My wife Slave of Lust

Grievous

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The wind tonight

Greeting my body

However, it cannot

Cool the heat of my heart

Feels crashing

This is my maleness with your attitude

Is it because I am lacking

Easy you play

Oh, could this be yourself

Can change the foam whitening

Become a rug like a pinta

What you say in the promise of love

Impossible to me too

Reaching the stars in the sky

Who am I?

Just an ordinary guy

All of that I really can't afford

It was also my fault for falling in love

Insanity as self-as good as an angel

I should have reflected myself

To love you

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The background music in my car really represents how I feel. I unceasingly punished the guilty steering wheel before me with a merciless crushing blow. Tear of feeling, unable to make me withstand the pain represented by the wound water line.

Yes, I am a normal man who can also cry when the heart is completely wasted. Removed, even torn to shreds by the pain of tragedy in the name of treason. I am also a normal man who can be trapped in a slumped zone in a time of loyalty that I have been guarding nicely, even just thrown away in a ditch worthless by the beloved.

Now what does the word love mean?

What does the word darling mean?

If his body he leaves it to someone else who has no idea where it came from. I don't know it myself. The trust that I planted, it blinded me from jealousy, suspicion, even from thoughts that are not-no.

My nanar gaze was fixed forward, occasionally wiping the wound water flowing from the corner of the eye with the sleeves I was wearing. I could see the Ibram I laid on the steering wheel chair with a thick blanket still wrapped in his tiny body, writhing spoiled for perhaps a little distracted by the sound of his father's suckling.

Pardon papa Ibram, I wilt with a slice of wound so painful in my heart. Papa has to take this decision, for your good, continued I who continued to chirp alone in there. If I told him now, he would also not understand the complex problems that were now going on between his parents.

Let this fate take us both, in order to live out the rest of the days without the presence of a suri. I promise, I will take care of, raise, and educate Ibram wholeheartedly. So that someday, he will not be able to fate as his father who is full of shortcomings.

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My car is perfectly parked in my yard. In my opinion, gradually both of our parents will definitely find out the facts of grief. So, what's the difference, whether it's now or later, they'll know too.

"Ibra ...!"

Mama opened the door when she heard the sound of the bell that I pressed a few times. He immediately moved Ibram into his carrier with a questionable facial expression. Certainly feel confused, why I can bring my son alone nights without being accompanied by his mother.

"Where's vida?" Mama's neck looks elongated with the intention of looking for the figure of her daughter-in-law who is not visible.

I went in without answering my mother's question. Throwing my body on the couch with my face up. My mind is too tangled if I have to reveal this fact right now, but my parents will definitely not stay silent.

"Papa .. here!" Mama screeched, calling the king in her palace to approach us immediately. He had already sat beside me, still shaking his grandson so as not to wake up from sleep.

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"All decisions are in your hands. Papa can't interfere with this. You are the head of the household in your family. So, you must have thought to yourself," papa's response after listening to my long fairy tale that probably won't make him sleep comfortably tonight. A touch of support form lands flat on the left shoulder. While mama, could only cry stifled, worried that Ibram would hear the outpouring of pain that he felt, surely he was no less hurt than this son.

"I'll take care of our divorce as soon as possible!" I cried with complete confidence.