My husband's a Cold Doctor

Wagging

😇

Nayla approached, she grabbed my chin and grabbed it very hard.

"It turns out you are arrogant! Have a pretty face doang lo proud" he said sneering

Plaque plaque plaque

He slapped my face left and right

Keep Nay....

His friend's cry seemed to be an encouragement for him so that more excited floated his hands right on my face.

Although I want to scream pain, but I cannot look weak in front of them

"Why? It hurts, uwuu kasian son mamiii! " thus but I still chose to be quiet.

"Why are you silent? Mute huh, where's that cocky chick who just insulted me? " he continued.

Now that my hand was taken off but he pushed me to the floor, he crouched down and so did his friends.

They began to pull my hair as if the strands one by one began to be pulled out, slapped right left, stomped, kicked me mercilessly, until I was battered.

I just resigned to be mobbed by them, even though I wanted to fight, it was impossible because the five of them while I was alone.

I can't believe this is the first time I've experienced such harsh oppression, and it's all because of one reason - JEALOUSY!, a ridiculous reason that makes people forget everything.

Sometimes I feel

Can't I love?

Can't I be loved?

This persecution is a lesson to me.

Loving someone is not as smooth as I think, there will be difficult times that can not be imagined, love will select it all, who can survive then his life will be happy and vice versa, he who wavers will feel the bitterness of love

Plakk bugg plakk

"Nay Udahan Yuk, I think he's almost dead! " said his friend who was holding a cell phone when he was agitated to see me not moving anymore.

"A cocky girl like she doesn't deserve to die right away so, her pantes are tortured first with me to death hehe" said Nayla cackled evil.

"Nay... you're crazy huh.. you want to be Napi? " continued his friend.

Nayla was silent for a moment "Oh, let's go!!!"

After making sure I was helpless again they all stood up.

"Rasain lo, well now you are proud tuhh rotten face lo! " nayla ketus who then left.

I feel like I can't get up again, it feels like all my bones are crumbling.

Pl-please... Justjust please.. Pl-please...

I tried to scream but no one heard it, maybe they all went home.

Slowly I forced myself to stand up, although it occasionally drooped but I kept trying, I did not want to die in a dirty place like this.

I kept walking out to the gate, staring blankly at the road, ahh it seems like Willy had also come home and was not looking for me, I thought.

***

The sky turned cloudy, the clouds were blocking the sun from emitting its bright rays, drop by drop the water soaked my face.

It was as if they knew my heart and feelings at this moment. Hiding the tears coming out of my eyes.

I'm not sure now that Willy's looking for me or even leaving me.

The rain made my bruises white, painful and painful, as I stroked my face, as if Nayla's slap was very deep.

The rain was not coming, but even though I kept walking a step by step, the distance I should have considered close now felt far without Willy's jokes, joking with him made me seem to forget all the problems, But today is empty.

***

Clekkk

"Salsa's home..... "

"Sales... What happened to you, son? Shouted my mother who immediately ran towards me, then shook my body.

"Salsaaa... Answer mama!!! "

"Ma.. Salsa is tired, want to take a shower! " my answer was weak and stepped up ignoring my mother's question.

"Salsaa." cried mama sounding worried.

Again I walked in lethargy, arriving in my room to self-medicate, occasionally pensive while gazing out the window, looking at the rain that was blotting out the earth.

When did all this end?

When am I happy?

When's?

At first I hoped that from the various problems that happened to me it was just a nightmare in my sleep and when these eyes opened then the dream was lost but again this bitter reality I had to bear alone.

Desperation is now beginning to feel, Wanting to leave my life full of this inner torment, I feel like I can no longer stand up! And for the umpteenth time again I cried.

I went from my daydream to accidentally nudging the picture frame located on my study table, the shard was scattered and almost hurt my legs.

My gaze became empty when I looked at a bell that had a taper angle that seemed to sparkle, my mind now floated out of what I had to do.

Can I be happy if I leave this world? I thought in daydreams.

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Next..????