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Touched

"You've come? How are you today?" tanyakanya.

He asked me how I was?

Of course when he asked like that, at that moment also this feeling in my heart grew more and more flowery. How not, the first time she asked was how I was doing. Of course I feel overwhelmed by that question. Because the man who had been my husband never asked. He insulted me with his words. As if I had no price.

"Have finished selling himself? How many?"

Those hurtful words came back to my mind. Just making me sad again. Why should anyone else be paying attention to me? Why not my own husband? Am I destined to live in this world only to be hurt?

"Lala?"

Vino realized that I was getting sad. He walked quickly towards me and saw my face. I also felt sad in front of him. I dare not look at it, ashamed of what happened to me. I feel like he's too good for me.

"Lala, what happened to you?"

He asked her while trying to hold this face. I couldn't take it anymore either. I can't lie to my own heart if I need her affection. I immediately embraced it too.

"Sir Vino ...."

At that time I was trying to bring out the negative energy that was crammed into my mind. I wept. Yes, I cried in the arms of a man who was not my husband. I can no longer endure this sadness. I was sad, hurt and depressed by the reality. Why didn't what I expected become real? Even the person I ignored gave me everything? Wh why? Wh why?

"Mirror ...."

"Lala, what happened to you?"

Slowly I felt Vino's hand move. But not to return my arms, but to hold these arms and distance myself. At that time I also realized that Vino was a good man. Not like the crazy guy I live with. Vino also looked at my face.

His black eyeballs moved to make sure I was. At that time I wanted to say if I wanted to give myself to him. But is it worth it to someone who is not my husband? This is in violation of existing norms.

"Sister Vino, why are you being so kind to me?" ask me with this sobbing I'm trying to hold.

Vino swallowed his saliva. He seemed to be watching me without saying a word either. In the end I looked down embarrassed at not getting a proper reply from him. Vino still limited himself to me. And I gave myself up to him, though not openly. And then he finally rubbed my head.

"We're talking ya."

He invited me to sit down in the cafe chair. Which is where the big umbrella protects the surroundings from the heat of the sun this afternoon. I also obey him. I tried to wipe my own tears. Vino smiled at me. He then pinched my cheek softly. I don't know why I feel so spoiled by him.

Brother Vino, may I say that you are the man I need?

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...Vino...