Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapters 107. Don't ruin my life again.

The next day my activities went on as usual.

Do not feel the time continues to roll, finally the night began to appear to decorate the sky with its stars that do not forget to present to decorate the night to make it more beautiful, and bright omens tonight there is no rain.

Continuing to crawl up, I usually hold up to stay up late, but that night I was very sleepy but my conscience forbade me to sleep.

Eleven o'clock at night I couldn't stand it, but my heart said not to. I even washed my face three times with water in the bathroom, like I was waiting for something.

At twelve o'clock at night I want to see WA son Imram. I'm used to going into WA for sure I how many times always take my time to open my chat. which never again want Imram open.

How sad I am every time I see my chat never in it.

I know I've been very humble and self-respecting to the good boy, and I know that boy has kept a great distance from me, even very Ilfeel with me.

I know at this time the feeling of caring is no longer left, if there is only pity and coercion. Kasian that good boy, must have a sense of annoyance at me. Even though I have absolutely no intention to disappoint him.

I can always comfort myself, and consider this a punishment for me. Despite the immense sadness that always makes my tears flow very fast, because the feeling of being dumped is very painful.

I had no foolish love for him, but I had solemnly allowed my heart to love him like Arul, who was like a brother, sometimes a father, sometimes a very spoiled sister, sometimes a very spoiled sister, and be my best friend too.

I also looked back at WA nak Imram, suddenly there was a status sign that entered, in WA nak Imram.

Frankly every time I look at his status I'm so scared, I'm traumatized by the sadness he's always given me.

I ventured to open her status, with my heart beating as usual. I'm tired of crying and that kid can always make me cry.

Looking at the child's face, it had a pair of eyes that closely resembled Arul and his hair.

Always managed to make me cry with regret, and remember the memories of when the boy still cared about me, but now it seems like he doesn't know me anymore. It is so capable of making me always able to shed tears.

I opened up my status, seeing a little teenage boy sitting at the window, who had great sadness. It really made me tear up. Moreover, the words in the song stanza, hurt my heart.

I even wept bitterly, reading every verse of the word, he said.

"DON'T MESS UP MY LIFE AGAIN, I JUST WANT TO KEEP YOU IN MY MEMORY I DON'T WANT TO BE YOUR FRIEND LET ALONE YOUR LOVER, I BEG YOU NOT TO MESS UP MY LIFE AGAIN I'VE BEEN VERY CALM."

I was so sad to see my good son suffering so much because of me, when he was the only child who believed in me, when I really felt a piece of kara.

God, why am I so cruel to that good boy...Forgive me, O Allah, you are All-Knowing my heart cannot possibly want to hurt itself, I only love it as much as Arul and Father. Forgive me, O God, help me not to disturb his life anymore.

"DUMB ADVICE, BE YOURSELF, IF YOU'RE A THIEF YOU'RE A THIEF, IF YOU'RE A GAMBLER YOU'RE STILL A GAMBLER."

I was crying more and more - sedu, it is very sad to be a very sincere person like this, I was hurt but I made the mind always positive if I was wrong, he said, and I should accept this painful punishment.

I also remember my words to him who likes to say be yourself, son.

I said that so that he would not force himself to follow the will of others as long as he was happy.

Although I know the effect is to hurt myself if that kid hates me. And I'm willing to be hurt that it's important that the good boy is always happy, even if there's a good friend who's this stupid who expects things that won't happen again, and will continue to cry regret for him.

I kept crying, 'cause there wasn't the slightest intention to make her suffer so much because she knew me. Even though I know meeting this good boy is already the destiny that I have to live with that good boy,

who has been outlined by the Almighty to complete the journey of our lives both.

For the first time there was a chat coming in from son Imram, but I was at the peak of sadness, I was afraid to read it, it felt unable to hear the words - words of insinuation stabbing from him again.

I also ventured, between my cries, reading the chat.

I was very sad to read it, when the words were very polite and gentle, but I knew it was not a sense of caring, but just a taste of kasian.

I kept crying, I didn't expect the good boy, always managed to shed my tears, even four months if I remember him I always cried.

I also read the chat.

"LATER TOMORROW WELL, I READ ALL THE MESSAGES WITHOUT WELL.

SLEEPING MIKI

SORRY TOO AUNT."

The kid probably thought I'd calm down with words.

At four in the morning my eyes were still crying, My sacrifice to apologize was no longer on the way. forgetting the good boy is so hard because in my heart it's like forgetting the good boy as much as I have to forget Dad and Arul, while they have too many good memories with them.

Forgetting the son Imram that I consider my two beloveds is very sad, and it will be very painful for me. Losing a true friend for the third time.

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