SOMETHING IS MISSING
Cheating in Jasen's arms
"yes" Alfin tried to be as friendly and calm as possible but still fast. In his heart, he condemned why also Andi had to be permission until he had to replace.
"this is not my job". Alfie complained.
in addition, Alfin was not wanting to meet a single human.the gaze of their eyes seemed to accuse, voices sounded cursing, the wind was soaring, all could not bear his responsibility.In fact, the, soon the goods from the supplier soon arrive for restok. Alfie exploded.
"*what's more jessy than Stephanie? phani is much more beautiful and also rich! more than that, his parents helped us a lot of hard time.with them, your life will not be lacking*!"
Alfin is fed up, especially when someone connects happiness with money and beauty.everything is too naive, cliche, and absurd.for him, Jessy is already the prettiest, no one has matched her, no one has yet, however simple in appearance, in harmony with the same house to put it simply, however her parents were only melinjo farmers and home-grade emping entrepreneurs, the family's simplicity had brought an abundance of coolness to Alfin.
on the other hand, Alfin could not refuse. Pak Raihan has sustained his exit for life, that person is a fundraiser when his family is on the brink of bankruptcy when his family's slaughter chicken is exhausted in the fire. It is impossible to refuse the wishes of Mr. Raihan to match phani with him.
after work hours passed, Alfin did not immediately go home. ignored his all calls from parents, even though it was a dozen times the object rang calling.
"invitation has not been taken". so the message of his future in-laws this morning.
Alfin did not take a dizzy. in his turn off the object. afterwards, he walked indeterminate purpose, immersing himself in a world that can only be enjoyed his own.in empty his mind, he, enjoy the sensation of insanity and indifference to the world around. Alfin continued to hope that his body could continue to support the soul, because the days ahead he had to walk alone without anyone's support, including Jessy. he had to forget the face, laughter, smile, cry, and sobbing, and all the stories about Jessy, forever.morning is so dark, as dark as her heart tonight.
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the night in the city of Pekalongan is not too quiet nor too frenetic. motorized vehicles are still busy passing by. City lights are still bright enough to illuminate the blackness of us batik, batik, even though the shops were very rarely open. in a corner of a large house in the Kauman area, there was still a girl who was awake, had passed from the clang at twelve o'clock, and she was still awake, the girl kept staring at an A3-sized drawing paper with a pencil in hand.a bird-patterned batik picture *Phoenix* unfolded there. Since the afternoon she drew, she has been drawing, then give the color carefully.
"so awful is your batik color?" reprimand father yesterday afternoon.The girl was a bit upset because it has not been able to give satisfactory work.in fact, batik label "kinanthi" is identical to the color variation of the booming.
the girl's thin face seemed to sharpen even more when she looked serious trying to give another touch; the color gradation was bright. he slammed all the colored pencils on the table and stopped his work, then, leaned his back against the chair for several tens of minutes with his eyes closed.
