Married To An Ex

Klub

#Married_with_Former

Happy Reading's!

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"People say they have to live a life of happiness. But why do so many people go through life in pain?" Lwaavv

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The wind blew on the face of the beautiful girl with long hair, who was staring straight ahead. The girl looked at a middle-aged man sitting in the garden, staring blankly ahead.

"Papa you're fine. Lately he always responds when asked, even though his condition, sorry has not changed. But he has been smiling a lot lately. It's a good thing." A woman in white clothes, as well as a thick book in her hand opened the conversation after she was beside the girl who was watching the middle-aged man.

"Thank God. Thank you for taking care of papa, mother." The girl looked at the woman in front of her now. Such a good woman with incredible patience.

"Together, beautiful Silla. Mother left first, yes, there are still patients that you have to deal with." The woman said goodbye, then passed after getting approval from her interlocutor.

Silla. The girl had already grown up a teenager with a beautiful, friendly and pleasant stature. He grew up with a good upbringing and a good life.

"Father!" Silla ran over to the man who was talking alone. His hand carries his final semester assessment report.

"Silla's got another champion?" ask the man. Shortly after Silla arrived before him.

"Yes papa."

"How many champions?"

"One." The middle-aged man smiled, then clapped his hands upon hearing Silla's reply.

"Good papa boy!" Silla smiled then hugged the man who was so precious to her. Reon. The man had been severely depressed since the incident ten years ago. The man became more silent, doing activities was just work. Speak up? Just why Silla herself would open the conversation first. For anything else, nothing, maybe it could be said never to speak again.

"Silla want what? I've got this one champion." Reon offers something interesting, to celebrate Silla's achievement. With Silla, Reon seemed to have no problems and healthy. But if not with the boy, Reon became a different person.

"You happy papa. That's it." Silla spoke with passion. He sat down beside Reon, took out a parcel and gave it to Reon.

Reon was stunned for a moment upon hearing the explanation from his daughter. He smiled and happily received the parcel from Silla. "What's this?" ask Reon.

"Gift to papa" replied Silla. "Open up, pa!"

Reon opened it with pleasure. Then he was stunned to see what was inside.

"Silla tau papa likes sweet cakes, so Silla makes but will not be as delicious as made by Mama Sasa. Silla's been making cakes for a long time, Dad. But it's always bad. Now Silla has given to papa, meaning that the cake made by Silla is delicious. The recipe is the same as Mama Sasa's." Silla explained with passion. He is proud to have been able to make a cake that he thinks is delicious, and also a favorite of Reon.

"Thank you." Reon rubbed the corner of his watery eyes, then cut, and ate the cake.

"Enak. Exactly made by Salsa," said Reon at the end of the sentence.

Silla smiled proudly. "Yes dong. Learn from Mama Sasa. Silla has been taught by Mama Sasa for a long time, but yes, it's usually only now" he explained.

Reon smiled in response. He rubbed Silla's head with affection.

Today is exactly where the ten years of Salsa's departure. This incident took his life on the spot. The right tragic event happened before Reon's eyes. At that time Salsa ran cheerfully down the stairs, and finally her body fell down while going down the stairs. The body fell down, with a voice that was so clear, as well as a lot of blood splashes. Reon clearly witnessed the incident firsthand. Salsa died there. An event that made a great trauma for Reon, until finally experiencing depression.

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"Silla Kangen Mama sama adek. Really kangen. If only we could gather together until now. Silla would be the happiest." The cry finally broke, his hand rubbing the gravestone that read the name of such a precious person in his life. The man who is so good to him.

"Thank you for the short story we've been living together, ma. Silla loves mama." Silla kissed the tombstone before finally turning around, looking at Reon who was also staring at her.

"You go to the car first. Papa wants to talk to your mom about the same stretch as well." Silla nodded her head, obeying Reon's orders.

Reon looked at the two resting places of his two loved ones. He crouched down and rubbed his only headstone.

"Papa's call, haven't even heard from you, baby. Our story is short here, and papa is the antagonist in your life. Papa is aware of that. But clearly, papa regretted all of papa's actions. Wait for papa there." Reon kissed the headstone. Then he looked at the grave next to him.

"Our meeting was too short in this story. I wish, if there was a next life. I want to be part of your long story. Whether it's just as a backup, it's okay. As long as it's near you." Reon stared at the gravestone that read the name of his loved ones.

Reon spent the rest of his life looking after and raising Silla well. With the shadow that haunted him. The shadow of guilt is so real. Reon is determined and promises to spend the rest of his life for it. Not thinking of the companion, because basically his heart was already fully owned by the woman who had now completely punished him with his departure. Also the shadow of massalu and betrayal are so clear, which in fact he took a big role there.

"I wish I could do anything to make amends. I'll do that, Sa. But I was also confused as to what I should do. Because basically, you're gone from my life. I love you." Reon kisses the old headstone of the woman who may be the end of all her love stories.

"I'm sorry. Sorry."

"I love you."

The breeze seemed to bring the atmosphere more and more washed away, with a noise that seemed to fill the calm.

"I forgive you. I love you too."

Reon flinched then gazed into the quiet surroundings, when he heard a subtle whisper so real.

"Salvana?"

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This story is just fiction. I hope you will take wisdom as well as the messages conveyed. Whether it is through events, conversations and attitudes of each character.

Basically, not all the stories will run smoothly as desired. You can hope, but don't rely on expectations that are painful. All the attitudes of these people are different. Don't just look at it from your own point of view. Do not force your will according to your will. Because this is not just your story, but about her story as well.

Thank you for your support and your enthusiasm in waiting for this story. Wait for me in a new story and a new story. Don't forget to be happy.

Please ask me a question about this story, here. If there is a story or plot that you do not understand, later insyaallah I give an explanation with a reply in the comment field. So-called. This story I'm telling you is finished. Sorry for the wrong word, and other mistakes.

Wait for me on other new stories. Thanks though. Remember, stay passionate about living your story!