The Love Story of Nayra
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"Just be the cake."

"Why?"

"Nay's life is not long. The doctor said that Nay's disease turned off the cake. Kidneys, the uterus all hurt."

Brahma was surprised to hear Nayra's innocent story.

"Is he really sick? If it's true, her kidneys and her uterus are troubled, pity this poor girl. It was fitting that his body was very thin his face was pale, it was the result of the pain he suffered.

Gosh darn. Why is your fate so bad, son. Who caused you this much?" Brahma monologue in the heart.

"Don't worry. Everything must be okay."

Nayra's eyes were already glazed - the glass imagining the end of her story.

"Thank you, cake." His words are sincere.

In other countries, Lian is looking for the existence of Nayra in all places. Lian tries to convince her heart to find Nayra.

"Hopefully you're okay, Nay."

While driving the car.

Baskoro is also looking for the existence of Nayra, even Baskoro approached Nayra's workplace which was once the cave where he lived. But the results are NIHIL.

While Bian pensive in his seat of greatness, all day Bian did not focus on doing his work. The files are increasingly piled up on his desk, Kevin did not dare to enter his master's room due to the fierce face displayed by Bian.

Baskoro's voice seta Abi as if constantly reviled him in turn.

"aagggghhhh. Fuckin."

Bian threw out all the files on his desk.

Tilting the head that feels dizzy.

"Have I gone too far to leave her in Germany?" She drifted slowly

"No. I've done the right thing." Say it again.

That woman is not Nayraku. He's a cunning Nayra, he must be Brahma's messenger to destroy me for taking on a big project." Monologue Bian slowly.

Until the afternoon Bian did not focus on doing his activities. Bian left his room in a mess.

Bian returns to his apartment to calm his turn for a moment, but Bian finds Siska sitting at a soup.

"What are you doing here?"

Siska came up to Bian. "I miss you baby!"

"Go away. I don't need you anymore."

"What do you mean baby?"

"Go."

"I'm not leaving you, are we not lovers?"

"You're not my lover. We have no ties. Go and never show your face in front of me."

"Bebi, I always accompany you. Didn't you see my sacrifice?"

"What sacrifice? Spending my money on the sacrifice you mean?"

Bian smiled mockingly at Siska.

"Lady. I'm.."

Siska's not done talking, Bian has stopped her.

"I never asked you to be by my side, you always approached me. I never thought of you as a friend, a close person what more a lover. Remember that.

And..

And now go."

Bian pulled Siska's hand roughly, pushing her out. Bian immediately changed the password of his apartment.

At night something disturbed Bian in his sleep. Bian hears Nayra's screaming voice chasing Bian as she leaves her in Germany.

"Master don't leave me!"

"Sir, please don't leave me alone, sir!"

"Master please.."

Aghh.. Bian woke up from his nightmares, his face filled with sweat as big as corn kernels. Rubbing the face roughly.

Get out of bed, go out to the kitchen for a drink.

Looking at Nayra's room as she passed through the kitchen, stopped right at the door of the room occupied by the poor girl.

Entering the room saw a stuffy restroom.

"Am I outrageous to let a pregnant woman stay in a room like this" he murmured.

Bian saw the diary that Nayra often wrote while they were in the Baskoro mansion.

Walking up to the book, curious about the writing made by poor sadists.

"Surely he said I didn't - not in this book." Lirih.

Bian sat on the bed picking up a book at the small table next to the bed.

Dukkp... A box fell on the floor.

Bian took the box on the floor, opened the box and..

Degs..

His heart is racing. His breathing was irregular, his body felt cold as snow.

" Ka - this necklace. This is Nayra's necklace.

"Gosh Nayra." Bian's hand was shaking.

What's the matter?

Nayras!

Does that mean Nayra is my Nayra?

Not likely.

Gosh darn. What does this mean?"

Bian opened the book, dann..

Deg.

Again - again Bian was surprised by the truth that was very heartbreaking.

"Om - about Pandi."

Bian sees Pandi and Cindi embracing Nayra in their middle.

The picture was of a very happy little Nayra.

Bian's body momentarily fell on the floor, Bian limp, dancing his coarse hair.

"So she's Nayra! Right - right Nayra.

God, what have I done?"

Bian wept looking at the Pandi family photo.

"I'm sorry Bian om, auntie. Bian has hurt aunt's son. I'm sorry, I.

I'm sorry, I. I'm sorry, I.

What am I supposed to do? Oh God. Ii'm sorry.

I'm sorry Nay."

Bian reached into his cell phone to contact someone.

"Find the girl I was with last week, check all the cctv's in town. Make sure you find her."

Bian dropped his body on Nayra's bed.

"I'm sorry Nayra. I'm sorry, honey.

You're my wife, as long as you're mine.

No matter Brahma planted a seed on you. You're mine, I don't care."

Bian continued to hold Nayra's Necklace in his grasp until Bian fell asleep.

"Don't leave me, sir.

Forgive sir

Sick sir

Hix, hyx, hyx..

Let go sir, don't pull my hair. My head hurts sir. Please don't hurt me, sir."

Ahhhhjh. Again - again Bian dreams of suffering Nayra during her time as his wife.

Bian ngos - bored because of the nightmare.

Bian took his cell phone back.

"Kevins. Arrange my departure for Germany tonight."

Elsewhere is inversely proportional to Bian. Now Nayra feels better than ever. Nayra enjoyed her day with Brahma. Brahma loved Nayra worthy of his own grandson.

"Nayras. Today's grandpa's going to the office, if you need anything, ask the maid."

Nayra nodded. "Thank you, good grandfather."

Brahma smiled happily.

Nayra walked through the Brahma residence, Nayra enjoying the cool breeze in the garden behind the house.

"When my soul is called by Him, I have come to Him.

It turns out that my life has found a destiny that is so strange. Papa, mama we'll meet soon. Nay misses you guys so much."

Nayra closed her eyes, enjoying the cool air.

Bian pontang - panting down the city, as if to judge a crowded heart.

When the heart is unable to speak, do not regret something that has passed. All is not as easy as turning the palm of the hand, regret is not able to restore the changed state.

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