
Spending time with the people we love is truly a joy.
Talking a lot about the past and the future seems to be an obligation to be told.
Mas Sandy was so enthusiastic when she told how she was raised by her parents.
With love and wealth.
It's just that Sandy said, he regretted not having a sibling.For him to be an only child is very sad.
"Mas Sandy doesn't have any close friends?"
I looked for an opportunity to ask about it and I was finally able to do it.
"There was. Once upon a time,"
Mas Sandy who sat leaning on my shoulder looked dreamy long enough to continue the sentence again.
"I think, actually no one really wants to be our friend" he added.
"Why?" I looked slowly at him.
"Color not everyone likes us sincerely, they all just pretend.they have a lot of masks on their faces. an instant can be very good but a second later he's also the one who stabbed us with his sharp dagger."
Sandy's voice sounded very serious.he seemed to hold the anger.Maybe they fought so hard to leave the anger that is difficult to disappear.
"Did you guys fight? Or Sandy's in a lie?" selorohku plain.
Mas Sandy looked up at me fixed. both hands were coiled on my waist and then tightened his arms.
"Can we just talk about something else?" lazy door.
Discussing painful massalu is very difficult, and it seems Sandy did not want to remember it again.
"Does Eyebrow tea have any friends?"
tanyanya.
"It's just that we're busy working, so we don't have much time to meet." I obviously remember the figure of my best friend Rahma.
"Who? is he a boy or a girl?" as if I didn't want to if I had a male friend.
"Of course women!" hissing
Sandy smiled.
"Good.at least I wouldn't be fighting over your best friend if she was a girl."
"Are Sandy jealous? even if I pay attention to my own best friend?" I looked at his curious face.
"I would be crazy if I was jealous. Eyebrow tea don't try to do it!"
The words that sounded like a threat actually made me sing a smile.
"I'm not a fool who dares to wake a sleeping tiger."
Mas Sandy chuckles triumphantly.he understands very well if I will not until the heart does what makes him disappointed.
"I've told you a lot.does Alis tea not want to share the same thing with me?" her door.
"There's not much I can tell you. Most of my memories have faded," I obviously don't want to be long.
"Did Eyebrow tea get hurt so much? to the extent that the Eyebrow tea doesn't want to recall the past?!"
"Maybe Karna got used to it. All the pain I felt was like the wind was blowing. I could no longer feel pain or disappointment. I also don't know why I can have such a hard heart." I smiled bitterly recalling how I went through those dark times.
"How about Andi? was he treated the same?" tanyakanya.
The question sounded painful to me. I worked my eyes slowly, looking up at the ceiling of the room to draw back my tears
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All mistakes start on a gripping night. A year of my marriage with Rizal mas in fact did not produce results.although at first he chased me like a young man who was crazy about his lover.
Mas Rizal loves his own world more.gambling and drunkenness has become a habit that can not be left behind.In fact I often quarrel because he always came home in a mess because of drunkenness.
At exactly 11 pm I opened the door. After several times Rizal knocked on it violently.
It feels bad if I have to see him come home drunk again.
I opened the door slowly, and sure enough, Rizal's mom sat leaning on the side of the door. His shoes were dirty and his clothes were very stinky with alcohol.
"Drunk again? why not go on the market? or nginep at the Bar?" grunting.
"Whispering!!! make me dinner. I'm hungry!" his orders while trying to stand with all his might.
I stared at his face fierce.It was late at night, if I laden him with emotion then the whole neighbor would scatter out like the night before. I've been quite embarrassed by Rizal's behavior.
I walked slowly towards the kitchen and ignored him.I brought him a plate of rice and made him fried rice.
The life that is all short makes the condition of our household more messy.
I heard Mas Rizal went into the bathroom. It's good if he takes a shower soon.Hopefully the alcohol in his body will soon disappear. But as usual, he just went to the bathroom to spit out his entrails.
I'm used to it. I put a small towel on the chair.
Before long Mas Rizal came out of the bathroom bare-chested.
"Why don't you take a shower?!" I looked at him cynically.
Mas Rizal did not answer and just walked over to me. His eyes look at me sharp. His smile looks very terrible.I never even saw Rizal behaving like this.
"What do you want?" I panicked as Mas Rizal got closer.
I know that I'm his legal wife, and we've been married for almost a year, but no one ever knows if I haven't had sex with him. We even sleep in separate rooms. I was too scared to spend the night with him as a couple.
"Mass!!!" I screamed in shock as her burly body pulled and hugged me.
"Alis.we are husband and wife.don't panic!" the whisper was right in my ear.
"Let go! off!" I broke out and tried to let go of his embrace. But the stronger I tried to fight, the greater the strength when I hugged.
Mas Rizal pushed my body to the side of the stove, making all the rice I was cooking fall to the floor. but her Binal lust was so domineering that her common sense was no longer thinking about safety.she pushed me roughly. showering me with disgusting kisses.
I cried, screamed and tried to fight as much as I could. I even scratched his back. But the demon had penetrated into his body so that he was completely flabbergasted and unstoppable.
The night ended with my body being torn apart. My tears were dry with the rest of my voice. I curled up on the side of the bed.My room looked messy and some things broke on the floor. I cried. screamed in silence. I saw Rizal rise from the bed after releasing his cursed desire.he walked limp and fell asleep in the living room.
I wipe my tears slowly. Like this is a wedding? even I did not feel the sacred sentence he said first.The treatment was rude like an animal. His behavior was haughty and ignorant towards me.
I dare not complain all the pressure I experienced during marriage.My parents could have been very sick if they knew everything.
That night I couldn't even close my eyes. My whole body hurt. Even my wrist was seen bleeding because it was scratched by a sharp object that came from nowhere.
My chastity that I have been guarding all this time is broken in my own husband's hands. But that's not what I cry about, but his savage treatment that can't be gentle with me. Even if he realizes, I'm his wife.his rightful wife.does he not pity me? if he cannot see me as his wife, then look at me as a weak woman who will be devastated if treated as harshly.
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