh I exhaled to keep my emotions awake. I stood up, with my chest tight I pressed the pedal of the trash can. I threw away this hair bandana and shook my hand.

"Be calm to her Bella." My inner self looked at her face hard.

"Indeed it should be so mama, the former will definitely be wasted or thrown away, and replace the new. Is that the classic pattern?" My eyes narrowed.

Elma's plump, diamond-ringed clothesline carefully fixed her hair until the bob haircut framed her thin-looking face.

"Your mama's not a botox injection?" my question is to make sure because this woman got out of the patient's bed while wagging her hair. He slipped one by one foot into flatshoes with a five centimeter high right of know.

"Not so, after you think about it, the feeling of Botox injections here is less convincing." Madame Elma breezed out after topping her bag that had to be guarded like a child herself.

"Open the door, Bella." she cried coldly.

"Of course." I stepped with elegance still awake even though my feet felt very eager to glide the tackle of his feet. Huh, I'm emotional. I pull the stainless doorknob patiently until it is wide open.

I smiled and saluted him. "Please go home with caution to your former mother-in-law, thank you for taking the time to come to Ellisa Skin and Aesthetic Clinic. I'm so honored to have served you." my lie is as smooth as my mouth is lubricant.

"Former mother-in-law, ah you're Bella. I'd love to call you a dream ex-mantu. But unfortunately." Lady Elma poked her lips while continuing to look at my stomach. There was something in his observation that seemed to be thinking hard.

"Nonsense huh?" I giggled, I couldn't underestimate her gaze, and making her as thought was my goal let her think I realized, "sorry, my mama is not my dream ghost, but it's over. Mama can find a new dream ghost."

Trouble I tried not to make a hoarse voice, my throat choked.

"Without you telling me to, I will definitely find another mate for Narendra, Bella. Good bye, just wait for the invitation!" Madame Elma pulled a gold zipper on her tote bag, quickly without me predicting a rupiah to invade my face and chest.

I gasp. The hundred thousand shards floated in the air and then fell on the floor, scattered everywhere.

"Stay away from Narendra and never expect to be able to refer to him again even though you still he lives Bella, you understand!" mrs Elma snapped while pushing one shoulder, "If that happens I will not be willing to bless you at all!" he nodded with a cynical tone. He turned around and snapped his shoes echoing in the hallway shining bright like diamond.

Some curious people looked at him for a moment. I nodded while breathing. It feels like my body is tired again because of the presence of the beautiful grandmother. I was even given tips of two million rupiah.

I swear, for the sake of all the beauty of Cleopatra who wants to refer again to be part of the Wicaksono Hardian Putro Bakrie family. I also don't want to time. I wanted to run from the shadows of my past quickly. It was enough that I was destroyed and humiliated in my own domain. My chest is like a hammer and a nail. Papa's sick.