I'm Not the Perfect Wife
Our destiny

No one knows the course of our lives. We only have big plans that are beautiful, but the fact that sometimes makes us can only let our breath to accept all.

How can I start all alone, all we do together, then why do you always blame me.

My tears also flowed, adorning my solitude.

at first glance I flashed about our early life was met.I am not sure if we can indeed be together, survive until now.I am always trying to think positively about us, I am not sure if we can be together, survive until now.I always try to think positively about us, but the real you always tear down my desires. It is difficult for me to start or stop everything.I am only able to stay still, what should I do now.

I bowed my head, in front of only the window with the wall hanging silent.

this fight made my mind confused. made me reluctant to do all the homework.I close my eyes, it crossed about the beginning we were met.

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social media that makes us know each other, the beginning of the introduction with a lie, the beginning of the introduction with an escape.yeah I used to know him from social media because I was investigating an affair my girlfriend. we finally got to know each other, tried to talk to each other.

I started the message.

"hi, can I contact you?" ask me.

"i'm sorry who is this?" his reply.

"sorry to interrupt, I'm Mey. I have something to ask you"

"Where are ya? my name is Rey", "what do you want to ask" she replied curiously.

I paused for a moment to hesitate to continue the message, however, my pain and curiosity were higher until I could not think clearly.at that time, I was in a suspicious ghost, suspicious, jealous. because at that time my partner was in a relationship with another woman.why Rey, why Rey I contact. because by chance I saw a post that contained Rey always commented in his post. I'm sure that Rey knows about him.

tit.. tit.. tit.

"what can I help you with?" a short message from Rey.

"sorry I seem to be disturbing, I'm not too good to ask" I replied.

"can you ask for no tlp?" his reply.

I don't think much of what I need is information, I'm finally giving her my no.

soon the ringtone on my phone rang.

"hallo.." I hesitated.

"hallo, with Mey?" answer at the end of the voice.

"yes, who's sorry about this?" answer me again, it's probably Rey.

"this is Rey, what does Mey want to ask?"

"Oooo.. yes sorry Rey, Mey so annoying.it's okay Rey" answered me with a little awkward and thought where to start.

"just calm not disturbing, Rey is not busy.what do you want to ask?, do not hesitate" he replied subtly and maybe he was curious.

"hmmmm.... Mey wants to ask about her name Putrikodok" asked me by lowering my voice.

"Ooo..he is, why?" flip curious.

then I had to tell her why I called her....

at length but briefly I explained to him about me contacting him. And Rey also answered with details who the frog's daughter was.

"then what is Dira?" I asked him more and more to convince him.

then Rey mentioned the characteristics of the man who was exactly the same as Dira.

Jlebb. This chest feels tight, the body was reluctant again powered.maybe because my disappointment was too big.

"thank you Rey for the information, yes, yes" I hung up the phone and I cried.

the umpteenth time Dira disappointed me, the umpteenth time Dira betrayed, with several different women.

my days are sad, empty, disappointed.although I and Dira are still in touch but maybe all this will last, maybe I should always forgive Dira.

"honey, I want to see you, I pick you up at 10:00 WIB" a short message from Dira. I'm still on the bed, I see the clock shows at 09:00 WIB. My body is limp, as if there is no energy. However, I always couldn't resist Dira, who somehow I might love her too much, or indeed I was blind because of her.

"hallo.. baby I'm ahead, let's go out, there's something I want to talk about before I go" the man behind the phone said.

I went to see him, I was ready to go with him, and the wound was still able to hold him.

"where you going?" ask me.

"let's go, I'll prove my seriousness to you" he said.

the heart of the woman who is always untouchable with her nature that always gives surprises, as well as words that deeply melt my heart however, her woman is too much. Dira always says, "with whoever I am that matters to you" when it hurts me a lot.

"ayo ride," asked him to ride the motorbike he was driving.

I followed her like, "here hold" while pulling my hand to hug her waist, and I was comfortable with that, she said,

we're tracing a village I've never been to before,

"where are you going?" ask me.

"we met my mother" she said, as happy as I saw her face. But I can't read the way he thinks. He introduced me to his mother, who assured me that he was serious about this relationship. However, he also hurt me while maintaining relationships with other women who are more than 1 person.

"let's go in" Dira held my hand toward her mother who was sitting on the porch, and it seemed like her mother knew about my arrival.

I went to his mother, and I kissed her hand.

"here son, we make a cake" without saying stale, his mother took me to the kitchen with the preparation of the ingredients that were already available. Dira did know I like to make cakes, and indeed said Dira mamahnya also like to make cakes. While talking a lot I with his mother Dira in the kitchen, maybe this first acquaintance was said to be very smooth. And Dira also looks happy, it turns out Dira wants to introduce me to her mother.I was devastated by her attitude, but back there Dira was the same as introducing other women to her mother. Dira just said "i want my mom to judge which woman is good for me" but that hurt me, what does that mean. Dira asked me to talk to both of them.

"before I leave for out of town, I want you to know that I'm serious about this relationship, however, I can't tie you to status, I want to let you go with anyone but the important thing is that you'll come back for me when I get home, and let me be with anyone to keep the cord of my relationship with everyone else" he nodded while holding my hand.

I cried, "don't cry I don't want you to cry" as I wiped the tears that were soaking my cheeks.

"you who make me cry, you who make me hurt, and until you want to leave you do not give me certainty about our relationship" I can not understand the way of his mind.

"i want to go home" I asked.

"all right, I'll take you home" he replied.

those were my days with only wounds and tears.

"tomorrow, I want you to take me to the bus, yes, I want you to take me away" he asked.

"yes" I replied briefly.

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