The Destiny 41
Prisca
There's a reason Martin didn't bother Diaz at all. In addition to respect for Maria's father who was killed in a traffic accident at kilometer 90 of the Cipularang Toll Road, which rumors are haunted, he still can not
forgetting Priska. Priska.
Motherly woman who always had short hair–near like a man-it died of cervical cancer. His marriage to Priska occurred when he was 20 years old, and took place lightning, without very careful planning and even seemed rushed.
Priska knew her age was soon, so begged her to come right away
marrying her. The girl who was younger by a year than Martin was eager to be able to say the sentence, “Yes, I am willing,” in front of a priest. Fortunately, Martin's parents
including both people who are not disobedient. Rest is soon to be had and their marriage can be
it goes on and does not end quickly. At least two years old is the marriage age of Martin and Priska.
Martin looked at Priska's face on the study table (Or you can
call it a work desk, because Martin has long since left the school world). He smiled and was very confident, through the photo, Priska also looked at him smiling.
“Pris, know not?” Martin started talking as if his wife was there.
“Very many interesting events in this house, after you leave. Starting with the child of
papa's friend I have to stay here because both of his parents died while returning home to attend the wedding of his relatives to my exciting adventure with the sister who likes insensitive in Puerto Rico. Right you said,.”.
Martin's eyes began to fade. He tried not to cry. Waterlogged
eyes that start to pierce.
“No, I'm not crying, I'm smiling. Look, smile right?” martin said
in the picture of his wife. In his room where the lights had not been turned off and the air from the cold air conditioner began to go too far because it had been turned on for a long time and in a temperature size of eighteen degrees Celsius, he was blown away. Without noise. By ourselves.
“Truely said you used to,” said Martin, who now barely sighs.
“Your departure brings joy to my life. A year after you left, Mary and her sister came; then this house was always filled with a crowd that I thought was ridiculous. If you were alive, you would laugh seeing my sister's behavior the same
her fiance, the Maria. Always like dogs and cats, when actually in love with each other.
They were both ashamed.”
“If you are still alive,” Martin sighed.
“When I went to Puerto Rico, I
keep on shadowing you. If you were alive,...beuh, the beach is so exotic, you would love deh.”
Without Martin realizing it, Mary watched him from outside her room. Looks like Martin
forgot to close the door. Mary pensively observed the other side of her brother-in-law. Unusually Martin who often performs silly actions - so far from the impression of an authoritative brother - now it looks quite melancholy. Maria was really curious about the object of Martin's eyes. Whose picture is that? During his stay at Rohie's residence, he did not know Martin's wife was. He is known to be coquettish and outspoken, but still holds some eastern values, one of which is maintaining privacy. Impolite, is not it, just go into someone's room without permission?
Looks like question “Photo who the hell?” it need not be long harbored by Mary. A hand floated before his face. It was Diaz's hand, which came out of the room to go to the bathroom which was right next to Martin's room and the stairs leading to the second floor, where Maria and Agatha's room were located.
“What's wrong?” ask Diaz. “Kok daydreaming?”
Maria immediately threw away her face. He grunts. Still upset when I found
her husband was thinking of another woman.
“Udahan why the hell lash,” pinta Diaz, exhale. “You are already two years old
twenty-five years, not a teenager anymore. There is no need to also ramble kayak gini.”
“You also think about that girl again?” attack Maria defensively. “Pakai muji-muji
“So you're jealous?” search Diaz nyengir.
“According to you?” ask Maria sewot.
Diaz chuckling. It soon stopped laughing because of Mary's sharp grin. Moments
that is, Martin realized his behavior was being observed.
“Eh Diaz, Maria, what are you doing in front of my room?” ask Martin the second
his eyes are still a little dull.
“Gue wants to go to the bathroom, want to pee.” Diaz replied. “If this centile girl anyway, do not know anymore why stand in front of your room.” He looked at Maria.
Maria's face suddenly sourly looked at Martin. “Ng-ng-nothing really, really,
Bang. Just passing by, want to go to the kitchen – for a drink. And I accidentally saw, Bang
Martin again see photo..”
“Oh that photo,” cut Diaz. “That's a photo of his dead wife, about two
years ago. Her name is Priska.”
“I'm not the same as you well,” Maria said cynically.
“Well I'm just telling you, anyway. Don't worry about why.” attacked Diaz.
Martin shakes his head, grinning. “You are a mute storm. Getting a little bit can't
hell?”
“Gue really want to get along, but the girl who likes to sulk is not clear this seems not to want to deh, Bang.”
“Cowoknya also insensitive.” When the word ‘sensitive’ flowed from Maria's mouth, Diaz immediately went away while shawling.
Martin chuckles at the behavior of his only child. Then he changed to look
his sister-in-law. He said: “Oya, Mar, which Diaz said was true again. All I saw was, my Priska-wife who died before your match. He died of cervical cancer.”
“Oooh... I'm sorry, Bang..” Maria said.
“Nothing, it's been a long time ago.” said Martin smiling. “About that
how?”
“About, Bang?” Maria's forehead is slightly wrinkled.
“That's... tickets to Puerto Rico? Grub
when is the flight schedule?”
“Oh it... know,” Maria shrugged, then just waltzed into her room.
Actually Maria was very eager to use the ticket with Diaz.
Dating alone with the person he loves even before the match
lasted. But with Diaz's obnoxious attitude today, he's ogah set out to
Puerto Rican. At least until Diaz apologizes and confesses his guilt.
