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Episode 48's
Do not believe in sweet promises that actually smell of unclean. Those words were a good match to describe the current dimas a few days ago since dimas said my body odor could kill him when he would rather move to his parents' house and never see me again.
he said never to see me smell my body can kill him huh sucks, but all that is just a lie right at 2:30 Momas came and forced her to enter the room through the connecting door between our room and the balcony on the 2nd floor when I asked her why she chose to enter through there rather than the front door she just said "want" without a more detailed explanation and strangely again dimas forced me to accompany him to find chicken porridge at that moment.
The debate between us was inevitable, because I cursed dimas who did not allow me to clean myself first before accompanying him to find porridge, he said, she casually said to me prettier with a disheveled appearance smelling mouth and not using makeup or farpum even if I dressed herself as if she wanted to kill me right then, crazy right?
It's crazy I think dimas really got karmic right now that he really hates to eat liquid architecture that even wants in a third of the night which is obviously very difficult to find at times that are not right.
I love the karma that troubles life today but also becomes a disaster for me, how not to be unleashed without guilt and burden to destroy all the makeup tools, he said, skin care to the perfume collection that I have, indeed all my goods are not famous and expensive brend but
all of that I got from my own hard work.
knowing how I felt when I saw my beloved item destroyed dimas, of course, as if my life and heart could be likened to a basketball reflected while running around, he said, getting pressure between the floor and the hand of the ball accompanist produces a clashing sound that I peed hard but still had to bounce according to the wishes of the hand owner.
"you're crazy, huh? why destroy them?' say
"these items are of no use" she said to stop her teeth from damaging my makeup tools
"if you don't want to see it removed you can without destroying it"
"no, I'm sure you'll use it without my knowledge later"
"what's wrong anyway those things don't bother you and kill you"
"destroying everything how? what I'm saying is that you're hard"
"seeing you use it all makes my hatred for you even greater"
"you're crazyaaa" I screamed in frustration.
My stuff is now just a memory dimas really do not tell a single item of feminine type in our bedroom, until the dresser of my pride became one of the items removed by dimas and when I protested he just ignored me and remained with the activity of destroying my goods.
until finally I choose to cry roaring while rubbing my stomach that has not been bulging but has a big impact on my life with dimas at this time, and after being content to destroy and throw away all my stuff in the classroom and lay himself in bed and without guilt, he said that he chose to stay in our house again rather than his parents' house.
of course it was so crazy that I really wanted to chop dimas right then and there but if I killed him my son didn't have atm walk again dong aissss sucks.
The next morning, the activity in our residence was again carried out as before but I chose not to serve dimas, not to look at his face and did not want to be in the room with him, but I chose not to serve dimas, not to look at his face and not to be in the room with him, in the twins room I was still thinking about all my favorite things when I didn't realize dimas was in front of me and then kissed my forehead before leaving our house and heading to the office, getting treated like that you might think I smiled and hugged dimas but what I did was
raving dimas then drove him away from my face as brightly as possible, after all my business was done then I returned to take care of the twins who only laughed and clapped in their bokx
With cute style and obscure babble twins as if comforting me, the anger and resentment of being dimas instantly disappeared somewhere huh dimas and his children really want to make me crazy, what else is the child that I have today himself who is not yet perfect form has eliminated half my sanity especially if it has been born and his behavior exceeds the ugliness in eghhhh somehow so what I will be.
Today I was supposed to spend time with twins and dimas just came home at 8:30 pm and again after seeing me dimas then ran to the bathroom and spewed out his entrails, pahadal I just shower and comb my hair to make it neat but it turns out it also provokes nausea dimas, too, dimas really couldn't see me in a clean state he preferred me who looked disheveled and smelled of sweat, he said,whether this is just the sense of the dimas or what it feels like is very strange and makes me curse the dimas with all the animal names of a-z even if there were other alphabets I would always mention them in front of the current moment as well, dimas would scold me if I saw me in a normal state but if I smelled sweat he would stick to me wherever I went and would really like to stick his head with my stomach.
