The Beginning of Torture Becomes Love

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agelika walked And kept walking, even now she was like a beggar in a shabby shirt, with bare feet, her bloody, sad hands must have been felt, angry for sure, hate what else does not need to be asked, disappointed already very deep he felt at this time

" huh "

he sighed

" from now on I've been walking like crazy, even now it's 20:00, I don't know where to go "

" to the hospital see dad?? I'm ashamed to visit my father in this situation

angelika stood in her gaze ahead but her gaze was blank, looking

the driver of the car who passed by earlier, did not know where to go, even a grain of rice had not entered into his stomach today

" but why do I feel even the slightest hunger??

only the pain that gnawed at my body, the pain when I was infested by my stepmother that I had always considered good turned out to be her own, the shame of seeing my life like this, the shame of seeing my life like this, the anger that was buried in my heart because I was kicked out of my house and stupidly I couldn't do anything2, And the most painful pain that returned pierced my heart that I now realize that I am alone facing this world"

he continued to look forward with a blank stare, occasionally his tears coming down his cheeks without him asking, showing how fragile and weak the woman was right now

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" **angellll come here to "

the soft, sweet voice was indeed namamya

"yes mother, I came "

said a 15-year-old little girl, she ran a little toward her mother who was knitting the syall she promised

" what's wrong, mom??

" well, look at it's done "

he said and raised the sky blue scarf, the favorite color of his beloved daughter, a color that is not striking but has a calming impression is very similar to plain angelika and also has soothing properties

" is that for me, mom??

angelika held her index finger pointed at the scarf that her mother had lifted up

" yes baby look at it already so, do you like it?? " he said he handed the syall to his daughter with an expanding smile

" yes mother I like it very much, this is very beautiful mother, just like you, what else is this handmade mother, mother, I like it so much that I will look after Dan and take care of him lovingly as my mother took care of me "the angelika clutched the syall And said with a passionate and passionate gebu, showing that she liked it very much, he didn't stop smiling from that moment

" well, I believe you will take care of her, but I also make emot smile here, he said and pointed to the emotion that he had knitted "

" it's a symbol that you're a strong boy and you'll smile at any moment, because you're a strong kid like a rock at sea sometimes, And you're also a mother girl who's as fresh as a coconut tree, so you won't cry easily later on "

" is mother really??

" yes* "

" well my mother I'm like an emoticon that you knit, I'll be as hard as a rock and as strong as a coconut tree* "

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but the fact is I'm not as hard as a rock, I'm not as strong as a coconut tree, I'm just a weak girl and can't what2 "an angelika said softly her eyes occasionally shed tears, she said, even now his eyes had shrunk because Sedaritadi did not stop crying, with the night wind he did not feel anymore, as if his whole body was numb because the pain was too deep in his heart

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