Low-class people's love "the driver's note"

15

"You haven't slept?"ask the Goddess suddenly. Stomping Dafa from daydreams. Spontaneously the man turned his head towards the side. There was the face of the artist watching him.

"May I accompany you?"continued. "I can't sleep either. I don't know....."

Dafa did not answer. His tongue still feels stiff. She just shrugged her shoulders, as a sign that she let her.

Slow down the Goddess towards the chair located beside the Dafa seat. There, a few minutes later, she sat sweet and graceful.

"I've been standing behind your chair. But because you are very soluble in thought, so you do not feel my presence."tutur Dewi after sitting down. After a long time of silence. His eyes were looking far ahead.

"Yes."timpal Dafa accordingly.

"I noticed. earlier you also patted the forehead many times. You seem to be in a terrible state. Really true?"

Dafa sighed with a heavy pull. Like getting caught up in something.

"No. I just.." said Dafa stammered. There was a secret he wanted to hide.

"You can avoid. But I'm sure you're in some kind of heavy trouble. You are panicking. You are in need of a solution" said the Goddess again with confidence. Staring closely at his interlocutor.

Dafa is even stirring. He was very disappointed because he could not lie to the Goddess. Because actually he did not want this problem to be known by the artist. Because if only this artist knew the problem he was facing now, oh.....

it will definitely be more complicated.

"All right what I'm saying?"ask again. More likely to corral Dafa.

"Actually my problem is not as great as the Goddess thought. 'let Dafa try to calm her mind."Well...just a small matter."he said again. "Ordinary matter."

"But why do you look so sweet? You seem to panic once." he said again."I'm sure the problem you're facing must be very severe. You must be lying, right?"

"I was just thinking about Nur" Dafa replied later. Still with intonation made as quiet as possible.

"Because you failed to show the location of Nur's grave, right?"

Dafa nodded slowly. His face was deliberately lowered to the floor.

The head of Dafa was getting bowed. Worship the words that come out of the lips of the Goddess. And his mind justifies what the artist is saying.

"I became suspicious that Nur's mother was not dead. Right my words, right?"ask the Goddess full of search.

Dafa was confused to answer. Gamang wants to say what?.

The mood suddenly felt a bit tense. The silence of the night at the top was not able to dampen the conditions in the room.

"Please answer my question. Is Nur's mom really dead or not?"ask the Goddess again more curious. The intonation is a bit high.

"I don't know "answered Dafa as much as I could. Because he was confused what to answer?

"Lho koq is weird." The goddess shook her head. The curiosity's getting bigger."You are divorced from your wife. Then your wife left the house, did she?!"

"No." answered Dafa quickly. Bizarrely. Without thinking any longer. "To be honest."

"Not married? Then whose child?"ask the Goddess more curious. His eyes pierced Dafa's eyeballs.

Dafa's esophagus suddenly seemed suffocated. It's hard to make a sound. His tongue feels too. His breath for a moment gasped. Only a quiet person filled the room. The cold wind that entered like a caress that also added to the quieter was increasingly unbrimmed. And powerfully enthroned.

Some time later.

"Who is Nur answering?"ask the Goddess later. Expectantly. Like I was begging.

Dafa looked at the eyes of the Goddess who was bound by his curiosity. Slightly dimmed. Then look at the clean white ceiling. Then sigh. Regulated breath in his chest, so that it can be arranged properly.

And finally with a heavy voice because it was burdened by an erratic feeling. Dafa finally told the Goddess the events seven years ago. When he found a baby that was still red in the tub of his truck. And next...... And next....

That night, when the wind was very cold. And a very gripping quiet. Dafa continued to tell the story and the Goddess, the artist continued to listen to the story carefully and wholeheartedly.

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