You Are Mine
Tightness in the chest
"What do you mean!?" Tanya jorgi looked down furiously, full of disbelief
"Fisya apologize! But!.. fisya please understand" fisya tried to smile in this complicated situation
While jorgi was just silent petrified, clenching his hands, he was trying to hold back his emotions, he tried to look good in front of the fisya, but what jorgi can!?
Just a tightness in the chest that's non-stop
"I beg you!" The word jorgi sounds very weak and very pasra.
"Fisya hope that jorgi's brother understands!" His speech still stands firm on his stance
On the streets of this city, only those who stopped and chatted in the crowd began to dim, the sunlight had long since sunk, leaving only a few orange colors in the sky, and right next to them the causeway was filled with his traffic of different kinds of cars
"I beg you! Don't do this to me!" Jorgi clasped his fisya hand and placed the hand on his chest, holding back the cry
It turned out like this, a sense of where I had to give up something that I loved so much
"Sister jorgi, ." Fisya furrowed his brows
Jorgi shook his head very quickly, as if he would not be able to come true, he still hoped that his fisya would change his mind and would remain with him for a long time
Whyyy!?
WHY!?!
Why is his fissure leaving me like this!!
"Fisha! Don't leave me" jorgi squeezed in front of the fisya, who tried hard not to stare at jorgi's face again
Fisya should pull his hand from the jorgi's grasp! So the jorgi more tightly grasped the hand, now the fisya hand is still in the chest jorgi.as if jorgi really does not want to take it off.
"ah! Campus miss fisya already deserted yes" fishing rod andre want to hans say why they pass B 2, which coincides with the campus fisya.
Actually andre already knows, that hans just want to make sure the fisya has gone home or not.
Hans ignored andre who was driving and continued to look out the window, seen in front of their car jorgi who was facing a woman who was not so foreign in the eyes of hans
Fortunately andre was quite skilled at this, so he stopped the car very smoothly and safely, not even the slightest impact.
"What's up, sir?" Ask andre
Hans was only focused on watching the jorgi who was removing his sad face in front of the woman who was not too tall, long hair that dangled beautifully, reminding hans of his fisya
Waitaminute!
That shirt and bag! Just like I was wearing this morning!
Hans clenched his hand
"Road!" Order hans cold
"Fisya please! Understand!" Fisya really pulled his hand from the jorgi's grasp and left the man alone in the crowd
Whyyy!?
Fisya loves me! Why did he do this to me, or don't don't...
Jorgi's mind had floated high enough, his heart was really broken, his soul felt empty, now life jorgi like a broken glass, impossible to put the glass back together.
fisya goes in no direction, want it to feel like he came home but the money will not be enough to take a taxi, the only way is to go to the house of diandra and ask him to take his fisya home.
Fisya stopped in front of the minimarket, and bought a bottle of drink.
When about to pay at the cashier, fisya saw diandra who was choosing vegetables in the corner of this room.
How fortuitous.
Diandra house is not too far from this minimarket....
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