Deserve Me For You

Go away

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Arga finally chose silence when Puspa began to say goodbye to Ortu Arga. Arga felt like he was just begging for Puspa to stay. His pride is trampled.

"Wait" Puspa stopped in front of the gate.

Arga thrusting the envelope.

"This is your salary. Go if you still insist on going"

Heart Puspa like in a tickle terbesit a little pain.

Mama Arga just smiled from behind the window watching the departure of Puspa.

"Thank you" Puspa received the envelope while smiling wryly.

"Hm. I wouldn't have forced anyone to stay here if it wasn't of his own volition." Arga turned her back to Puspa.

Implied sadness in Arga's eyes, but Puspa was unaware of it.

While Bi Ina was still sobbing.. A few months with her made her feel happy with her long-lost daughter.

"I went out because I had to. I also don't want to stay here if the one defending me doesn't really mean it."

Arga closed his eyes. It feels like an insinuation.

"Not really, just that the one in defense never appreciated me" Arga stepped out of Puspa.

'DEGS'

"Why.. I feel sick here?" Puspa held onto his claustrophobic chest.

Puspa turned around and got into the taxi that Arga had ordered.

Puspa opened the car glass and looked at the house.

"Good bye." Doesn't feel Puspa shed tears.

Arga looked at the taxi that had passed. It feels like something is missing.

"It's good to be gone"

Mama Arga approached Arga who was standing on the terrace.

"Mama is outrageous" Papa Arga opts out to avoid the already accumulated anger.

"What the hell lies he keeps. Where's papa going?"

"Mama's satisfied right now?" Arga left her Mama

"What's? Why am I guilty?" Mama Arga did not accept

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'Krieeettt' Puspa opened his door. A glimpse of his memory recalling the good times with his family.

"Puspa's home.." Puspa's voice echoed in his house that there were no residents at all.

There is no law.. A clear thread flowed from the end of his eyes.

"Now I'm really alone" Puspa walked into his room with a sledgehammer dragging his suitcase.

Puspa looked at himself in the mirror.

"I have to be strong. It does not mean weak. Strong" Puspa pulled the tip of his lips together to form a smile.

"alright.. The first step is.. Clean up" Puspa said passionately even with a distinctive raucous voice after crying for a long time.

He put his suitcase in the corner of the room and headed to the living room carrying a broom. He tied his hair and combed the house using the tips of his eyes.

"Eagerness" Puspa nimbly swept the floor . Remove the curtains and take them to the bathroom to wash.

Dunking the chair with the furniture of the house.

Sometimes he wiped the sweat dripping from his nose and his mouth.

Starting time in the evening and adzan maghrib has reverberated. Puspa ended his activities and began to clean up.

When he entered the bathroom, he remembered while still working in the Arga house.

When Arga thrust Puspa clothes, Puspa only realized one thing.

"Did she see my underwear? Memalukan" Puspa shook his head and his face heated up.. Embarrassed.

Puspa imagines Arga seeing Bh and his CD. Wkwkwkw.

"Geez my brain." Puspa. But he also remembered the time he was leaving the house.

"Do I not appreciate it? Is it true what he said? Am I being selfish?" Puspa.

"Not really, just that the one in defense never appreciated me" Arga stepped out of Puspa.

"Why he's not looking at me.. Is my speech too outrageous?"