Wife Sah Rasa Kebaban
Stump lizard.

Lara in my heart became more and more alone, a time when a lot of why is created.Do not promise for something that is uncertain. You will never know how hard it is to pass through the seconds that pass without your presence.

You'll never understand how a word can't be a dagger like a thorn in this hole in my barrel.

Don't say you can if your footsteps to leave me alone are still too light for you to massage.

Don't tell me for sure, when I feel your departure is the beginning of our destruction, but, in fact, you keep going too.

There's no inkling or hunch that you can read from the cubic amount of tears in my eyes.

There is no worry let alone fear when the sentence is like a whip that can disarm my every faith in you.

My anxiety is actually not able to bring you back even though until this moment I am still waiting.

I am after your departure.

Aisha closed her book. Then, he hugged with all the flavors that turned out to be still the same. Even though the longing is still dominating like not wanting to be replaced from every side in the heart that is still waiting.

"Hey!" Aisyah turned her head as Alvian's heavy voice greeted her.

"Is there any good news about your husband or family today?" tanyanya after sitting next to Aisyah.

Aisyah shakes. His eyes look far ahead.So far as his hope can be reunited with Father from the baby who is in his birth at this time.

"Don't be sad! I'm the one who failed marriage, usually you know, you who already have a husband then, soon will have a baby why should be sad. Dong Ai's spirit!" he said looking at the face of ayu, Aisha.

Yes, his marriage on the doorstep actually had to run aground at that time. Because the future wife went with the father of the child in her birth. Yes Greetings, not a betrayal play done for Alvian.Here dead and dying fight, who there dead and forget.

"You're done writing, aren't you? Can I read it?" he asked when he saw a diary in Aisyah's arms.

Aisyah turned her head, "I am indeed a hobby to write sir, whatever it is I must pour in a writing," he replied without giving the results of his writing to Alvian.

"My memo from the wall magazine that I often read in school first anyway, girls if you write yes about the content of his heart that is disappointed, tired, even when angry they can pour anger in the beautiful writing. Are you one of the ones I mentioned earlier?"

"Dad hobby read it?" asked Aisyah without looking.

"More to have to be Ai, anyway,"

"Do you mean you have to?"

Alvian nodded slowly, his face implied a sadness.

"Ck, jargoni!" it was his curse that made Alvian widen his eyeballs.

"Jarkoni? Who's that?"

"Pinter is not able to learn but can not do it" replied Aisyah ketus.

Alvian laughed without a sound at Aisyah's grunts. At least he has managed to make the more beautiful pregnant women beside him a little forget his sadness.

Actually Alvian just pretended to show his sad face. Yes, even if her failed marriage is not a mere pretense.

"How are the kids on the playground, you like the atmosphere there?"

"They're like an oasis to my dry soul sir. I am not a cactus that can live without water. Which can store water reserves in his body. I'm just a weak woman, even too weak compared to their lives, but, they're strong, they're happy in their simplicity. Thank you for your attention. I am really indebted" said Aisyah who now turned to Alvian.

"Luck it! I am not a debt collector. You can pay your debt at any time,"

"Eh?" Aisyah smiled. The smile that made Alvian's heart sliced was poignant.

"Women are as good and beautiful as she is, why would anyone hurt and even throw her in this faraway place, if your best destiny is here. I'd be willing to accompany you sweet lady" he said inwardly.

"Why are those smiles not obvious like that sir? Mesum huh?" goda Aisyah who got decakkan from Alvian.

"I'm the champion of the first azan race you know Ai, the time of his own smiles in the word pervert anyway?" he said he didn't accept.

"Ye, what does the azan race champion have to do with omes sir. Jaka just remember!" omel Aisha.

"Omes?" again Alvian frowned deeply and long.

"Yes omes, perverted brain!" peeved.

"Pfff," Alvian held back his laughter so as not to burst out.

Aisyah lived next door to Alvian who could eventually take even longer to look after Aleandra's wife. He filled his free time by entertaining orphans in the playground that was there.

All the needs of his life, Alvian was the one who fulfilled it. On the condition that Aisha asked, that it was all a debt for her.

Ale's Santa Hyundai Fe walks slowly down a shady street that looks deserted.

"Ai, wait for Brother," he said, peeping Aisyah's face on his phone screen.

Ciiitt. The sound of tires squeaking made Ale almost slam the steering wheel.

"Woy! Eyes if not in use, mending a blockage to the donor eye. More useful it!"

Ale opened the windshield of his car as the sound of people screaming deafened his eardrums from outside.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong" he said with a part of his head.

"Udah is wrong, do not have manners anymore, basic people minimal city ahlak! Out Lo!" a young man with a drink bottle in his hand and with a rogue face asked Ale to get out of his car.

"Ai, help me Ai," he said before taking off the seatbelt and getting out of his car.

"For money!" said the man who was not alone. He and his three colleagues with more or less the same appearance were staring intently at Ale who immediately reached into his pants pocket.

"Sorry, there is only this" Ale said, showing five pieces of red rupiah in front of the three men.

"Don't he's just a driver again Ben, the same appearance of the contents of the wallet is not synchronous,"

Haha.

They laughed out loud at the sentence uttered by one of his colleagues.

"But it's not good, you can make the fuss later tonight," he said by grabbing the money rough from Ale's hands.

Luckily the men only asked for his money not with Ale's other valuables.

"Mas, wait a minute!" call him before the three men completely disappeared from his sight.

"What?" they look at it simultaneously.

Ale walked forward to get even closer to them.

Ale appears to be opening his phone screen.

"Have you ever met or seen this woman?" tanyanya by showing Aisyah photo from the screen of her phone.

They looked at each other before returning to focus on Ale's phone screen.

"Who is he?" ask one of the three men.

Ale didn't answer him right away. There was little doubt before answering truthfully to the three men he had just assessed from his cover alone.

"Ck, mending clean first his brain scares Bang, before looking down on us!"

"Eh," Ale darkens.

"What points the side to me is that they are, so why am I still wrong, if I am a little wary? Rather than, rather, better, better," his monologue was deep in heart and it was almost as if the men had gone away ignoring him.

"Wait Mas. Sorry," he said. And the three men smiled.

"That dong Bang. Face may be sad, but our hearts are guaranteed not yet fully contaminated with the same drink we hold," he pointed to a glass bottle with a picture of grapes as the brand.

Ale breathed his breath in relief. At least God is still protecting her at this time.

"Let's look again, but before we answer, you have to answer our question honestly. Who is this beautiful girl? Mistresses, mistresses, or people's wives?"

Howek!!!

Your muffled lizard Al.

Thank you so much, all of my readers.

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