The Sins of Marriage in London
MOSAIC 20 DIVIDED INTO TWO (2)

𝘾𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙖 𝙞𝙩𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙞 𝙗𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙖, 𝙬𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙪 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙞𝙠𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙚𝙧𝙝𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞. 𝙂𝙚𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙣 𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙨𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙖.

_𝙪𝙣𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙣

Clouds hang in a cloud over the horizon, the moon that once illuminated is now covered with cotton lumps that carry the message will soon rain.

A drop of water washed down the entire city, accompanying Syha who sat sweetly in the corner of the cafe. His face expression was clad in agitation, glaring at the atmosphere around him with a blank look.

Live music performance enlivened the atmosphere of the cafe, a singer humming several albums on stage, mellow accompanied by a fondness.remembering his memories during school, after selling fish during the day, and the, he works part time at a cafe.

"When I want to have fun at the bar today" said the woman, sipping a cup of coffee, Syha almost entered the forbidden area. Fortunately he realized when he accidentally reflected on the glass along the road that showed his stomach is quite prominent. If only she wasn't pregnant.

"We will give customers the opportunity to perform on this stage" Syha narrowed her eyes as she may occasionally be obliged to provide self-entertainment from her fellow women's infighting. Pressure is not good for the health of the fetus.

Syha rubbed her stomach gently "son, would you like to hear me play an instrument?" Ask while smiling thinly, is not the age of the womb at this time the baby must be accustomed to continue to talk and listen to music.

His steps up the base of the stairs and looking at a violin not far from the distance stood "Can I play the violin here?"

The music band nodded, allowing,

After getting the approval he grabbed the object, opened the box and got an object that he missed so much a few years ago.

A moment before long, the two familiar-looking men stood right at the entrance of the cafe. Look around to find a woman.

"Wife sir Alon once had the skill to disappear, he studied with whom? Can I have a watzupp?" Adam's words were not responded by Alon, his superior was stunned to see his wife standing firmly with an alluring charm, holding the violin and bow in his right hand.

There the woman placed the violin on the shoulder and asked the instrument to speak, "memoire." Whisperers

The body that rises, visible from the breath. The slightly noisy atmosphere was now silent without a sound, along with the bow rubbing against the strings.

The dim atmosphere with the darkness of the movement of the floodlight focuses on a figure of air that creates a flow that culminates with tension.

"N. Paganini," cetus Alon interrupted his admiration.

Adam replies with the mangosteen "do you from where sir?"

"The instruments that brought us together in the past."

A moment reminds Alon of his meeting with Rashanda.

❁

"Say he's the outcast son of a businessman," one student sneered softly and Alon could still listen to them from the back seat.

"Children of prostitutes, so it is not considered," continued his friend.

Alon was indifferent to the gossip he had just heard, interfering in the affairs of others would not give any advantage.

Had it not been for Zein urging him to come here, Alon would have enjoyed playing billiards in the mansion. Very good friend of his instigated himself even though he did not want to come.

"I heard her violinist is prettier than the Kelly you love," said Zein, teasing Alon with a giggling face.

"What are you talking about?" Alon nudged the bongsor man's body with his arms folded. "Why do you guys keep me engaged to Kelly?"

"You fit in anyway" Zein replied with a laugh "you see Kelly harboring feelings for you, so sorry you don't even want to tell her."

Before long there was a cheering pat, a woman with a flower clasp tucking a piece from her long hair, a white tenue dress dragging the floor bearing witness to every stroke of her steps.

For the first time Alon could not take his eyes off a foreign woman who was busy toying with her fingers and bow on the strings. His heart was turbulent irregularly as the woman continued to paddle his arm.

Without looking at the other person, Alon asked "Who is the violinist's name?"

Zein glanced at the glance of "Rashanda Moon," the man replied.

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The continuous period of time accelerated his hand play, the sweat droplets falling. The melody that continues to glaze, is a matchless pleasure.

As it approached the cover, its bow surfed in a gray. The locked feeling is now open with an overflow of satisfaction.

His roaring breath was decapitated, thunderous claps greeted him with excitement. What an amazing appearance.

Her expression changed momentarily to find her husband standing up by folding his chest, staring at her swooping sharply. Uh! He had only remembered a moment ago that he had just cursed the man violently.

A man in a formal suit clustered towards the stage. Without stale, the clasping of the arms raised and placed the tiny body on his gallant shoulders.

"Hey put me down!" Rebellious the woman patted this plontos man roughly,

Is tonight gonna be over? He is not ready if Alon changes his mind to exchange the ransom for iron bars.