
This afternoon the sun seemed timidly hiding behind a curtain of brownish clouds. It looks like the drizzle will soon come down to wet the dust of the streets of Klaten city and its surroundings. Rais has just returned from a milk sale. Ara seemed to smile when she saw the husband parked the motorbike on the veranda of his house.
"Where's the sale, Bi?" Ask Ara when she says hello to each other.
"Alhamdulillah, there is an order for tomorrow morning 48 bottles, Mi."
"Well, thank you very much, Bi. Oh, ja. Ummi's cooking for Abi. Want to eat right away, or Abi wants to take a shower first." Ask Ara.
"Emh, take a shower first, Mi. It smells bad."
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At the same time, at the Mayra residence precisely in the city of Solo, it appears that the beautiful woman was daydreaming in front of an oval-shaped mirror in the room. His gaze was empty, accompanied by tears that never stopped. His lips still pronounce the name of a man who is now legally owned by someone else.
Mayra is seen opening the drawer of the dresser, taking a pen and diary. Mayra began pouring out a calamity that flashed through her mind.
For Mas Rais.
Maafin Mayra, who deliberately still wants to have Mas Rais. How wicked May is, having thoughts of ruining the household of Mas Rais and Mbak Ara. May apologizes for all the mess that May has done with the small family of Mas Rais. Greetings to Mama Ara. May your household be Samara. aamiin.
Mayra wiped away the torrent of tears streaming down her cheeks. Then, he was stunned again, his gaze focused on the mirror that reflected the image above him. Then Mayra flipped her diary. He started writing back.
Ash, Ummi. You guys are Mayra's best parents. Mayra is proud to have been a part of both of you. Forgive your daughter for not being a child who can trust and be a filial child. May hoped, Abu and Ummi will not bear the shame, after this. Because of Mayra's behavior. Mayra chose this path, because Mayra could no longer live. Maybe true, if the knowledge that Mayra has obtained all this time is not May absorb. Please forgive May to you two. Janga health. Mayra dear Abu and Ummi.
Greetings dear. Mayras.
Mayra closed the diary with a green cover by tucking a ballpoint pen.
The water is starting to dry. Her lips seemed to be drying out as well. He looked at her with the two eyelids that had begun to blacken. Sick? That was what Mayra felt in her heart. Because of his great love for the creature.
Mayra was wrong, wrong. He believes too much in God's creatures. He forgets, if the best place to leave the heart; only Rabbul 'ula, open another. he even forgets, if every creation.His has limitations that end will only be disappointed. Whether it's in the mood or not. Mayra should have realized that.
The broad-robed and hooded girl was seen standing from her seat. It turned out that he had prepared something. Something that even today has no explanation to justify its actions, in any religion as well.
Mayra picked up a long sling bag. Then, he cut the rope. Pretty long, enough to make his throat scream in pain. Blueen and then pass out.
Mayra dangled a rope that she made from a strap bag slempang on the bathroom door, which was located in her room. The girl who was out of her mind locked the door. Take a round chair. Then, he took a standing position in the middle of the rope that had dangled. Put his head on a ring-shaped rope. Shake a little bit of his feet. The angel of death will come to drag him.
Justright. Counting seconds, Mayra closed her eyes, then kicked the round chair as her footstool.he looked in pain, convulsing, with gasping breath. Blood drops appeared out of his nose, his eyes began to glare then glared upwards.The mouth gaping with the tongue sticking out. Mayra died by hanging herself.
The beautiful woman, whose daily life is known as the girl of alim and tawadhuk, is currently dying horribly. In fact, it could be his decision this time will inculcate endless wounds and embarrassment for both parents. In fact, Mayra never thought that far. For him, love is everything. He was blinded by love to make him hang himself.