Frisson

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her husband limped down the quiet and quiet streets that night, right at half-time in the morning, the sound of his footsteps sounded so loud as to break the silence of the night,sleeping used to the most comfortable bed.as well as clothing brand, brand,now he lost everything he ever owned, which attached only clothes attached to his body with dirt and mess is not like a bum and indeed currently he bears the status of a vagrant.

and the wedding ring that was attached to her ring finger and the ring on her left ring finger gave her riski when riski proposed to her.

"now I must find a place to rest.beaok I will sell the gift ring of the****," he said in his cries and sorrow.

then he continued to move his legs which may now be full of scratches and bloody, blood,

because along the road he passed with bare feet bare was not as evenly and smooth as it seemed.Many rocks and even fragments of leftover glass fragments were forced to be stepped on by his feet.

"i hate you, I will never forgive you even if you'll beg me." she grumbled with her swearing in her ex-husband's treatise.

her footsteps stopped right in a pond pis somewhere, she saw there deserted without people, she said,annya was too tired to walk from the apartment security post until now.then he decided to rest his body that was very tired and exhausted.

"i'll never believe what's called loyalty.I'll never believe in true love again.all men are jerks,"swearing in her heart as she began to lay down her body with her tears.then she closed her eyes and finally she fell asleep as well.

it has been a month and there is no place to live, no place to live,he lived long ago and only rely on his paintings to live.he had deepened in the field even though at this time only with a makeshift tool that he bought from selling his ring.

he peddled the painting on the sidewalk, or when there were schoolchildren and teenagers who asked him to sketch his face or who wanted any painting...surely as much as he can try and he does not set a price for his labor it.just as it is and as sincere, that makes the customer come back again.

and occasionally still visit his former mini market, but he only peeked from the outside only.because the riski **** it had told the satpan to expel him when he was seen near the mini market.

he immediately took a painting and brought it near the luxury car that he had just descended earlier.seen he showed the painting to the person who was in the seat behind the wheel.

then it seems that the man agreed.

"sorry lady..would you sell this painting?"ask that person who was so nice to him.

"yes sir..I sell.if for the painting I painted...I set the price sir..but if his father wants me to paint..bapak give it what is not sir...gimana?"ask her back.

"well miss.I buy this painting no matter how much I will buy," the man said to her.

"well sir.painting it I appreciate only three hundred thousand sir.." he said to the man and looked astonished.

"this miss.please take all the change, miss.so that the lady can work more,"

said the man while giving a million to him.

"sorry sir.this is the kebabyak sir.I can not accept this.." he said but the man had gone and got into his car.and the car drove quickly.

"oh lord.why in this world there are still people as good as him.may you repay his kindness,"