Died Marriage

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When you hurt someone else, whether you realize it or not, it will lead you to regret. No one wants to drown in regret. Regretting what happened can make you blame yourself.

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When Nazeera came out of the cafe, she headed for the parking lot. At that moment he hit someone. I don't know what he's thinking so just walk away he's not focused.

"Sorry." His voice looked down to see if anyone was injured without noticing who was on the collision.

He fumbled the man's hand, the man was happy for Nazeera's treatment. "It's okay." Smiling words.

Nazeera looked up, her voice like familiar. In the eyes of the man, he becomes happy, sad, grateful or angry. His feelings are mixed.

Nazeera pushed the man's arm then passed away. His worry just disappeared on his face.

"Zee, why are you so irresponsible. This too is a wound." His words showed his palm.

The woman turned around, she only noticed the man's arm. It turned out to be true, in his hands looked bruised and there were also scratches. "I'm sorry if my way is too late, for this time I can only help with prayer."

"But this hurts, Zee. Look at the blood." His bleating voice pointed blood at his own arm.

Even the wounds you've created don't bleed, Akhyar. But the pain affects myself. Got to mess up, bitch. Inner Nazeera.

Nazeera just checked her bag. He took a small, clear isolation. The man was confused as Nazeera let out that isolation.

The woman was silent, only showing a flat face. He was looking for the end of the isolation. After obtaining it, he attached it to the man's wound.

Akhyar just smiled. Nazeera took a nail cut inside her bag. Then he used it to cut the insulation.

When he finished, he put it back in his bag.

"It's over what you want. You better go!" He then continued his steps towards the parking lot.

Akhyar looked at Nazeera's back, inwardly he felt happy for what happened to him and also felt very sad.

I'm sorry, Zee. That's all I can say.

In the parking lot, Nazeera began riding a favorite motorcycle. His eyes looked teary.

"Basic sucks. Ouch Zee. You must be strong. Must be strong." His words encouraged him.

After Nazeera leaves, Akhyar goes into the cafe.

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After a few minutes, Nazeera had arrived at her boutique.

"Oh my goodness, Ashah!!! What have you done?" He said when he saw the design that was almost finished therapy was damaged by the spilled drink.

"Sorry Mba. Hehe. It was intentional." He grinned not to get angry.

Nazeera let out a long breath, her face reddened with anger. He had to start over again.

"You better prepare everything, let me do it. I pray first."

"Mba sure you want to do everything? It's ten o'clock, Mba."

Nazeera kept her bag on the sofa, with a flat look.

"Mba, I'll do it." Asyah.

"Yes, my heart is in the mood. You better prepare what I mean." Then he headed to mushollah.

Asyah heard Nazeera's words so scared. Suddenly changed again into someone else after from the outside.

Well, why is it like this too. I did it intentionally. Or maybe this country well until the mood changes again.

Asyah began to clean up the design that was no longer used. He prepared all the requests from Nazeera.

It had been an hour he waited but Nazeera had not yet appeared. The employees also came home from a few hours ago.

Asyah took the initiative to find Nazeera. He walked towards mushollah.

"Oh Allah, waiting inside is nice to sleep here. Good to be the boss." His grunts saw Nazeera fall asleep soundly.

Asyah approached Nazeera, on her cheek was a puddle of tears. His eyes are swollen.

Mba, I know many wounds that you keep in your heart. I'm sorry I can only pray for you.

Family of mushollah. He went back inside Nazeera's room to replace the broken design.

You seem very tired, Mba. Until falling asleep on the bed.

With a state of lackluster, limp, Asyah again began a new design.

"Start from the beginning again. Tsupaatt, Aca. Vim. Come on spirit, 48 hours spirit." His words encouraged himself.

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A middle-aged man came to embrace his arm.

"Son, here I hug. You don't miss mama yah?"

"Kangen. It's really kangen." Nazeera was pleased with her mother's embrace.

"Son, you should know. What happens in the real world is the truth. But don't try to stop dreaming." Mother Nazeera rubbed her head.

Nazeera was silent unmoved, she only felt comfortable when in this state.

"You already have your own home, but to visit your mother you don't have time." Its effects.

"Hehehe. Sorry mother. Zee is too focused on a career."

"You know, if you go to college again, he said college during a long holiday instead said he was busy pursuing a career." His words pulled Nazeera's pointed nose.

"Iihh, you're sick." Rengek Nazeera rubbed his nose.

Mother Nazeera kissed the head of her child with affection.

"Blessed, Son." He said and went far.

"Mother, where are you going?" Ask Nazeera.

Step by step a light came toward him. He disappeared a long time ago.

"Mother!!!"

Nazeera awoke from her sleep.

"Mba, what's wrong?" Ask Asyah to see Nazeera in sweat.

Oh my God, good thing it was just a dream. Huuufffttttttt, remember Nazeera, dreams are just flowers of sleep. Nothing's gonna happen.

"Mbaa. I'm coming to wake you up Mba." His reprimand came back when Nazeera was still silent.

"Ohhh, nothing. How long have I been asleep here?"

Not yet able to answer, Nazeera instead let go of her face and fled to the bathroom.

Why also every time the innate nightmare mules. Inner Nazeera held her stomach.

"Yaaahhh, Mba Na I'm in pecan. I do not sell peanuts." His grunts stared at Nazeera's back.

"I've been struggling with the 48-hour target. I'll be given what gifts." He was happy to imagine a gift from Nazeera.

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"It's been so, mba, it's almost one in the morning."

"There is still less shah."

"You should sleep first."

Nazeera finished her work. He always thought about his dreams.

It's just a sleeping flower. Okay.

Nazeera looked at Asyah who had fallen asleep on the sofa.

"I'd better call bang Tamar. He must not be sleeping."

Nazeera searches for her phone in the bag, but the results are nil.

After a long search, he patted his eel, "God. My phone looks like it's in Ayu. How is it."

"I'd better finish this first. Just a few more." Nazeera stared at his work.

"Working on your dress only hurts, especially if I present well. What the hell am I thinking." Nazeera knocked on her own head.

Tring Tring Tring

The phone ringing. Nazeera picked up the phone.

"WHAT!!!"

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