Imram And Arul And My Solid Team

Chapter 25. I'm sorry, I'm Imram.

I was sad not to be able to accompany him for long so that he could hear his curses about women in his tribe, or whatever his hobbies and life goals were, he said, looking for solutions to our problems cheerfully and smartly and supporting each other.

I have completely lost the criteria of true friends and Imram and I have a soul as good and sincere as true friends, who rarely have. Although our age is so far away but as friends we are very suitable and compact.

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The next day I read his status which I always diligently open and read. I was on the seafront to treat the grief of losing her for the umpteenth time.

My good boy, my favorite call for him. Create a fret status with a red flat screen.

I am very sad because my feeling is right, if he is very disturbed and ill-filed with me, there is no sense of kasian anymore to me, let alone empathy for me, I think, My good son has turned into a very strong boy, very sick and hated me.

Not even a tearful scroll flowed down my cheeks, I started wailing miserably.

"I'm sorry I want Imram, it makes you restless, I'm too stupid to love you like a friend.

I could only stare at the beautiful sea, though both my cheeks were flooded with tears. I was sad not because I was angry with him, but knowing he was unhappy, and comfortable made me very sad. I always pray for him like my son Aryan, to be always comfortable and happy. Wouldn't it be so sad to see him fret it really hurt my heart.

If he knew, only sorry about him would calm me down.

I can keep Arul's memories well even if we never meet again, and Imram certainly I can keep his memories in my heart, Because I have a clean heart and it's so airy and spacious to keep it neat in my heart, people know that I have the best memories of both of them.

Always remembering them while still with me, it will always make this face smile happily. And will remain faithful to them whenever they forget me, that is their right, and my most faithful right, this, keep their memories in the silence and silence of my heart, which will always keep them in the beautiful memories in my deepest heart.

I didn't feel like I was on the beach long enough and I went home.

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I also stopped under the shade of a big tree on the side of the road. I saw no incoming WA chat written Imram's name. My heart was pounding, I was afraid to read it, afraid to hurt my heart that had not healed because of his anger.

I also ventured to open the chat, sure enough the words contain arrogance again and the aroma of heart that pierced like at the beginning of the chat to me. I felt no tears, so fast coming back out. I sat on the sidewalk wearing a mask and glasses and crying. There was a bit of relief in my heart, because he wanted to return my chat, which I was hoping for.

I started to reread the chat.

Sorry aunt, I feel uncomfortable, following the will of others, if not my own.

I was friends with Aryan, originally of my own accord.

Just be consistent.

Words that are so haughty and piercing heart and soul, contain the aroma of anger and keep distance like the beginning of his WA chat.

I talked to him as if he were in front of me.

"I'm sorry mommy son, this shameless one, I never forced anything that made you uncomfortable son, this is just a misunderstanding that I regret."

Seriate