[Note] A Perfect Marriage

Please Forget

"What are you gonna do? Who will you choose? Are you gonna get rid of them?"

Love stared intently at the reddened bead of eyes before him. There was guilt and sadness at her frustrated ex-husband's appearance, but her curiosity was higher than her sympathy. Love instead of not knowing, she knows everything from Rudi. He knew the Throne had never touched the woman who had been his wife. Love also knows the child Bella conceived open child Throne. However, when he recalled the painful moments in the past, making Love as hard as possible suppresses the sense that he had long wanted to eliminate it.

"You" said the Throne quickly as if he did not need his brain to rethink.

"Of course I'll choose you and just take the child."

Love is getting smaller eyes. He turned his gaze indifferently while throwing a breath of air. "Breng*k man," the woman murmured softly, but could still be heard by the Throne.

"I'm sorry, Love. At that time I was really afraid of Bella doing a desperate act. He threatened to kill himself, and at worst he threatened to kill his son. I don't know what to do, that woman is really crazy" the Throne said, looking frustrated. The man tightened his hand.

"Heh. Yes, you are right. You two are completely insane."

"Yes. I'm crazy, I'm brengs*k. I don't even deserve to apologize to you, but I beg you not to hate me like this, dear. I beg .... Loved you. I love you three. I promise, even swear in my entire life there will only be one woman that I will love. Only you're. Please don't hate me like this, honey."

Love turned her head, looking back at her ex-husband as she felt the man was sticking his face in his hand. Love's heart pounded even tighter as the soft lips of the throne clung to his palms. A sense of warmth suddenly emerged from the palm and spread to disturb the heart of the two-child woman.

He doesn't hate her. Absolutely do not hate the man who was once half his heart. Even today, love for the man still occupies a corner of his heart. Although time has passed, but the feelings that Love tries to eliminate it do not want to leave it. However, disappointment has already mastered his ego. He knew the man before him was also a victim, as well as a perpetrator for the grief he had been experiencing. I should have treated her like Rudi, right? In fact, if thought again ... Rudy ...

"Well! I don't know!" exclaiming frustrated Love while pulling his hand from the grasp of the Throne.

"You. Quickly sleep. Tomorrow morning you should be back soon. I do not want, yes if until I am raided by Mr. RT for accommodating cheating men like you," said Love fiercely with forefinger pointing to the chest of the Throne field.

"Darling.." The whining of the Throne with a face that melded along with Love that departed from his seat.

"Darling your palamu!" the woman nodded as she turned towards the kitchen.

"Don! Really shuh. It's been a crybaby, a little bit of a leak, a lot of want more. In the past ... aja, the most beautiful kayak in the world. His mouth does not use a sieve. Huh, same father as son.'" In a low voice, Love's mouth was busy condemning her husband's behavior, while her hands were busy rubbing dishes and glasses in the sink.

Love is shortened when suddenly a burly hand coils around the waist and slowly moves to clench his stomach. He moved to want to rotate his body, but the man who owns the hand has already close the body of the two until Love can no longer change position.

The throne that had heard every babble that came out of the mouth of his ex-wife could only clench tightly. His heart seemed to be squeezed by every sentence that was pronounced Love. So many mistakes and pain that he had inflicted on the heart of the woman. At first he was anxious to hear the grunts of Love protesting with his effective attitude, but when the woman began to remember and repeat every sentence that had once been thrown, the heart of the Throne was struck by lightning. The woman still remembered everything clearly, her mouth was so eloquent in pronouncing sentence after sentence.

With reflexes the leg of the Throne moved towards the woman who was busy rubbing the rough glass that had been more than fifteen minutes in her hands. The throne grabbed her slender waist and carried the woman into her warm embrace. The woman rebelled, but with all her might the Throne held back the body movements of Love. Just once, only this time did he want to be selfish. He wanted to embrace that fragile body. If possible, he wants to erase the bad memories in the heart of Love and fill them with thousands of joys.

In the end, love gives up. He relented because he realized his strength was not so great to fight this athletic man. In confusion, Love allowed the Throne to cling tightly to itself. The man leaned his head on Love's shoulder, with a face that stared directly into the recess of his neck. Love can even feel the warmth of the breath of the Throne at the neck of its radius.

The heart of the Throne is not safe, the beat may now be felt Love clearly. So close to the woman makes the feeling of the Throne unbecoming. He took a deep breath, inhaling voraciously this scent that he deeply missed.

"All the words you said earlier .. I'm sorry. Please don't remember it again. Please erase all the bad memories I've ever given you. I promise to give all my happiness, my wealth, and even my life for you. Please, forget the pain."

"I know your days are hard because of me. I also know that even my whole life will not be able to make up for everything, but I beg you not to stay away. I'm going crazy, honey." The throne tightened his embrace when he realized Love's breath was hunting. Has he scratched back his old woman's wounds? Does he make love hate go deeper? All the bad thoughts swirled in his head.

"What do you know about me? You always say you know, but what? What do you know, the Throne? Do you know what makes me suffer the most?" The hand of Love gripped the side of the sink with the net that began to turn red and glazed.

Seriate....

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