When Married?
The KM Part 65

"Well, I'll go first, what do I want to buy when I get home? you haven't eaten anything since." Nana spoke while busy tying her shoelaces at the door.

"Mmmm.. buy me fried rice near the supermarket, I haven't tasted it for a long time."

"Sip is pretty, if you want to take a shower or sleep, don't forget to lock the door okay?" Nana told me before she left.

"Yes, get out of there, let's go." Flowers kept trying to keep her smile together so that Nana would not worry.

"Daaaah. I'm leaving." Nana starts her bike and soon passes away from her boarding place.

After Nana left Bunga closed the door and his face returned to spoon. Her body slumped behind the door, she hugged her knees and drowned her face in between, the clear water back flooding her beautiful face making her beautiful eyelashes now always wet with tears.

In the room there were only heart-wrenching sobs and heart-wrenching cries, as if millions of spilled tears would not be able to heal the wounds in his heart at this moment.

A few moments later the Flower got up and went to the bathroom and washed herself, he suddenly felt disgusted at his own body for ever allowing this body to be crushed by the man who had broken his heart into pieces.

He even rubbed his entire body skin tightly and roughly to the point of flushing, hoping that the disgust was lessened and disappeared.

Flowers try hard even though it turns out to be difficult. Literature was his backrest that gave him strength, he had given up and entrusted himself to the man, but now the backrest of his life had wounded him so deeply that he was fragile and devastated.

After bathing Flowers wear a beautiful white dress, comb her hair and wear a little makeup. He stared at her reflection in the mirror and she smiled, her eyes were puffy but did not diminish her beauty.

Flower sat on the sofa and opened the package that read pharmacy, he saw the object in it with a big smile, he stared happily at the small round bottle.

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I forgive this weak me, I am fragile because the source of my strength has hurt me.

*S*it seems like I won't be able to accept the judgment of those around me about myself and my son.

My dear child my love, mama has found a place for us to go son, a place where no one will scorn us later. We will always be together, now we meet your grandfather and gather with him there.

Father, please welcome this sinful me, embrace me and my son in your arms, accept my arrival sir and forgive me for not being able to look after my mother and sisters anymore.

*****

Flowers caressed her stomach affectionately and opened the small bottle.

It turned out that what he bought was sleeping pills, I don't know what was on his mind at this moment. He opened the jar and took the sleeping pill for how many grains it was and downed it.

Flowers spread her body on the sofa and covered herself with a smile on her lips and closed her eyes.

*****

Literature was waiting for her food order at the restaurant, while waiting for her eyes to explore looking around the very crowded restaurant.

There were a couple eating there. Seemed his pregnant wife, the husband stroked his wife's stomach with a happy face while feeding the wife.

Then he saw another couple who were there chasing his toddler son, there was also a new couple who came with the father who held the baby and joked with laughter with his excitement.

Seeing that scene at once his common sense regained control of his mind. His heart was pounding, his chest was rumbling and tight as it was hit with a godam, his heart ached like it was squeezed firmly with cold sweat flooding his temple, he gasped and Flowers filled his entire head again.

Bunga, my dear...my baby...my child? What I did, God what I did....

Literature put money on the table without waiting for her order, hurriedly exited the restaurant and headed for the parking lot like crazy.