NEMESIS SWORN BUT MARRIED (JANDaku)

JANDAKU (52) Iyam And The Return of His Consciousness

Either after a few days of knowing Iyam, I seemed to be able to see his troubled heart.

He was depressed. But sometimes Iyam can pull out his teeth to me like a friend. Not with a soul being shaken.

I approached him persuasively. With quiet words and words. Hoping for Iyam to recover his mind, then return to his consciousness.

Love does not bring good luck to me and him. But the sanity of the brain still needs to be awake. So that we are not increasingly the object of insults of people.

Like Iyam.

That afternoon I had rebuked a traveling iceman who used to sell by pushing a cart.

The grown man's mind is too cab*l. Makes me upset and emotional for harassing Iyam.

It seems that it is not new that he does so.

"Your, here! I want to see your husband's picture! I seem to have met him!"

"Yeah, Bang?"

Iyam reached into his chest but suddenly the cab*l man also reached out and said, "Here, do I help?"

I who saw him from a distance suddenly walked quickly towards the cart.

"Hey kunyuk! Why do you hold his chest? Ck, the balloons have been hit by these iron crutches, huh?" I said with a spicy tone.

Bodo is very, he wants to be angry is better! I can kick his skin that is malnourished but his perverted brain is scattered. Kunyuk! This is what makes a man's name. Doubtless, do asusila same pregnant women who are depressed! Relax, model guy like this!

"Mom not that, Bang! Sorry!"

"Not that, not that! You think I don't see how mes*m lo! Right here! I love you a little lesson let your brain ga gesrek!"

Kutenteng collar t-shirt bellongnya.

Duh, actually I ogeluarin muscle violence even though the road was still assisted by a support stick. But, for the sake of maintaining the dignity and dignity of Iyam who already looks like sodara for me, hiks... It's someone I'm obliged to tatar!

Kutarik Iyam who is confused does not know what to do.

Some people including Iyam's mother came and lectured the iceman.

"Yes! No one else can touch your body! Especially someone other than your husband! You should be angry! Don't be quiet if you're treated like that. It's already in the act of grab*lan, Yam! You have a right to be angry! Yea?"

Iyam crying softly. It seemed like my anger at the traveling iceman was shaking his unstable soul.

Sometimes he looked at me and then looked down again.

Her tears flowed down both sides of her chubby cheeks.

Sorry, Yam! You're beautiful. Nice body. Honestly, I don't want the busrak man to fumble as good as his girl just because you are not healthy soul. Damn it's his name! If only I had been this dashing guy like a month ago, it would have been the iceman who did you no good!

"Sorry, Bang! Hik... Me, I don't know why I'm like this either! Hik hik hicks..."

"Pure. You are still young. There is still a long future, mentally you are not strong to bear the heavy burden of love. But, try not to let the striped nose men arbitrarily touch you. Yea? Take care of yourself, Yam! Love can destroy us. Love is likely to leave us gravely wounded, drowned and literally dead. But don't make ourselves despicable! We have to stand tall if someone abuses us like a doormat! Gotta get up!"

The cry of Iyam made my heart become more and more sliced.

These tears shed a few drops. But I quickly erased the trail. I don't want to be told by a bad guy.

I understand how Iyam feels. Totally understand.

Being made an irresponsible victim of love is certainly very painful. Moreover, there is a fetus that lives and increasingly large needs accountability. It certainly undermines the fragile strength of faith and mentality.

People only see from the outside. You can only say, "Cemen, frustrated by love!" But we cannot enter to see the depths of our broken souls.

Right. Love is lost, seek change.

Is correct. Love can change and change places.

But not everyone can change love and move on to another as easily as that.

It takes a process of self-maturity that depends on the character and personality of the person himself.

Tah...

Iyam crying a mouthful. His face was flushed red and his lips trembled withstanding the sadness and sobs that he could endure from growing bigger.

"Abang! Iyam say go home first! Hik hiks." he said, shrinking the rest of the tears on his cheeks.

Iyam is like a brother to me, despite our age. But her unstable soul made me want to embrace and be a sister to Iyam.

............

This is the umpteenth time Cak Subekti massage and baluran.

I still like to scream when his burly hands squeeze my bones and smear them with decoction.

"Road!" decisively.

"Huh?"

"Road, Tot! Without stick!"

I'm glaring. Swallow the saliva for a while, then stand up slowly after saying bismillah.

Eh? Gee? I this is really this?

"Nooo!!!"

I was half dead. Like a dream, I can recover as usual. After weeks of grimacing, weeping every time we move our legs. I can walk normally again.

"You are so much, sister! Thanks!"

I hugged the body of a middle-aged man whom I had considered like my own parents.

Cak and Ning also look so good on my response. Ning even to the point of tears.

"Alhamdulillah!" said happy.

"Subekti is really a top markotop!" praise me with a smile.

"I'm glad you're cured, Tot! But I'm also sad, because we will definitely you stay away!"

Hixes. I goosebumps hearing Cak Subekti's sad words. The words he said made me hit him again.

"Gatot's gonna play around here a lot, Cak!" my words made Ning pat gently next to my cheek.

"You're definitely back in Khan's capital? Your father is worried about you if you intend to go back there!"

"It looks like Gatot will stay here, Cak! Close to Mom's Dad. It's also easy to get to Cak and Ning too!"

I smile. My sweet words can be a comfort to him who has entered the age of twilight.

"Unsert us to your wedding, huh Tot?" said Ning with shining eyes.

"Chose? When's it? Now it's still an acute singles, Ning!" I muttered with pursed lips. Sad, embarrassed and a little upset.

"That's..The young lady your father said that? You guys are in a guard period, right?"

"Hehehe...! Ask for Cak and Ning's prayers, I'm mah! I hope a girl accepts me for who I am. There's nothing. Because of me, I don't have anything, sister! Hiks huaaa's..."

We laughed together. Embrace each other like parents and children.

Lord... Thank ye. Have you sent me a husband and wife who loves me sincerely like this. Alhamdulillah!

Tok tok tok tok

"Assynjetoy!"

"Goddessalam..."

Iyam emerged from behind the door with a beautiful smile, as usual.

But this time there was a plate of food Iyam brought.

"Sir, Ning! Here, I make rice packs for Cak, Ning also Bang Gatot!"

I almost choked.

This is the first time Iyam has spoken my name correctly. And our eyeballs looked at each other for just a moment. Because Iyam immediately looked down embarrassed.

Thanks God! Iyam has regained consciousness!

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