Please, Love Me
Cursed Messages

After thinking long enough, Fitri finally sighed resignedly.

Hendri is still a patient, let him get enough rest first.

Fitri slowly crouched down and grabbed both of the man's shoulders, shoulders that looked so firm, but were instead so weak at the moment.

"Already, Mas. Get up first" he said, trying as hard as he could to get the man back on his feet.

"Do you forgive me?" asked Hendri once again with a fixed restraint his body did not want to get up immediately.

"Forget it." Fitri shook his head weakly, not wanting to argue anymore.

"I'll stay like this before you forgive me." Still stubbornly this man continued to urge Fitri to answer his question earlier.

"Yes, God, why is he so stubborn?" batin Fitri, while grunting languidly.

"Yes, I forgive you, can you get up now?" The real short-sightedness contradicted his heart, why was he always unable to be firm? Why do you always give up on everything? I don't know, even he himself doesn't understand his own disposition. He really looks so naive now, after getting angry at the man, then forgives easily.

Hendri immediately got up quickly, looking so excited after hearing Fitri's remarks.

"Thank you."

Fitri nodded thinly with a wry smile. "Go back to your place, I'll be out for a minute."

Not even a chance to turn around, the man again caught his wrist, making Fitri pursed his forehead instantly. What else does this guy want? Her thought.

"On the matter of the two of us, would you agree if I re-edited you as my wife?" hendri asked hesitantly, fearing that Fitri would reject him.

Arriving at the outside door, Fitri held his chest, tight as well as pounding, all mixed until it was difficult to be calm.

"What the fuck? What really happened to my life? What have I done?" his murmuring was not over thought of what had happened.

"Lord, you are always with me, please show your despicable and sinful servant a bright path so that those around me are not burdened," he said in prayer, close your eyes with your back against the wall.

Fitri just hope, he can control his heart so that no longer hold grudges on anyone, even if one day God predestined himself to be back with Hendri, he believes all that is the best, he said, but if not, he hopes God will distance the two of them so as not to continue to be reunited so as not to cause feelings of anger and annoyance about what had happened in the past when they were still together.

Before long, the eyes that were still closed were opened again when he felt the vibration of his phone.

One text message is plastered on the front screen, from an unknown number.

(Don't expect to get Hendri, you cheesy! I can't believe that you never gave your body to your bastard stepfather.)

The deg!

A sentence that truly tore his heart and soul apart, who had dared to send him that cursed message?

Fitri's face immediately looked so pale, his body trembled, a flash of memory reverberated in his mind.

"No, that's not true, I'm not that kind of woman." Fitri continued to shake his head covering both ears not wanting to remember the events that scared him day and night.

"Please don't say that!" His heart kept trying to rebel, until his feet could not stand balanced, he was like a madman who was crying uncontrollably, squatting on the corner of the wall not wanting to hear the slightest sound.