Pursuing Love Sexy Wife
I'm giving up, God!

Desy's feet slammed into the floor. When Abraham saw her, he took her away from there. He looked at the husband's bloody back with a look of hate. It hurt her to see the man who was her husband do this cruel thing.

His struggle during this time was futile, culminating in betrayal. He never thought one-sided love would hurt this much.

His liver injury.

Bloody hand.

Crumple his soul.

Tarnished sincerity.

He leaned his back against the wall of the hotel room. Crying as much as you want, roaring like a fool.

In the end, the anger that he had been suppressing came out as well. To his heart, O Lord .. O Lord .. Why is this sick? Crying alone, holding tightness in the heart is very painful.

Desy hit his chest which felt tight. The girl hurt herself. In the end, the struggle he had been doing all this time had been in vain.

"Akkk .. hiks .. Oh my God, it hurts so much! Aaa ... Why do I have to be this sick?! I hate my situation now, God. I hate this love, I hate him, God?! Akkk ... What should I do now, Lord?"

The crying girl lamented her wounds alone. Lonely and silent friends, in the midst of the silence of the night. She cried without anyone accompanying her.

Injured? Sure.

Sick? Sure hurts.

Just imagine how hard Desy struggled, fighting for their marriage to survive. Trying to be what her husband wants her to be.

"Lord, I'm tired! Hix ... tired, Lord. Tired!! Akkk .. I love him, love everything he has. The food he likes, I like it too. Favorite place, I like it too. To the extent that he made mistakes over and over again I closed my eyes, because my love for him was so great, Lord."

"But why God? Why didn't he see me just once? Why was it that in her eyes and heart was just another woman? In fact, I am more entitled than any woman to have her soul and body, because I am his wife, God."

"Akkk .. Mommy, Daddy. I'm sick! My chest's tight!"

Desy was unable to endure the pain in her heart anymore. He's hurt! Please, whoever help him!

The rain was pouring down on what was in the city. It was as if the sky understood what Desy was feeling.

Five months left without telling me, and then when we met the night became like this? Isn't that unfair to Desy?

Akkk .. Desy shouted loudly. He hit the marble floor in his room. He prostrated himself and banged his head on the floor bleeding to the ground without caring.

His physical injuries were nothing more than pain in his heart.

"Mommy, Daddy. Sick .. He's evil, Daddy! Abra, nasty!"

Desy repeatedly called and her father. He could not help feeling sad alone.

Laugh in front of her husband and cry alone.

Everything was fine, in fact his heart was wounded.

Pretending to be cheerful, even though his heart is filled with sorrow.

In the end a love story clapping one hand can never sound a sound.

Still, quiet with no sound.

One hand remained hovering in the air wishing there was another hand grasping it.

One-sided love will never win.

What do poets say? If you love someone, let them go. When he comes back, he's your soul mate.

So, what if he comes back when this love is gone?

Can't answer that, can you?

"I lost ... I lost .. hiks .. I lost!" Desy laid her body on the floor. He looked at the ceiling of the hotel room.

Letting her tears flow without her holding back. He is alone at the moment! No one else saw himself crying.

There is only God and Himself.

"I give up, Lord," he quietly almost without a sound.

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