The Ex-Personal Line

new steps again and again

your pocketbook is getting thinner.

Dara stroked the pink wallet of a mouthless cat with a white ribbon and a light purple shirt. With affection and full of tenderness in the trunk of his wallet of course with a sad face. He had to spend his savings to pay for lunch which was the case of Ima and himself. Though still another week his checking account increased from the results of his labor sweat even though only a little did what he should have done. The majority of his work is done by Ima, not because Ima is kind and not arrogant nor diligently saving. But because Ima geregetan saw the work of Dara who was catapulted to hunt him. Ima with all his laziness can get ideas beyond the sense of other friends including himself. But it makes Dara inferior

hah. My red paper changed color.

still grumbled Dara on the way home to his boarding house. Shaken his body and head like a child sulking to his parents.

"WOY.." Ima's screams blared among the street noise.

" don't shake the canyons" at the slow speed of the motor driven by her and slowly stop at the shoulder of the road with the penny light on

" if you want to die alone, don't jump"

" gw has not married... has been left married. I have not also shown how can move on his gw and glowing gw after being left. must be able to make the ex regret leaving gw"

I don't know since when Ima has dropped from the motor after turning off the engine and parking the motor with Dara still on the bike. Ima ruffled her waist with a serious face, while Dara with a confused face

'mad, Ima strong amet markirin motor there gw his'

'can be slammed this if he's berserk' Dara's face changed pias

"why do you like overheated worms, rocking on a piggy bank" Ima is still in serious angry mode

"that was..."

'let's think..brain come on'

"WHAT!!" up an octave of the voice of Ima

'oh dead gw'

Tara seizure

"there's an animal that's got on the shirt"

Ima reflexes beat Dara's whole body

"Where, where"

ima's goal is to repel animals that enter into Dara's clothes but what Dara feels is even like his body is being persecuted

'oh.apes very gw'

Dara can only lament her misfortune due to her own money

'broken, beaten again'

"Ra, this is wasp oil to help olesin to the back no" Ima suddenly entered the room without permission and thrust a bottle of oil in Dara's face.

Dara did not answer just turned her body and opened her shirt. Showing his back in some places looks like a small bruise.

"I'm sorry Ra..."

"hand reflex"

Ima brushed Dara's back gently and carefully because Ima felt guilty towards Dara.

"Yes, not pa pa pa"

"but you're fine, Ma"

"hands I'm not okay. Lo's back even bruised"

"this is not what it means" pointed Dara to her own back

" Lo's fine about Bimo" in an awkward tone Dara asked

Ima sighed slowly

" I'm fine now"

"gw ma Bimo is not a match"

"Doain let me meet a good soul mate"

Dara got up and hugged Ima tightly