Love on the verge of suffering
CDD's #Episode 108

"I'm not coming." Ghava who saw the gloomy face of Zifa also immediately said that he did not want to come to attend the event that his family made, to celebrate the pregnancy of Orlin who was five months old.

Zifa who had been bowing since. Saddened? Whether what makes Zifa can be this sad, remains in Zifa's heart indeed he is sick when listening to Eira always forces Ghava to come and pair with Vienna. Jealousy, perhaps that was what Zifa felt, she herself could not dwell much on her discreet relationship.

"Why? Mamih and your family are already very happy and enthusiastic that you will come. Why did you say you weren't coming?" zifa asked, certainly different from her heart, in his heart he had a happy feeling because it turned out that Ghava preferred to keep his heart than his family which it could be ascertained that indeed Ghava more united him than his family.

"I take care of the heart of the woman I love" Ghava replied confidently. Ghava's eyes have shown that he loves Zifa very much.

"Then why did you say yes, and it was as if you said you were coming to the party?" zifa asked, she could hear whatever Ghava said to her mamih very clearly without Ghava lying.

"You won't know what I'm like. He will continue to force us to follow all his wishes, without them knowing that we too need freedom. It's our only way to make us look good. Not only am I depressed by the behavior of my parents including my sister and brother are also actually depressed by the rules in my house. Kemal was the same, and I believe before my brother also did the same thing depressed by all the rules made by them," Ghava replied confidently, even his head felt increasingly twitching, his stomach was nauseous and it felt like the world was spinning.

Just after her mom reported that her brother was going to have a party and Ghava was obliged to come to the party. It was as if Ghava's head had already pulsed by itself. It was inevitable that his head was visceral.

"Keep if later it turns out you can not convince your parents with our relationship how. I know that our relationship is very difficult to fight. I was just before struggling as if I had found a wall of barriers that stretched strong before us that big before us." Confirmation*******-****** the question is.

"We will elope, I will always fight for you to be my only wife." The gaze of Ghava's eyes that are getting weaker because indeed he is self-conscious is also tired of the problems that continue to come to his life.

"Are you not afraid that I will be a matre woman who only wants to use your property" asked Zifa, who asked, he continued to ask questions for a firm belief that Ghava was the best man.

"If you want my treasure, then you don't have to pretend to love me, because I'll give it away for you for free" Ghava replied casually. Ghava has also offered assistance for capital, houses, vehicles. Whatever Zifa needs with open arms Ghava will help her. But everything was rejected by Zifa, with the reason of wanting to learn independently and start a business from scratch.

"Hish.. that's not what it means, ah don't bombongin your family keeps bringing it hot," snorted Zifa, not just any hot heat. Who wants his girlfriend paired with another woman, even though Ghava has rejected it.

"But you also have to learn to socialize with them, you will later also become a member of their family. Do you want me to meet you at my niece-to-be? If I want to prepare everything later," said Ghava, with a smile that expands whether the man remembers what was not just the speech of his birth mother who wanted him to come with Vienna, and dressed the couple with his future wife.

"Well, very good acquaintance with the criminal family, if not for revenge and want to take advantage of information and protection from you I also ogah always close to you, and Kemal. In addition to disrupting the work also disrupted the lessons I taught, I was so unable to concentrate, "inner Zifa.

"Don't fuck around, I want to live a little longer, there's a bangkanan and Brother Zara who really need me again. I told you not to take me too far before your business and the face of oil are not finished. (Zifa called Vienna, by the name of the face of oil, because his face is called glowing, like using oil.

Ghava chuckled as Zifa in Vienna. "I also want to tell them that I can find my own wife who is no less cool" said Ghava proudly. But the look on his face since the chatter looks very different. Zifa was getting suspicious.

"Mas, you're the reason why, why do I notice his face is so different. Pale and looks like something. You want to go to the bathroom?" asked Zifa, since then Ghava was nyerocos kept like a parrot but he seemed to be holding pain in his stomach.

"Mas... Are you sick?" zifa asked, panicking.

Ghava nodded his head and he grimaced in pain, perhaps only recently did he feel this kind of pain.

"I'm kerokin yah Mas might catch a cold," said Zifa, he immediately ran to his room and took the oil he used for scraping, he said, and do not forget also the panacea coins that are always used for generations are clustered, and usually will heal.

Ghava is not Naqi who does not know what is scraping, even though Ghava lived abroad for quite a long time, and of course lived back and forth in developed countries, Ghava also did a few scrapes, and some times, usually it will heal.

"You're sure the Fa can heal, and you can wither too?" ghava asked as if he was mocking, and doubted Zifa's ability.

Zifa replied to him with a disdainful smile instead. "Which Zifa couldn't Mas. Zifa's been trained from the scrap about scraping her back." Zifa's hand was ready to swipe the back of her future husband. Zifa was fixated with the smooth back of Ghava as if there was no foot.

"Kok bengong," said Ghava, the man had even waited if his back would be scraped. His stomach is getting uncomfortable.

"Against his back was as white as there were no legs," Zifa chuckled, but after that Zifa swerved Ghava to the finish, a very red back was seen from Ghava's back. After that Ghava also rested for a while, but not lam then Zifa saw that Ghav again felt pain.

"Mas, still sakir." Zifa again patted Ghava on the shoulder, and Ghava, who was in great pain, replied with a nod, without opening his eyeballs.

This time Zifa grew even more panicked when she attached the back of her hand as a manual body temperature gauge.

"Oh my God, you're getting a fever. I think you should go to the hospital." Zifa will call Beni, the only male employee in her shop.

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