Charm Babysitter

Theatricals

Sometimes envy and envy make him forget to be grateful. Blaming others for their bad luck. Or he wants that person, can't be better than himself.

Doing everything possible to stalk his opponent. And attack his opponent at the right time. The pain of the opponent is happiness for him.

He forgets that happiness comes from himself not because he can beat others.

He was lost in his dirty heart.

Far away there, he smiled triumphantly after receiving the call. Giving good news to his envious and spiteful heart.

***

Allin forced herself to smile. "I'm sorry, excuse me first"

They nodded along with pitying gazes.

Allin hates it like this! He hates being pityed, he hates when he looks weak.

He was the only one who didn't look at her and didn't care.

Allin carried his broken heart, dragging both of his legs in a firm position.

Not wanting others to know and think he was fragile, he walked like a rigid robot.

Nnnnope. Before them he did not want to let out a single tear, his gaze remained straight ahead.

After a distance separated him from the room. He began to feel tired to swing his legs. The smile he put on faded away and replaced his aimless blank look.

The wall was made a handle to bring his footsteps further. Down the road with light lighting, to pass through the hallway that contacts the backyard to the front yard.

No one realized that he was trying to leave, running away from the pain.

He began to monologue himself, cornered himself to add to his injuries deeper.

*I shouldn't believe it, so this pain won't stab me in the heart.

I should not be lulled, so that I sink into the bitterness of lies.

It's all just a show.

It's all a game.

Yeah, he won in this game. I lose, let my heart melt without defense*.

Now that his hands were free, the end of the wall passageway had run out. Now his hand hit his chest, to resist the growing rumble. Or strengthen her heart to not cry.

Again he blamed himself.

Allin you're a real fool! Why you let go of your last hold on. Accept his decision, but it turns out? It's just a trick, to attack you until you're sprawled.

Haha ....

You fooled Allin! You're too hopeful! You forgot yourself! Who are you Allin? You're just a dirty woman who's been tarnished. Who would accept you for who Allin is.

Until he got out of the big house fence.

Someone saw Allin from the distance.

The woman chuckled in her cries, and dragged her footsteps with great difficulty. Each step was like dozens of mines wrapped around him, spiked and poisonous piercing his heart.

He's like a careless and sickly man.

Ardio tried to get close. "You okay?"

The face turned to look at Ardio. He smiled with his eyes glazed. Then he laughed, as if he was laughing at someone.

And you! Even laugh at your fate*.

"Hey ...." Ardio rebuked him again.

The man realized that the woman in front of him was not okay. The woman tried hard to cover up her pain. He too often saw his co-star acting as a scene of a tough female figure who was hurt.

"Who are you? I don't know you. And go forth from before me" he said haughtily and pretended not to know.

He no longer cared about the person in front of him. His mind focused on where he should go. He needed a place to calm down and treat this wound.

"Allin where are you going?" the old man suddenly approached them.

Ardio turned to follow the direction of the voice.

"Go home sir" with a smile forced to show that he's okay.

Allin tekekeh without a sound and swore inwardly at him.

You're going home to Allin. Just how many hours ago you were so enthusiastic about telling Aunt Mia. Vaporize your pleasure and suddenly you come home with this pain.

How do you answer questions from your appointment. He'll worry Allin. Enough of you to trouble him, don't add to his load again!

Ardio refocused on Allin, a sense of worry sneaking in his feelings. Seeing the look of the woman in front of him changed his attitude just like that, when the old man approached them. His guess was that the woman on his forehead was going through something bad, he was acting as if he was tough but the truth was not.

Allin tried to cover his condition, a smile adorned his face to look back at the figure of an old man who was worried about him, his body he stood as straight as possible. In his heart, he was glad that someone else was worried about him, but his weak body could not hold on until he fell unconscious.

***

"Then what is this file for?" ask Sella's father to look at the sheet of paper that has been prepared since morning.

The eyes of Vano's father and mother immediately saw the sheet of paper on the table. They exchanged glances, asked each other without a sound. Stare more closely at the sheet, trying to read from a distance. Soon they understood.

"So you want to divorce your wives Vano?" asked the father who had tried to understand his son's attitude, but he failed, he really did not understand the way his son thought.

"Yes, I've decided to sue Vano." But it was Sella who responded with a huff.

The woman felt bad to discuss this issue, they may be sensitive, but Sella did not want to back down again. It's a choice for him and Vano.

Vano is just silent not to justify and not to deny. The man's gaze was blankly forward without direction.

This time Vano's father could not bear to see his son's silence.

Finally, one blow he hit on his son's face.

Vano was unmoved, while the old man was exhausted, he had already expended all his strength to beat up his son.

Vano did not grimace at all, the face was reddened, blood was flowing at the corners of his lips and nose.

His hands clenched firmly on the edge of the table, chopping his body so as not to fall.

"Dad ...!" screeched her mother to rebuke her husband, standing up from his chair.

The middle-aged woman approached Vano, trying to stop the blood from Vano's nostrils with some tissue on the table.

Sella no less panicked, she ran to the back and brought back the medicine box, then given to Vano's mother.

Vano's father began to get frustrated to see Vano who was just silent. He knew the boy well, he knew the young man was not as loud as he looked. He is a sensitive and sensitive man.

"illness?" ask her when she treats the wound. The young man turned to look at his mother who had been teary-eyed.

Vano nodded and took the hand of his mother. Bringing the middle-aged woman's hand to her left chest.

"It hurts!" vano said without a sound, pressing his mother's hand right at the heart.