Game Over (Former Husband)

My Cry is Broken

My hand grabbed the car keys Handan gave me. Unlike usual where I always refused whatever Handan suggested, for this time I just took the key that Handan gave me. Well, I do need Handan right now, because the advice from the man is quite comfortable for me. Where do I need Handan's advice right now.

My gaze followed where Handan was going, I completely resignedly gave up all my business to Handan, because I knew that man was fighting for my rights as well as Gio. That guy was a play boy and really sucks when I became his friend. However, it was true what he said while he was at work it was very inversely proportional to one hundred percent. He is very responsible and also very totality, to solve the cases he faces.

With a heavy feeling I stood up, I swung this leg even though it felt heavy. I hold my body and my eyes. It seems to show that I'm okay. I set aside stares of blasphemy from those who do not know my true problems. Let them assume for themselves. Obviously I am a woman who is struggling for self-esteem as a wife and mother.

Brakkk ... My car door closed violently. Don't forget I locked him up afraid that Gio's father didn't come home and he might have interrupted me. I remember Handan's words. Again I have to be vigilant and can take care of myself because I can feel the Mas Azam who used to be with the now very different.

My brain stretched when I came back I remembered the slap from my husband. This is the first time I've been treated like this. Once slapped in public. Pain bertubi.

The stuff I've been holding since. Inside the car, the tear dam broke. I cried a tight blow on my chest. I'm not a strong woman who can withstand this alone. I also have limits of patience and limits of rigidity. So that when I was treated like this tears became a symbol of how broken this heart was.

The man was not just a priest, and harbors my heart. I consider it much more than that. He is the whole meaning of family. He is not just a priest, he is a source of wisdom. He is not just a husband with affection who is always poured out at all times. He is not just a land that can support whatever is on it. He is not just the backbone of our little family, from whom we are all well lived. Proud for sure, that's how I've felt over the past five years. He was the source of all hope, he never complained even though every day he took out sweat for the sake of his family. She is a beautiful twilight, a night that embraces and awakens you to love and sincerity.

But that was then, now the goodness of it breaks down to change with a very compared to the best nature. It turned out that the good he had done all along was a charade to cover up his rot, and now my love was replaced with hate that buried all the good memories with him.

I hurriedly wiped away the tears when the car door opened. Well, he's Handan.

I was forced to develop the best smile for Handan. "Have you got the CCTV footage just now?" I asked, with a heavy voice.

"You crying?" ask Handan.

I pulled my lips back. "I just let go of the tightness in my chest, and the result is that I'm much better now" I replied with a smile so that Handan was sure that I wasn't that weak.

I reviewed a smile and was proud and satisfied with Handan's excellent work.

"We're home now?" ask Handan.

I nodded with certainty. "I miss Gio. This was the first time we were far apart" I replied and indeed since then I had wanted to go home and embrace the source of strength for me.

"Yes, I've missed my future son too."

"Handan ... stop your jokes. I'm afraid there's an angel who records your jokes and assures them." I'm back in ferocious mode.

"Loh, that's good dong ...." It's not Handan if that man doesn't ngeyel.

"Nandh ...."

Hahahah that man just laughed crisply.

Seriate....

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