Nayanika Temporary Wedding

Bianca POV

I saw the girl, her gaze was innocent. When he first offered to drink, he seemed hesitant and inferior. She's too pretty for a housekeeper here.

My beloved whom I adored for many years loudly told me in front of me, full of smiles. Is it that easy to like women? Or vice versa; is it so easy that the woman makes all men captivated?

He's been different since I asked him to talk. He's smart, clever, a little petty. He hid the height behind the underground low he threw. I caught it, but he insisted on just looking for work. When I looked into his eyes, I felt, this isn't him.

He pushed me away, until his body hit me. Fall down. He saved me from a motorcycle that day. The third time I saw him as without a burden to help. Again, I could hardly hate him even though I knew that he might take away my love.

He hit my father's mistress at the crossroads. When I was dragged and almost humiliated. Yes, at that time it was too early to match the number six. The road is in a hurry, it looks like he's bad luck. Walking from home to work every day is not a light thing. The meaning, insults and slaps from my father who defended his mistress was not at all he felt, he still smiled at me while helping me go to a safer place. He calmed me down, then parted, went by.

Many times I came to the house just to chat, he was still evasive with all the arguments that seemed imposing. He was always right when my school knowledge was up, he always spontaneously answered when my impromptu questions were raised. But, He always looked down when I asked about family, he always smiled forcefully when I asked about his baby; the one she just admitted was her brother's son she'd taken care of since high school. He goes every time I ask him about honesty. But at that moment he admitted everything. With tears.

A sweet song came out of his mouth that sounded melodious, I sat at the second table and really clearly saw that he was the great braggart who captivated my man. He looked at me as if he was wailing, begging to shut down all the secrets.

From that moment on we were friends. By promising to keep each other secret.

Yeah, he's the one. The only woman who makes me sincerely give the person I love. No harm, his life always suffered, even if I was in his position, maybe I was almost crazy.

Now that I know his house, he took me unconscious, but this is not the house, rather his bed is not at all luxurious. Room size 2x3 meters. Far from comfortable. He could only afford to rent it, because he gave all the money to his parents. Again, he's his spine.

At first glance using logic, I feel claustrophobic being both in this narrow place. But all became wide when I saw him sleep bent over by hugging his own knee. Early in the morning he left, still had time to blanket me who returned to sleep. I don't know any more news from him, which I heard, he was scammed for negligence, fell asleep at work.

I want to feel like I defended him when snapped by the owner of the power of the house sounds crisp, but he just smiled. he strengthened himself under the pretext of being trained. I am ashamed to see myself only able to envy when my lover loudly praised, when in reality, this woman indeed deserves praise for her skill in hiding her own mental wounds.

He only fell asleep for 2 hours in one day. Then work hard for his dream to return. Although not in accordance with the conditions, he was willing to be a big liar, just to keep the feelings and make happy parents.

I saw him panic at the time, he was crying incessantly. My friend who was ostracized since childhood was sobbed to know the owner of the power of the house lying unconscious. Her body was shaking violently. I know, she's had trauma since childhood. He was always blamed for things he did not do. He hates himself.

In the corner of the hospital he was bowed lethargic. The impact that breaks the eardrum is not lubricated. My best friend was too broad-hearted to accept insults he did not have to admit. But this time his chin was raised, his eyes screeched quickly to see the owner of the voice insulting his parents, even his self-esteem mortgaged, but the name of the parents still he guard.

I saw him handcuffed. There was a bruise on his forehead, maybe last night he did it again. Yes, he often beat himself up when feeling hurt. There's nothing he can do. Who is to blame for God's destiny? By ourselves.

That night my boyfriend and I went to see him, just to make sure he was safe there. I brought all the clothes and equipment I needed. He had no one here, he was even betrayed by his own master. The poor friend. I saw him staring far away, no crying and no complaining. She forbade my lover to release her quickly, again - again, she could always keep Bhramsy captivated.

Some days I'm trying to find evidence, by all means, I have to know that he's not the culprit. Thank goodness God has made my path easier. Butwhat? Ransom as collateral? He's been guaranteed? How's this procedure? What does that guy mean?

I finally gave him the money he asked for, dealing with an eel that was difficult to catch, now he can buy oil. I do not dwell, I follow the path of his will, provided my friend can return to pursue his dream.

Ah, let it be, those 2 cars I don't use very often. Let it be, and again, since my father left, the car was like our family in his eyes. Little chubby.

I still have money left over, I bought a new cell phone and a slightly more spacious room. I told him to move because I knew he wouldn't be safe there. Let me give you this phone later. As gifts.

Never did I know what it feels like to be loyal to a friend like this, right when he hugged me the other day, kindness is contagious, life is sowing. God will avenge all and the laws of nature will be his guarantee.

From him again I understand that sometimes a lot of people are wasted. We were both among them. I am wasted in a messy family, while he, wasted by reality and circumstances. He better understands what it's like to be me, because he was in my shoes once. But I was never in his position, hopefully never.

I call him Nai. A beautiful woman who since childhood had no friends, her childhood was full of punched wounds, snapped, no friends shared even if only partially. He just bowed down to earth, living a depressed life. Ever since he helped me, I've been trying to change myself for the better, and become his best friend.