Died Marriage

Loadings

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If we force ourselves to smile, do we really feel smiling? in short, our mood accompanies our posture and more importantly, the people around us tend to feel what we feel. That mood is contagious.

@Alfred_Adler

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The next day, Nazeera was sitting on the edge of the bed checking her phone. There are some messages and calls. The woman just let out a slow sigh seeing who sent the message and who had called her.

Lazily, Nazeera is just a fad peeking at his Instagram account that has never been checked for a long time, rather than replying to incoming messages.

"Why the hell should he be the first to appear on the home screen. Just make the mood break." He muttered and threw his cell phone into bed. Then, lowered his head and placed both of his palms on his face.

Before a while, Nazeera took the initiative to her boutique. Thinking about work would be better than thinking about prospective people, he thought.

When we arrived at the store, many employees greeted us. The woman did not return a greeting from the employee. His mind felt empty, even though he was trying to think.

Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok Tok

Nazeera turned her gaze when she heard the knock of the door. His assistant came with some files in his hands.

"What's the Mba? How did you daydream from earlier?" He put a pile of paper on the table.

"It's okay. Thanks dad?" The reply.

"Why do you guys have a heart? My heart is like a prison." Nazeera muttered as Asyah had already closed the door.

Nazeera was typing something on her laptop, trying to focus. Taking out the paper to occupy himself but the result did not calm him down at all. His mind is always glaring. Repeatedly exhaling his coarse breath.

Heart, be at peace with reality. Inner Nazeera.

He picked up his bag and headed to the employee who was at work. He called one of the employees he saw.

"I go out first, if there's anything just call Asyah yeah." His interest in one of the employees.

"Maybe there'd be better." He said when he was outside the door.

He's turning the motor somewhere. Forty-five minutes later. He had arrived at a place that said 'The Hill of Samata'.

The place is very beautiful, only through a few climbs are already on the hill, everything can be seen from a distance like a small world. Coupled by the gust of wind made the feeling calm.

I don't know this time what makes visitors not too much, or maybe the influence of cloudy in the morning before noon until not too crowded.

The woman stood far away from some human gathering. He spread out both his hands while at the peak and let out all his weight through a loud shout. "What's my fault?" He screamed while crying. How could the person he loved, even now become a very deep burden.

"May's? Why did you betray me? Akhyar, what's my fault? I can't afford it. Oh Allah hikz hikz hikz. Aaaaaaaaaarrrggghh." He shouted again

"What the hell is it. Just disturb people." Said a man who was troubled by Nazeera's cry.

Nazeera was startled, as it turned out that there was someone behind a boulder near her standing. He wiped his tears and turned his gaze to the source of the sound. A moment later, he walked away from the man.

"Have you broken up?" Guess the guy.

Nazeera simply turned to face the man, "It's none of your business." The reply then left.

The man only smiled sinisterly seeing Nazeera pass by. "Something will be my business." Shouted the man.

Nazeera heard the screams speed up his steps until he hit a girl, his eyes narrow, his skin smooth white, tall, his nose pointed, but pointed in.

"Sorry Mba, Sorry. I was not intentional." Nazeera panicked.

"Yes. It's okay." Say the woman while trying to stand up and clean the buttocks.

"It hurts. Sorry, Mba. I really did it on purpose." Nazeera helped the woman stand up.

The woman looked at the woman who hit her, "Na-Na who's who's going to be Na deh anyway?" The woman smiled happily hugging Nazeera.

Nazeera was only silently fixated on the treatment of the woman. "sorry. Me who? Nope, no. I mean, who are you?" Nazeera said in confusion.

"Oh. Loe don't remember me? That's your opponent for the race first. But you're giving me away." Familiar words. Nazeera only scratched his head which was not itchy. He was trying to remember who was in front of him.

"Ouch. It turns out that loe's memory is weak too huh." Say it while laughing.

"Where's Loe going? Who are you here with? How do you want to go home? Alone again." Said the woman.

Crazy, he answered himself. Inner Nazeera.

(Author sometimes, he answered himself. Without realizing it, sometimes we answer the questions we ask ourselves. Wkwkwk)

Nazeera only responded with a smile.

"Not go home yet. Enjoy the view here. The weather cannot be guessed. Either it rains or it doesn't." Said the woman while checking her bag. He took a camera and looked for a picture.

Weather can not be guessed. Especially my soul mate. Nazeera.

"It's loe, right?" The woman's words show some pictures in her camera. Nazeera nodded. But still don't remember.

"It is, indeed, gini times well the fate of the dead. Known but not known."

You also didn't know me.

"Oia, my name is Amitabh Bachchan. Usually called for food. Hehe." The woman extended her hand.

Huhhh? It's not that it's an Indian actor. Inner Nazeera was confused.

The woman saw Nazeera confused. He's getting laugh. Nazeera simply smiled and scratched her head which was not itchy. "Haha. Excuse me. My name is Amita. You call me Mita. It's okay to remember me. But at least I give back my hand." The woman held Nazeera's hand and shook.

"Hai Mita Aja's. My name is Nazeera, used to say hello to Zee." Nazeera.

Mita laughed when she heard her name. "So much you go. I have no problem. Loe relax well my ma. It's not formal." Mita patted Nazeera's shoulder.

"Y-yes." Nazeera hesitated.

"Emm btw you been here a long time?"

"Lumayan." Answer's short.

"Love tell me I'm Mayan."

"eehhh. I mean pretty not you mayan." Nazeera.

Mita laughed at Nazeera's explanation, "No Nazeera used to be called Zee. I'm kidding doang." Mita laughed.

"Oh yes. Don't go home yet, Dad? I want to know you with my brother." Get Mita to pull Nazeera's hand.

Whose child is this? Forced play of all. Hellooooo. Inner Nazeera.

"Yetoooooo." Shouted Mita.

"Yuuuhuuiii Abaaa." Shouts once again.

"This too, why the hell is yelling." Said the man positioning himself to sit. He turned his gaze to the source of the voice.

"Loe."

"You." Say them simultaneously.

It turned out that the man Mita meant was the person she met earlier while vanishing all her burden.

Mita saw Nazeera and her brother astonished, "You know each other?" Ask Mita.

"No." Answer them simultaneously.

"Abang. This is the guy who ran me in the race." Mita introduced me.

Seriate...

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