BIRDS IN CAGES
#The Episode 20
..."I want to go home: But I'm home"...
I want to go home but I've been at home a sentence that is often heard in our story of two heads.
This story, maybe not only my story you are so with the collaboration of your respective life stories. I realized my story wasn't the single scariest story but, to me at the time, it was terrifying.
Collaboration is a story about romance that is not love and the marriage of the umpteenth time parents. Believe me not right now I'm laughing at it but at that time I didn't want to be heard more.
I often don't know how to tell stories that I know the humans I've been to are of only two types. The first type is pretending to listen. The second type he's going to pit the worst of luck and the other type who doesn't want to hear and doesn't want to know, that's how life is and that's not just happening to me.
I want to go home even though I'm home. How not, I who just became a bride must cry as much as trying to fulfill all the desires of everyone and funny they are the ones who feel hurt.
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At that time I chose to marry not because my heart dag dig dug was nearby but because I felt tired of fighting with my parents who chose a different path.
Her fourth marriage I didn't want to refuse, but the time and circumstances when the third Abah died made me very, very depressed and that was the first cause of my depression.
Especially on the night of my bride my husband kept blaming my family story while I chose to marry him because I wanted to forget about the story.
Funny thing about the first night of the second night the third night was talking about a wedding that wasn't mine.
I realized my novel was very boring because what I was telling you was a problem.
In fact, not infrequently I do not know what to make conversation in my story.My wedding night is just a black prayer mat where we pray together congregation is the most beautiful story I have.
After the Maghrib prayer after I kissed her hand she whispered softly in my ear "I will make you queen, you will be happy" she said softly while kissing my forehead
That second night we told a lot of things.more precisely I listened to many stories about him I hope the next life is the happiness that He promised.
I want to be okay.I believe this is the happiness promised by Robi.that is my belief that I continue to believe until now.
I looked at the night sky with a starry who continued to dance beautifully while saying that I would be happy.then the moon continued to sing melodiously with a party that never stopped.
Sometimes I get sick of these stories but I can't shout loudly and forcefully express my rejection.
While taking the pillow I just kept my ears shut watching my mother's husband stay in front of my bridal room.
The funny thing is the man who is currently my husband makes my depression even more complaining he makes me more depressed with his babble that feels the most right while I do not want to listen to the story he tells it.
Until one moment, he asked me to go to his house and he promised me a very wonderful paradise, too, interested in ascending that paradise and this is the next story where you will meet a different story.
Will my story and my husband be an amazing love story or vice versa?
