Metamorphose Flavor (My Glyn)

Starting Story

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Alvino

Starting a story with a new person is not easy. Many say, it is better to fall many times and then rise again, but with the same person. Wh why? Yes, because starting a story with a new person, it takes a long time.

Amazingly, as beautiful as any new person, still the old person will always be a winner. The reality, so. This is what Alvino feels.

I don't know how, and what it will be like. However, for now, after six months that have passed, Alvino is still confined in the strength of memories with the ex-lover. The woman was still enthroned in the heart of this handsome cheeked man. He's still the winner who's ruled Alvino's entire life.

No one was able to shift his position in Alvino's heart. He is still the most beautiful. It's still the one and only.

The days that Alvino spent were all about trying to kill his love. However, the end still failed that he got.

The handsome guy even spends a lot of time in the office. Working with work, just to brush off a little memory of the woman in her past.

Alvino will be home at midnight, and back away early in the morning. Sometimes, he did not intend to go home at all. This was different from the habits he used to be, which were identical to women and the night world. Little is grateful for the many bad habits of this cheeked man.

Alvino's return home, maybe can be said to be a mere formality. That he is a married man, who will soon metamorphose into a father. It's some kind of imaging. As a company leader, he should be able to maintain the image well, right?

Six months ago, he had officially married a girl he did not love at all. It was announced proudly by his own father. The old man did not want the identity of his son-in-law and future granddaughter to be covered up.

However, it is specific only in their corporate environment. This family identity is often backed up from the outside world. All for the comfort and safety of Dharmawan's extended family. Alvino obeys all the wishes of his father, only for self-respect. Do not let the loser stick to his clothes.

Alvino did not realize that what he did, would not go smoothly without the sacrifice of a sincere heart, right? Unfortunately, he did not want to know at all about it, that actually what Rossa did, is a form of support from a wife.

This six-month journey, never once did Alvino glance at his wife. Like today, he just left without a greeting or just a pleasantry greeting. Again, Rossa enjoyed disappointment for the umpteenth time.

"It's still too early, Vin." As usual, the mother would always rebuke him. "Breakfast first napa? Kasian your wife has difficulty waking up early to cook," said the mother. However, Alvino did not.

"Next time, Mi. Vino can have breakfast at the office" he said, then immediately walked away.

Rossa took a deep breath. Sipping on the disappointment that returned to her breakfast this morning.

"Mommy's sorry for all her attitude. Don't get into the heart, baby! One day he will change, really. Believe me!"

The middle-aged woman was always beside him at all times. Not only limited to the status of in-laws, this beautiful woman in her twilight really dedicates herself to be an extraordinary mother figure for Rossa. His affection is increasing for his son-in-law.

The girl smiled as usual. "No papah, Mi. Rossa is ordinary."

It felt, the girl was anxious to cry, but she was an expert at hiding the taste. Lying to yourself and others is normal for him.

The mother of the cold man lowered her head, and stroked her already enlarged stomach.

"Hello, unfortunately oma, healthy well in there. Don't listen to your papi's words! He'll be legal." The old hand that started to snort, gently caressed her daughter-in-law's stomach.

At the age of Rossa's pregnancy which has entered the 26th week, she increasingly received attention from her two in-laws. Not at all with Alvino.

Vacant right? Obviously so! As much as the attention of others, whoever he is, if it is not from the husband himself, all is meaningless.

The man was busy venting the longing that no longer lives, under the guise of work. While Rossa is busy designing the heart as beautiful as possible at all times. He was busy tidying up a soul that was daily shaken by large-scale bitterness, with an immeasurable depth of disappointment.

Rossa

The best support system when someone is in a down time, is just yourself. Others will not understand us as well as ourselves.

That said, the spirit of the people closest to him is the most important. Yes, it is true. There's nothing wrong with that. Many facts justify it. However, for a small percentage of people, that spirit must be born of oneself. Support from within the soul is primary.

Imagine, if the whole universe encourages you, but you still feel pain, this is where the heart plays a role to cultivate your soul.

Same with Rossa. At all times he gets the attention and support of the in-laws. He would smile in front, and cry in the back. There is no day without pretence in his life. Pretend to be happy, and it's heavy.

Especially with no activity that can distract him. Not only pain, but saturation is often tight. Using the reason for pregnancy, all of Rossa's wiggle room is narrowed and monitored at all times.

Mega house like a palace with all the luxury in it, does not necessarily give Rossa satisfaction and happiness. Not infrequently, he missed the warm atmosphere in the simple house he used to live in, with two of his favorite people.

The feeling was always detected in the eyes of the in-laws. Things he did to comfort and reassure his son-in-law that everything is gonna be alright.

For six months in this city, there was no other place to stay. The place he went to was a mall and a hospital. There was no one else he knew, only the house people and the obstetrician. Absolutely an essential distaste.

Until finally all the monotonous habits were a little changed, when he was invited by the in-laws to eat lunch outside, just to drive away his boredom. From here, he began to be given a little space of freedom by the in-laws.

"Are you ready?" asked her in-laws, and Rossa answered with a small nod.

"Come, Honey!" Leading her daughter-in-law's hand gently to the car the driver had prepared.

Once he arrived at a restaurant that was already guaranteed hygienic in there, his mother-in-law then ordered food according to Rossa's wishes. Not difficult for this one bumil about eating.

During the wait for the order, two women of different generations were killing time with small talk surrounding Rossa's pregnancy.

Without realizing it, there was a pair of pretty eyes with pliable eyelashes, looking at Rossa so closely. Alternately he stared at Rossa's large face and belly.

It's been going on since Rossa stepped in from the front. Those beautiful eyes were as if they were not tired of looking at the object in front of him. Until the order of the son-in-law and in-law came, they then ate together. Until the lunch was over, a pair of beautiful eyes there were still loyal to Rossa.

Those eyes were about to stop, as Rossa deliberately turned to him and threw a polite smile. The woman regained her senses and decided on a look. He smiled clumsily and immediately stood up from his seat, walking a little hurriedly towards the direction of the toilet.

It's strange!

Five minutes after that, Rossa also went to the toilet. The scale was stuck in front of the door, when he heard a small sobbing from inside. Not curious, but because of kebelet, Rossa barged in without any intention of turning around here and there.

At a glance, the tail of his eyes caught someone who was reflecting there. No matter what, Rossa kept stepping inside one of the cubicles. Not long after he came out, the figure was still standing there. This time, he looked at Rossa again as before. Rossa was confused.

Feelings .. from earlier diliatin mulu deh. Is there something wrong with me?

Rossa sat up while looking at her appearance. Nothing wrong, just ordinary. Butwhy? Not wanting to be killed curious, Rossa ventured and asked.

"Sorry, Mom! Are you okay?" ask Rossa very carefully.

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