Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy
Soil-colored

A little bit of land I held

It's not about life

It's about the end of a journey

Why must there be death, Lord?

Or is this a sign that you have?

It's still clear how we're together

Smiles, jokes and laughter

And it ends in a mound

I want to get angry

But to whom?

I want to complain

But no one is capable

Truly, You have created a will so real

Even I cannot avoid it

(Strong Land. By Jenk Kelin)

Violin stared at the pus of the wet earth mound in front of her. He rested in the tomb of the mother.

Today, it has never been as sad and miserable as it is today. His body and mind felt floating.

Is it true that in the ground there is buried the rigid body of the Maharani?

He wanted to force her to wake up, open her eyes and hold her hand.

Although very few memories are engraved with the mother recorded in the heart of Violin. But this sad feeling is hard to contain.

Why does it feel like this is left behind by a mother? It was more painful when Dion divorced her. It's a completely different feeling.

Her eyes twitched because they shed too many tears. Beside Vio, Dion crouched down on one knee.

Even Vio was unaware of her ex-husband's whereabouts.

Right behind him, Pam and Sofia, Juno and Merry and Robert were still faithfully waiting for him.

Also Atmanegara, accompanied by Mahendra and Rion, stood with his hands nailed to his long black pants.

While other mourners have resigned themselves.

Mahendra patted his best friend's shoulder. Atmanegara just looked down at the end of his shoes.

Mahendra knows the hardest hit here is Atmanegara. This guy just looks sluggish keeping his wound.

However Mahendra is a witness to the holy love of Maharani and Atmanegara. Witness how they both got.

Slowly Mahendra guided Atmanegara to leave the funeral. Rion followed and followed the others.

Only Vio and Dion were still stuck to see what was going on at the moment. Trying to convince me that this is not just a dream.

Dion hugged Vio's shoulders slowly as drizzle started coming. Look, as if the universe is accompanying the departure of the Maharani.

Violin looked up at Dion from behind her sunglasses. Even so Dion knew Vio's eyes were swollen like his nose which was already red as a tomato.

Again Violin cried in Dion's arms. This time it was harder. He roared while occasionally hitting Dion's back. Wiped out all his sadness on Dion's boat.

"Cry, after that please." Whisper Dion. His voice was almost lost in the rain. He stroked Violin's head.

Dion guided Violin away from the tomb. Vio can catch a cold if it rains too long.

Dion was still silent, he waited for Violin to be content to see her mother's belly button from afar. Then it got dark, and Dion slowly drove his car away from the TPU.

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Rob is pensive in his bathtub, he deliberately soaks longer. He raised his head while closing his eyes to enjoy the music that he deliberately stell slowly and mendayu follow his current mood.

Sad, disappointed, beaten, mingled into one. I don't know, he was confused to describe his current feelings.

What the hell just happened? He was never this down when his patient died. That's normal, he's not God.

But suddenly when Bu Maharani took his life, Rob felt like a useless doctor. It was as if the array of achievements he had achieved were in vain.

Is it because Maharani is the mother of the woman she likes?

No, no! Rob denied it in his heart.

Maharani was not long ago his patient. The woman was always cheerful, as if she did not feel any significant pain. It was great to tell a beautiful girl.

Even at the last moment, his wish was just to see Violin.

Still clear in Rob's memory, when Vio entered his mother's room in a panic, Maharani's life was already in the throat. At that time Rob who should have raised his hand resignedly, but he was still trying to try his best. I hope the miracle comes.

Vio hugged his mother tightly. With tears in his eyes, he apologized for everything he had done wrong. Maharani could still nod weakly despite his great difficulty. Then he smiled holding the hand of Violin and Atmanegara. And closed his eyes forever, accompanied by lafadz, which Atmanegara whispered in his wife's ear.

Oh my...

Rob rubbed his head with an air shower. Then the shadow of a tall and handsome man standing beside Violin disturbed his mind.

Yes, he is Dion Mahendra. Violin's ex-husband.

The beautiful Paras Dion, his calm and dignified character.

Why they look so good. As if everything in them is very fitting if juxtaposed.

Rob added insecure. Slowly he buried his head in the bathtub.

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Juno took off her black shirt and threw her on the bed. Featuring perfectly formed abdominal and chest muscles. He approached Lina who was stuck in front of the dresser. Lina's face looked sad.

When he came home from the funeral, he was silent. Lina who usually does not stop babbling, now just stuck to settle the reflection of her vow on the dresser mirror. His eyes glare.

Juno hugged the woman from behind.

"Hey, there's still tomorrow, baby. Don't be sad." Juno's whisper was soft. He kissed Lina's temple.

Lina glanced at Juno through the glass, "Maksute opo Mas? Vio's mom can live again tomorrow?" tanyanya polo's.

Juno grimaced with anxiety, "Our marriage."

"Owh, I didn't think of it. I feel sorry for Vio." Lina's eyes twitched witfully. He said he was sorry but made a big smile on his face.

"Can't you please don't flirt?" Juno pinched Lina's cheek.

"I'm not flirting with you." Lina protest.

"Here you go, take a bath." Juno passes Lina's blouse up through the head.

"Mas!" Lina's reflexes covered her chest with her hands. His eyes bulged, making Juno chuckle.

"Ngapain closed? I've looked all the way inside." Juno Temptation. Lina's face flushed. It looks clumsy.

Juno took off her original trousers, then carried Lina into the bathroom.

Lina's shriek and her crisp voice ranting indistinctly. Then a moment later silent, only the sound of lashing and d3sah4n beat the sound of the sound of the sound of the air shower falling to the floor.

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