The Destiny Of Love Naughty Woman
Chapters 1. Me and my black
...At the limit of the unrest I stood challenging destiny...
...Night birds howl as if pinching the inner often scream without a backrest...
...My black, my white together...
...Decent, not worthy...
...Quick, inappropriate...
...Still shy in admitting me in the nistapa...
...Like a flower on the side of the road, wild yet sometimes soothing to the eye that is looking...
...Although not infrequently, many pairs of hands that pick vile, then throw it...
...~The Destiny of Love Naughty Woman...
...(.( Destiny love naughty woman)...
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Denotement
BRUK!
In a gloomy, cold and haughty December, a lethargic woman seemed to throw her body on a narrow-sized mattress in a room that was no less narrow, with extreme fatigue in the morning hours.
The woman immediately turned her body and stared at the ceiling blankly. His gaze implied a deep meaning. Sharp and full of anxiety.
" Mommy? You may not have to work that way anymore. Ucups... Ucup does not want Mamak in contempt anymore!"
The words of Joseph or what he used to call Ucup some time ago really made him, distressed, restless and anxious.
The 10-year-old boy, who has been with him for about two years, became the sole encouragement of his life after he separated from two great women who must now be enjoying a better destiny.
" Jonathan is getting married. What, did Denok know?"
The second information that somehow made him plunge into the bottom of the void. The message from Danuja's mother some time ago further eroded her trust.
The man was too unlikely to be said to be a close friend. However, kindness, intense communication, gifts that are often sent, increasingly make Denok dissolve into feelings that he almost never felt again.
Likey feeling.
And yet?
" What do you work for? What university graduate?"
The cynical question that came from the mouth of the woman Hedon who bore the title of the mother of the extraordinary man she knew, immediately destroyed her courage.
It is dirty, dirty and dirty.
Deni Novita, the woman who had been drowning herself in the thick mud of the work of the middle essays arrived at her point of ambiance. To plunge, tear, and destroy the determination of his heart which had previously been a follower of the doctrine I thought.
Moreover, a year ago, it was an event that became a turning point in strengthening himself into a person who does not believe what love is.
Ls it?
I don't know. Perhaps it is he who misrepresents the goodness of a person. Or, his true love may have died with his trust that has also been lost to men.
Coulda.
It's probable.
His trust in love was completely lost when the man who had given him a gold like giving a change was reportedly married to a woman, who "he said" seedlings, bebet and weight were equal.
Huh!
🎶 🎶 Wong ko ngene kok bandingke. Rival-singke, Yo must lose....
The roar of the voice of a typical boy from the eastern country of Java which is viral, becomes a confirmation if a call comes into his phone.
" Lapo cok?" Answer with a lazy face. Answering phone calls from colleagues, as well as the only human who wants to humanize himself.
" Duite wes not transfer. Ojo lali kanko bengi. Target guede Iki. Nyalon sek kono! (White money I transferred. Don't forget, we're going east tonight. The big target. Nyalon used to be you!)"
" safe. Don't want to be, again need this much deposit I . I'm sure the guy's gonna be old tonight, so cool that it's like that!" Definitely chortling.
Life of.
I don't know what the meaning behind that word is. Sometimes he gets tired of his life. However, he was also still not ready if he had to die.
Yeah, that's Denok. Naughty woman, prostitute, night worker. Women who people consider to be trash, useless, undignified, disgusting. But on the other hand, the woman is a manifestation of the helper goddess for a Joseph Srinarendra.
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Joseph
He's an orphan.
Poor, miserable and his life like cotton in the wind. No direction, let alone purpose.
Making friends with the flirtatious dust and the cold of a cynical night was already a common thing he felt every day.
But that was before.
Before he was saved by a woman who for him had become a fairy for his life. A pearl covered in thick mud slime business.
I don't know why God still gives life to him, when he himself doesn't understand what reason to live. Rented by circumstance, also the soft caresses of some impromptu fathers who have thick pockets.
Where are his parents? Why should he exist if only to welcome suffering?
The answer is not to know. From childhood, he lived in an orphanage. However, due to the uncertainty of donors and some problems that he did not understand, he then took to the streets. Wild life with the wind and leaves on the fallen streets.
He still remembers right. Where he was eight knew back then. The time when he was found by a woman who thought he was a wingless angel, although his words often made his mouth monkeyed a few centimeters so bad.
" Spend, tomorrow's thought tomorrow. Don't be afraid to die if we still want to move Cup. Your real school, so Mamak can live a good life later if you can get a real job!"
Mama Denok, as soon as she called him.
He still remembers very well, when the woman who often had to change her hair color carried her limp body on her slender back. Splitting rain like spilled from the sky, and trying to find a shade even though both of them have been equally drenched.
"There's an obscure child!!"
He was jolted from his daydream when a boy from a wealthy family who had just got out of the car seemed to sneer at him.
With a lazy face he went to his class because he could not bear it when it came to his mother.
Silent is gold.
" It's also amazing with this school. Why can we get mixed up with a kid like him. If her mom is like that, what's her kid?"
Kasak kusuk the mothers - the mother who seemed to know who Joseph.
Making Joseph who had a quiet nature, chose to enter the class, with a lump of hope, later he could repay the words of those people with another kindness.
"Your real school, so Mamak can live a good life later if you can get a real job!"
And those words, always fuel to thicken the face in the face of a human mouth that is sometimes sharper than a knife.
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Hello readers, how are you? Hope the news is good. Amens.
In this story, the plot will be a little back and forth huh. Therefore, there will be some flashbacks that tell why Jonathan married another woman.
Not the same as Jojon Mom. How do you keep going?
Hey, don't get upset just yet. Doesn't every human being have their own dynamics?
For those who have followed Mommy, surely know where the direction that Mommy will present.
Open the refrigerator of nemu pudding.
Of course, all will be happy ending.
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Note :
For those who do not know who Danuja, can read Being a Mother for your child. On the Latitude side of the story, you will know who Danuja is.
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