Santet's Post From The Ex
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That afternoon Ardi told me about Yuni.

Without a doubt Ardi praised him. Seen from all the stories Ardi only tells the good of Yuni. Not like me. that's so simple from grooming to even finances.

Although I am modest in finances, I do not hesitate to use my money when we eat out.

I never asked Ardi for anything when we were dating. Even my motorbike that is always in use I allow it to be carried.

Beautiful girl with wide hijab, devout with religion, friendly, smart and polite. Yuni deserves it easy and has got the blessing of her parents. Logically parents who are looking for a life partner for their children, will definitely choose Yuni.

his son's life will advance in the future if with Yuni that's the outline of Yuni that Ardi told me. And if I'm with him, his son will live a hard life because I don't have any potential according to them.

It was one of the matre in-laws I should avoid.

Although Yuni comes from the village, she is a talented and intelligent person.

From the village go to the city to work and at the workplace Yuni one Departemnt with Ardi. Because there is an increase in the quality of employees at Yuni hotels, they also get scholarships from hotel owners to continue their S1 education in hospitality in Jakarta. For approximately three years.And from there began Ardi and Yuni LDR'an.

My heart raged sick hearing the confession from Ardi. She was so proud of Yuni but she herself was pretending to shed tears. Where there may be men who reject women who are so content. I saw Ardi shed tears because he admitted to choosing me instead of Yuni. But her parents require her to be together with Yuni.

I thought it was all a lie, because all this time he's been lying to me.

The honesty that Ardi said made me very sick, because without being said I was just an outlet of love from Ardi.

So my courtship status is only to accompany her.waiting for her boyfriend Yuni who is in the middle of LDR'an to come back.

Ardi cried apologizing to me at that moment. People say the tears are pure but not for me. I became the third person among them and it was a mistake.

And that cry was because he was entangled over his own game.

I chose to leave this relationship and decided to leave Ardi. Even though Ardi would persuade his parents to approve our relationship. It was just stalling for me so that I would take longer to keep her alone time company.

With my stubbornness. I don't want to be persuaded by Ardi to be made second. Or even the first.

her actions were very detrimental to me and hearing her who was so flattering Yuni.

what am I doing here. Later I will only be made a comparison if he does not like one of my properties.

I asked Ardi how Yuni got to know her parents and why I wasn't introduced.

It turns out that Ardi once tied a promise to Yuni. That he was seriously in a relationship with Yuni. And Ardi gave Yuni's phone number to her parents. And Yuni's on Ardi's parents' phone to convince him of that.

hearing the story, I chose to leave Ardi. Because my principle is that once a man cheats, there will be a second and a third. And I don't want to torture myself.

I also went from Ardi's life and From there the beginning of my life changed.

I became a quiet person, I thought a lot and people saw me as daydreaming and in a daze. All I thought about at that time was Ardi and Ardi.

Ardi suddenly risegn and moved out of town. And I continued my life as a student. But strangely my mind, my emotions and delusions were always fixed on Ardi no matter what I did Ardi's shadow always appeared. And I cried myself a lot because I remembered Ardi.

Fear without cause. One month of Ardi's confession to Yuli really took me by storm I will always remember that and make me sure I won't see Ardi again no matter what.

The change was made by my parents. When questioning Ardi who never visited home again. I replied that our relationship was over. My mother was silent and looked at the changes that were happening to me, my body was getting thinner, my face was no longer excited and even my parents often caught me while daydreaming.

I don't know what happened to me myself. Do I love Ardi so much that there are only shadows and thoughts about him. I was confused and confused at the time. I bring night prayers and remembrance and I always cry in the middle of my prayers. I really touched on what happened to me, I just asked God for guidance, God is the only place I pour out my emotions and that's the only way I can do it.

Busyness will make me forget Ardi that's what I think. I began to do a lot of busyness on campus and participated in being a woman for the sports competition of journalists held in my city. Entertaining guests from west Sumatra kept me quite busy but the thought of Ardi still haunted me.

I always use my logic when I remember Ardi. What he did hurt me enough and his words always mocked my parents' work. Makes me sure not to look for him and meet him.

Sometimes my logic breaks when Ardi's wishes and shadows always appear before me. Even when I was asleep I always had nightmares. It was as if I was confused to be in front of a large house that had a fairly high iron fence with a dark and quiet atmosphere. Sometimes I dream of being pitied by the figure of grandparents who cry when they look at me and I am always confused when similar dreams always come. In my heart I always pray for guidance from God. What really happened to me.

The dreams come every night, even when I fall asleep. Like a clue I don't understand.

If only I could think back then I might have thought about it. But the truth is no, I can only reflect on my fate. Without being able to act.

My days go by like a sick person, whenever and wherever I can cry when I remember Ardi.

Even so not strong with a sense of kangen and longing for him I always pass by in front of his old rented house.

Just wanted to see himself at the door, I thought.

Sometimes when I realize the events that have happened, I strengthen myself that here I am a victim and I pray that Ardi will get a reply for his actions.

In my prayers I always ask "what is wrong with me!" why do I always remember Ardi that I cried because of the kangen that never came.

"Why, why, and why am I. " Think Santy.

Every prostration at the end of my prayer I cried, asking God for help. So weak and helpless I have been all this time.