Hijab Love Belvina From Gloria

Go to Gloria's grave

Upon Vino's arrival at the apartment, heading straight for his room, he tried to close his eyes. But drowsiness was reluctant to come to him, wanted it to feel early in the morning and went to Gloria's tomb. But what power night feels long. He got up from his bed and went down and walked out of the room.

Vino stepped into the kitchen to make a cup of coffee.

His stomach was also feeling very hungry, he was looking for something in the refrigerator turned out to be pudding and also some fruits and bread that he believed his brother made, he took some bread, he took some bread, and the pudding is placed in the dish and carrying the middle room along with coffee then sitting scattered on the carpet by leaning against the wall.

He began to feed the food in his mouth and drink his coffee slowly, his heart and brain wandering everywhere, the night getting late did not make the anxiety disappear. Although love does not have to have but separation in this way is very painful, if there is a word love may not be as painful. However, life must go on no matter what happens.

Time continues to run the wall clock continues to spin, the night is getting late, bread and pudding has been toilet as well as coffee.

He stood up from his seat carrying dirty dishes and glasses into the kitchen and washed them and then placed them on the plate shelf then stepped foot onto the bed and began to lay down his body and release fatigue my heart and body lost all sense, Vino stared at the sky-sky apartment room.

Shown by the girl's smile, not satisfied with the feeling of looking at beauty but had to leave just like that. Vino's mind continued to wander in the unreachable space withered flowers instantly lost their beauty and fragrant fragrant.

to sleep by itself.

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The phone alarm went off at half-five in the morning, Vino headed to the bathroom to clean himself up and perform the morning prayers.

After the morning prayers they exercise briefly in the gym, after which they have breakfast. Some of the food menu has been prepared on the carpet next room, it looks like they have gathered and enjoyed breakfast in the morning. Vino is seen in a hurry he immediately finished his meal and rushed to his room to change clothes neatly, was about to get out of the apartment, Bara who knew it immediately chased after Vino and shouted to him.

"Vino, wait!"

Vino stopped his steps and Bara approached his sister-in-law.

"Don't go alone, ask the driver to know where you're going, and this is for you."

Vino was surprised to see the eyes of his sister-in-law. "No Bang, I've been given to you.

"It's okay to just take it," Bara replied.

Vino nodded and took the debit card and continued his path and entered the elevator that delivered to the ground floor then he boarded the car that he had prepared to drive to Gloria's tomb.

After an hour's drive they arrived at the burial area in Gloria in the cemetery, Vino got out of the car with a bouquet of red roses and walked into the burial area.

With an erratic heart and eyes that are focused looking for the existence of the tomb of his lover, until he does not pay attention to the circumstances around him. Until he felt something hit his body so hard and heard the sound of something falling and then followed with a cry of pain, swearing and abuse, Vino realized that a girl had fallen in front of him and was surprised when he saw the girl look like Gloria. However, when he saw the necklace the girl was wearing his gaze turned cold like ice cubes. "Can't your eyes see!? Until it just crashes into me!" he said with wide-open eyes and with hardened jaws (Are your eyes unable to see!? Until bumping me!)

"You hit me, not me. Why are you mad?" vino shouted furiously and passed away without caring about the girl's curse (You hit me, not me. Why are you angry?)

"What's? Hush!" said the girl as she ran towards Vino and then pulled the man's hand, making Vino stop his steps. (What? Wait a minute!)

"Our problems aren't over yet, you can't just go off on your own!" the girl said as she ruffled her waist (Our problem is not finished yet, you can't just go by yourself!)

"I have no problem with you, your problem is with yourself, so please go away! Don't bother me!" vino said with a sharp gaze of killing.

(I have no problem with you, your problem is with yourself, so please leave! Don't bother me!)

Their quarrels did not escape the sight of a middle-aged man who came to them.

"Enough! this is at your sister's grave, please respect her!" said the man. (Enough, baby! this is in your brother's grave please respect him)

The girl instantly fell silent and lowered her head sharply. "Excuse my daughter, you can continue your business here" the man said with a smile and pulled the girl away. (Pardon my daughter, you can continue your affairs here)

Vino nodded. "Thank you, sir," he said, clenching his hands and leaving, cursing, still heard the girl, but he just kept quiet because he did not know the meaning of the sentence Vino said. "Based on a crazy girl!"

Vino continued to search for a tomb that read Gloria Ashalina. Until his eyes scattered on the mound of land that there is a series of red roses are still fresh, in his heart asked, if Gloria has another man besides herself so as not to want to spend the rest of her life with him.

He stared at the mound of land then crouched down and placed a flower on it. "Generic, Gloria. Why don't you let me be with you for a second? At least one mingu or three days with you, enough to make me feel very special in your heart, and what is this? There are other roses adorning your tomb, I don't want to be prejudiced, because in fact I don't know anything about you" he said, staring at the mound of land that had not dried up.

He walked away from Gloria's grave with his broad steps

carrying a wounded heart. No one knew how much he was disappointed in Gloria and how much I loved her, so disappointed that he could not accept her logic, his heart was frozen hard to melt.

Vino walked on with a steady and wide step without looking back.