FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

CHAPTER 238 POV HERJIAN FIRLANDO "The Revenge of My First Wife"

Hhh...

I set this foot off to leave Roger's show to Viona.

Squeeze my knee. Shaking all over my body.

What an amazing event. Perfect and impresses many.

Viona's face itself looks very beautiful even though the make up is minimalist.

Hhh... Lordy! It's really a really big blow. It just so hit my mind.

What a great Revenge from My First Wife. It was so horrible it almost drove me crazy.

Hhh...

I tried to ease the burden of sadness in this heart.

It was like a nuclear attack on Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

Even more complete when my step through a stall that tunes the song of the late Olga Syahputra.

Crushed broken my heart

Crushed broken my heart

Crushed broken my heart

My heart is broken

Songs that sound funny but the lyrics contain sorrow.

It's getting me to crumble the depths of his soul. The more I tried to smile trying to laugh at the lyrics of the song and the voice of the singer who had long died, the more it fell to tears on this cheek.

"Vio! Vio...! Yippee!!!"

I can only scream loudly. Calling Viona's name out loud.

I don't care if people look at me and look at me and think of themselves as a new lunatic.

My crying really reflects my heart.

This heart pain. So hurt. It hurts like a sylt-sillet. Then sprinkled with salt water and kneaded without feeling.

"Vio! Vio...! My lion has now. Huhaaan...!!! I'm really stupid! I am the most stupid human being! Who was ever present in his life and also his love, but I wasted it without seeing my future later. You fool, Herdilan! Stupid, stupid, stupid!"

Only sentence after sentence of regret and indignation to myself is capable of being a healer of my wounded heart.

And the cold sidewalks of the road that passed the vehicles alternately to climb the capital, greeted me with mocking laughter exhaust the rulers of the highway.

Hhh...

This is the pain, even more pain than a toothache.

I'm silent for a moment. Squatting staring at the dusty streets with the traffic of vehicles.

Immediately suck tears. Realizing that my silly behavior is inappropriate for my age of 31 years.

Oh, my God, my God! Give my first ex-wife the perfect happiness. Give my son my way and also real happiness. I have hurt them for a long time. This is the time for them to be happy. Forgive me for my past mistakes, Lord! Please forgive me and my parents! It is only You that I ask. And it is only you that I pray. Aamiin ya Robbal...

I'm conscious now. Has been conscious. Viona and Dzakki have been suffering for a long time because of me. Now is the time for them to take the beauty of happiness.

I cannot be sad for long. I'll try to shake it. Just like Christian said to me.

Now I wipe away all the tears left on my cheeks.

Stand up straight and say bismillah. I admit, I made a lot of mistakes. But now, I'll be more careful. In taking the next step.

Thank God, you gave me a chance. To walk straight ahead. Hope your ridho is at my age.

"Dwarf! Hey, Herdilan!"

I was shocked, a car stopped right in front of me.

"What'up! How are you?"

I'm rattled. Trying to remember the look of a face that appeared from behind the window mercedes benz white.

"Ciko Gues! You forgot about me?"

"The ciko? Ciko?... Ciko yang's..."

I'm dumbfounded. Ciko laughed grimly.

He was the friend who introduced me to the mural world. It was from Ciko that I could paint the walls of the Capital. Then switch to selling services from one cafe to another. Scrawl through walls but get paid.

"Good, bro!" it makes me enthusiastic.

"Lo crazy, Miss! You're a great person now!?"

"Hahaha. ga is as good as you are, Lan! How are you? Still like to grab a job mural don't you?"

"Boboro! I am now just a small-time stall trade. Every now and then take part time to become an impromptu accountant if anyone needs." My answer instantly made Ciko docked me.

"Where?"

"Kuala Lumpur! Big-gedean mural job over there!"

"What really?"

"Lo's really interested?"

"Originally, I want to! A rare offer, here! You can travel Malaysia!"

"Well that! Diving while drinking water!"

"Bengek lo dive while drinking water!" ledekku back rendevous of the past.

"Language, Bego! Haha... Can you joke around now, right?!"

"Haha..."

That's life.

Don't get too caught up in the mind. Thank God for everything God has given us.

Me, Herdilan Firlando. Accidentally came back to see my old friend in high school. A true friend who taught me what it means to be grateful for life.

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...The First Meeting with Ciko...

I was still very mentally and mentally traumatized at the time.

It was only a few months since I arrived from South Korea after the plastic surgery I had undergone in the country.

Yep. After I had a disaster, firecrackers exploded in the face. And entered high school after a month's lag over other friends.

Ciko was my best friend at the time.

We sat in the front row, because late came until all the other benches were filled. Be me and Ciko sitting at the front. In front of the teacher's desk.

"Why do you love scribbling the back sheet of your book?" ask him one day.

I was very quiet at the time. Still very afraid to open up by starting a friendship even with a schoolmate.

"Time-serving only!" answer's short.

"God! If you become an apathetic person like gini continue, I guarantee you.people hate themselves more lo, bro!"

"You-you mean?"

"Gue tau, your story in Jayabaya Junior High is khan?"

At that time I was very surprised. Ciko apparently knows the background of my life in the past.

"Where do you know?" I was nervous and trembling.

"Just brush! I'm the only one who is listening to the chat of your aide bokap as well as the secretary in his room!"

Since then, I've always been with Ciko. Yang also has a background of life less beautiful, because the Mama is a senior hostess at a famous discotheque in the Capital.

Armed not to bring each other to the undue condition of the parents, we began to make friends.

Ciko likes to draw.

Our school desk is often the target.

But he said that he likes to paint the streets of the capital at unusual hours.

He was a mural painter who was quite famous among the street students.

From Ciko, I learned how to paint very well. And we were friends until high school, so he preferred to take graffity classes instead of the business management classes that Papaku wanted at that time.

"Woy...! Dreamy mulu lo! I'll ask for your contact number, Lan! Let me call you if you're leaving for the tar next week!"

"Sick! Can I ask for time for my permission?"

"That's it! Betewe bokap nyokap you still there huh? Let me know I'm dead! So I'm living together as well as I am, Pratiwi!"

"Look I still exist. I'm the one who doesn't exist!"

"Yes, do I want anther until your house? So tar I can pick you up directly if so we leave together to KL."

"Okay, that's it! Thanks, bro!"

"Nyantai aje times, same me mah! Hehe..."

I'm so glad to see Ciko. Until I forgot the pain in this heart just remembered Viona.

Thanks God!

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