Santet's Post From The Ex
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My parents were very concerned about my condition which constantly looked gloomy and dreamy. My physical condition also worsened my weight which continued to fall like a bone wrapped in skin. There was no day without daydreaming and sorrow, the shadow of Ardi that always appeared before me.

My parents knew it was probably because of a breakup, because Ardi was my first boyfriend and the man I introduced to my mom.

All the shadows about Ardi made me seem crazy and want to pursue it, but with strong enough faith I always pray to God. I always feel relieved when reading alphatihah surah, anas, kulhuwallah, and surah yasin.

I always say to calm this heart and mind.

I also always feel less fit limp and not excited so I have a prolonged menstruation and according to the doctor it was due to me too stressed.

My shadow and Ardi's face are always in my eyes. And my night's sleep is always unsettled.

The ease and often fatigue made me used to spending the whole day just to sleep in the room. What else in the magrib time leading up to isya my head is like a light spin. But strangely when people finish their prayers my head goes away by itself and it happens every night.

Once at night around 11pm my parents had not slept they were busy preparing merchandise. I vaguely heard their conversations about myself that were often daydreaming and sad. Because of this unfulfilled love.

Because someone used to tell me and said I have the characteristics of being hurt by love. And my mama was adrift of the prophecy.

in my heart I'm not really in love with Ardi,

Sunday morning I'm with my neighbor Evi planning to head for the week. Evi my next door neighbor is my best friend. We travel together everywhere.

About 20 minutes drive to get there. Because the market is only held once a week maybe that makes the market very crowded overcrowded shopping malls on Sunday. So crowded of people, I was negligent with my luggage and at that time my HP was pickpocketed by people, When we were busy with our chosen items that wanted to be purchased so that we forgot to be careful.

Evi who I told me that my phone was missing was immediately confused when he found out, by trying to trace the path we had passed, by trying to trace the path we had passed, because we hope that the phone falls and there are people who turn it back, we continue to circulate in the market. Our vain hopes of an hour of searching did not yield any results, and we decided to go home.

Because of that incident, Evi felt guilty because she invited me to go to the morning market, but the rice has become porridge and not always the cloudy sun will rain. That's what I thought there would be good things after this.

In the afternoon Evi invites me to go without knowing where the destination is, I just come along. it turns out Evi brought me to the house of her acquaintances who are often in the subutnya "mamah" Evi's adoptive parents.

With a very comfortable home atmosphere, many trees add a sense of calm, cool and peaceful. Want his taste to stay linger in the house mamah. Neighbor's house isn't too close. Like being in the village, far from the noise of vehicles, Rumah mamah is far away at the end of a narrow alley so it is very rare for a motorbike to pass. When I got there I was quiet because I did not know him, I just followed Evi and sat next to him.

I was watching my surroundings. I saw a lot of pictures of little children, maybe it was a picture of a grandson of Mamah or maybe his son. Mamah herself was a widow, living alone in her home, her children all married and living each.

As a parent who lives alone in his house, my mother was happy when Evi and I visited

Mamah told me a lot with Evi and let me sit alone on the sofa.