That Cute Woman is my wife

Please Help Him.

Pov Ibrahim.

Whose heart will not be broken, and become two, victims of the pride of love. What to say, rice I plant, grow weeds.

I sang a heartbroken song, for my heart had been split in two, and broken into pieces. I can't put it back together. I became a slave of love, for adoring him too much. I was crazy for love itself. I refuse to live a normal life. I rejected every suggestion that came in. I deny all the empathy that flows. I even ignored the tears of the woman who had given birth to me. The tears were too late to flow.

I threw away my meaningful future to fulfill their selfishness. I ignore my world for their happiness. But the more I followed the storyline they assembled for me, the more I was tormented. No one can understand me. Even my love has found another love. Who do I love to?

Trying to open your heart to another love, but it feels very different. I chose to live in the streets to meet my love. I fought hard so that my love would not be in vain. It turns out that the love I fought for all this time was just pseudo-love.

I cried, roared, and screamed as she left me to meet the man she called her true love. Where will I take this love? I thought my struggle could melt everyone's heart, but I was heartbroken. I found a sharp pebble in the middle of the road, until my feet hurt so much when I stepped on it. My feet are bleeding along with my wounded heart.

Can't God be kind to me just once? I hugged my god face every night through a piece of photo. She smiled sweetly at me. But that smile wasn't for me. I'm just too big a head in deciphering it.

I finally chose to turn my soul around like crazy, so that the whole world and its contents could understand how much I was tormented. Doesn't anyone feel sorry for me here?

I need my woman, my love, the adoration of my heart, I miss her moon-like smile at night. Its bright lights adorn the blue sky. Although the moon appears at night, but the light is able to show how blue the sky is.

Every day I cry, and then I laugh a second later. Then change by singing a love song while saying her name, Shella Yolanda.

Shella Yolanda, beautiful and cute woman. The thief of my heart, my inner ruler, and the amplifier of my life. Budi pekertinya sublime, making anyone would fall for him. Her beautiful stature, promised paradise. How can I reject heaven? isn't heaven a place for angels and angels? let me live among them.

Slowly the love song changed into my death song. Yeah, I've been dead a long time since I learned the fact that the love I fought for now belongs to someone. Like planting rice, but growing grass.

I cried out in my heart, "Until when should I wait for the love that punishes me? for there is no other, it is up to YOU, Lord." Can anyone hear my screams? even Mom and Dad always close their eyes and ears, like I'm nobody.

Every day they come to see me, making sure I've filled my empty stomach. Do you know what makes me feel empty? it was not food, not drink, and not friendship, but loss that made me feel empty.

My soul rejected their existence, I don't want my heart to be normal again. Let it break like this, so that they understand, that all this time I have come to the point of exhaustion. Yeah, I'm tired of living a lie. They lied to my life that meant so much. I feel like I'm on the brink of a precipitous abyss.

Every day they cry over me, as if I were dead. And I just heard. I don't want to try to restore my senses. As long as my love hasn't come to see me, I refuse anyone. My only love I need is Shella Yolanda. Only a simple woman full.

"Shella, don't you hear me say your name all the time? can you feel how much pain this love I'm holding? I died a thousand times imagining how you found your true love." I started singing my own heart-broken song. Oh God, give me one chance to meet him, even if it's death. (Kok so mewek ya write Ibrahim's heart?)

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Pov Author.

At the apartment, Shella was cooking for her husband. She plans to celebrate Akemi's birthday. No festive celebration, just dinner together with a romantic atmosphere.

Before long the sound of a bell rang, indicating that there were guests coming. Shella turned off the stove, and went to open the door to see who had stopped her cooking?

How surprised Shella was to see someone who came to see her with a face full of guilt. The sense of regret was very noticeable on his pale face.

Shella's body trembled, her soul was shaken, and her heart felt worried. What else will he say this time? thought Shella.

"Tante Nisa?" shella said with a trembling voice while staring in disbelief. Yes, Nisa came to Shella with all her humility. He threw away all the ego, in order to fix the regrets that have happened.

"Shella, hu, hu, hu." Nisa's shaking while resting at Shella's feet. The crying sounded very painful. What makes a Nisa cry and rest at the feet of Shella the poor unlucky carrier? at least that's what is often used by a Nisa on Shella.

"Wake up Auntie, please don't be like this. Get up" said Shella as she led Nisa to her feet. However, the woman was too stubborn to listen to Shella's words.

"No Shella, let me rest at your feet. If necessary, I will wash my feet. The foot I pushed into the valley of destruction first. Hu, hu, hu, forgive Aunt Shella, forgive Auntie. Aunty too upholds self-esteem to accept you. Forgive Aunt, hu, hu, hu." Nisa's getting louder and louder. He has no power to resist all the feelings that exist.

"Meet him son, meet Ibrahim. He's dying, son, he's dying. Only you can restore his crippled soul. Hu, hu, hu." Shella's body weakened. His heart returned to trembling. Ibrahim's soul is paralyzed? wh why? what happened to that guy? why did his life become a fragile tree and ready to collapse? Shella thought there would be no more problems in her household after a year had passed. But the real test has just begun.

Then Shella said, "Don't forget to like, comment, and vote?"

Happy reading. 😁