PASSION OF MY WIFE'S FRIEND
Debates

Aruna dropped herself over the living room sofa. Not only is his body tired, his mind is also.

Five years is not a short time to sail a household ark. Already, happy, he went through with Abian.

He married Abian because of a previous relationship. Not because of arranged marriage, forced marriage, or being a substitute bride. But unfortunately, his love story ended tragically due to the presence of a friend of his own.

Aruna really regretted having been rash and too trusting of Ziva. Who would have thought, the person he considered the best was able to betray him. It is like helping a dog, which has been helped even back to bite.

But Aruna was sure, her wound would definitely heal by itself. It's just a matter of time. And he hoped not to be drawn into that valley of sorrow.

"Hufffttt ..." Aruna exhaled while rubbing her face.

"I cannot lose to the situation. I cannot be weak. There are still good and dear people around me."

"For Elona's sake, I must be upbeat."

Aruna was trying to convince herself. That he could stand on his own feet.

Elsewhere, a homeless woman is sitting on the shoulder of the road. There was a plastic glass of used drinks next to him, which he made a container of money if anyone passed by.

"Oh my goodness, why is the money not yet collected. I'm so hungry" he lamented.

He grimaced with hunger. Some days he had to eat the food he got from the garbage can. Which of course is former people and not infrequently there are also those who have gone stale.

"My fate, indeed. Not to be a model, instead to be a gem," he hissed.

Yeah, who else would he be if not Ziva.

Ziva bent his knees and buried his head between the knees. Suddenly the sound of the car stopped right in front of him. He did not really care about the car, at least it was a car that happened to stop.

Two men each raised Ziva's hand to get up from his seat. The woman was surprised by what the two men were doing.

"What's this?" exclaim Ziva with confusion.

The two men did not explain anything, they dragged him into the car where there were some homeless people there.

Both of Ziva's eyes were rounded, it seemed like these two men dragging him were an officer securing a place from the vagabond.

"Take me off! I'm not a bum. I'm still sane! Unhand me!" exclaim Ziva with a struggling body.

The two men did not care about it, they kept putting themselves in the car to join the others.

"No, no, no. I don't want to be with them, I'm still sane! Please release!"

Ziva rebelled and tried to escape, but his strength was not as great as the two officers who were large bodies.

"No need to fear, we will take you to a decent place" said one of the two men.

"No, no. I don't want to. Let me go, I don't want to go with you guys."

The two men kept on entering Ziva and combining him with the other tramp. After that the car was returned to the field to look for other bums.

Ziva is very scared, because the other homeless people are not people who are still sane like him. Except for the person with a slightly disturbed soul.

"Why is my life like this, anyway?" hisses.

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