Mom, Let Me Be Happy

CHAPTER 42. Bed Sheep

In a quiet room an uninhabited tub. Santana drifted into the daydream, carrying her mind with her eyes closed. The young widower was in no mood to do anything.

"I'm sorry, Mariam! For my limitations in fighting. I was too weak that what I was supposed to hold was now gone. Become someone else's destiny more deserving."

Santana spoke to herself while dancing on the couch. Lamenting the remnants of regret that still filled his mind. If he is more persistent in fighting, there may be no need for emptiness that will somehow fill his days.

"Ahh, si*l" maki Santana on her own mind. He was annoyed why in his mind there were only Mariam, Mariam and Mariam. There is nothing else that becomes material for his brain to think.

Santana snorted as she rubbed her face violently. Suddenly, he was drawn into his mind to meet Shaka. Santana also broke the feeling of laziness and then moved to prepare himself.

Standing in front of the mirror while looking closely at the image of his own face. It looks like a mustache that is starting to thicken and make it look older because he has not had time to tidy it up. He then shaved his mustache became thinner and tidy.

As the moustache shaving activity took place, somehow the image of Mariam's face became more intense dancing in her memory. Until the razor involuntarily slipped scratched the top of his lips.

Santana squealed in pain, pain running through her lips as fresh blood flowed from the wound. "Look, Mariam! What have you done to my lips" gerundal Santana. "Is this what love is now the love of others?" Santana kept talking befriending the reflection of her own face in the mirror.

Then, he cleaned the scratch with a piece of tissue and rubbed it into the wound area until the red color of the blood moved on the tissue. "Do I have to be a widower forever because I love Mariam who is no longer possible with me?" he added that sebri continued to wipe the remaining blood from his wound with tissue.

Santana's dilemma, is he still going to go see Shaka or not? It felt with the state of his lips that hurt like that he became reluctant to meet ready. After weighing and deciding, Santana chose to postpone her plan to meet Shaka another day.

He again piled up pillows on his bed, then made it a backrest to support his back and head. "I just understand now, it turns out that taking the sins of others is an occupation for yourself. My great love for Mariam made me lose her."

Relieved indeed, of course .. because now he has been separated from a myriad of oppressive feelings. Although all of that can not restore what has been lost. Santana must be willing to be an admirer of longing and a connoisseur of love that she is unable to describe to a body whose heart is no longer hers.

Back stunned by the delusion about him.Tanpa can realize the desire of the heart to just embrace him full of affection. It is like an umbrella that protects from the rain. He should be willing to be forgotten when the light begins to come.

Tok tok!

The sound of a loud knock on the door rang out, gathering the reverie that had collapsed. Santana rushed over to see who was coming. Step forward with confidence to make sure.

"Mas, can I come in?" ask a woman. Santana nodded giving her permission. "Say what's wrong?" santana to the point.

The woman took out a piece of paper as a note of a report.

Seriate....

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