The Random Zodiac

Chapter 42: The Flashback.

Akhhhhhhhh, practice if you make you satisfied. I have been dead for a long time. More precisely my soul is empty, my heart and my life are on him, isn't it, it's as good as dying" Ayako said with great difficulty.

Ayako did not budge, she was no longer afraid of the person in front of her. The dimmer is enough. Even for almost a year he was just silent under pressure. When he fought, even though his life was a bet. Or just the opposite? Ayako was tired and when she resigned, and no longer cared about her life.

"Once again you say his name with this dirty mouth, I'll make sure you're sorry."

"Brandon Wijaya my husband, he's mine. No one has any right to it but me. And he loves me too. And you, just between us. You're a shameless brother! You don't see what you look like, ha! How could my husband like you. Ck, don't like it, just glance at it must be reluctant to do." Shouted Ayako loudly.

Plaque...Plaque... Plaque... The slaps on his cheeks and right Ayako sounded loud. And the corner of his lips had already let out a thick, red liquid. But it did not scare Ayako. He smiled cynically at the perpetrator.

"I'm dead too, won't change Brandon's feelings. He will still love me. Because our relationship is more than you can see."

"Shut up!"

"I once waited an hour on our first date. Huh, his handsome face is still recorded clearly in memory. His smile, and the touch of his lips while gently frowning my lips. His mischievous hands that go through every inch of my smooth body. We sighed at each other because we were both enjoying the paradise of the world. Yeah, I'm his whole thing, and so is he."

" Akh, you silent jerk!"

" And one more thing, he says he's satisfied with my service."

Exactly eleven o'clock at night in western Indonesia. The son arrived at Brandon's house after returning home from dropping off Alisya. The son swept in all directions, slightly dimmed as only a few lights lit up in the living room. His body moved towards the second floor of Brandon's room. Not usually the brother has slept at this hour. When he arrived at the door of the room he knocked several times not also in the response of the room owner.

"Sister! You're sleeping?" ask the Son from behind Brandon's door. "Ngga usually sleeps at this hour." he continued later.

Remember that night I had to leave you

You said is alright and I believe you

You know I'm no good

Good at good bye

No good without you better by your side

Wish I could be there with you

I'm feeling lost without you...

Samar heard a familiar song in the ears of the Son. Yes, because Brandon often sang that song. Songs by Japanese band One Ok Rock.

Chequek. "Oh, the tumben is not in the key? Or not-don't forget?" ask the Son to himself.

Dark, as well as the distinctive aroma of burnt tobacco pierces the sense of smell of the Son. The night wind that blows as if unable to dispel the aroma. Yeah, well, there are countless cigarettes Brandon lit tonight.

"Eh, you're home?" brandon asked when she realized her cousin was already in front of her.

"Sister, Ayako will meet soon. So don't torture yourself."

"Yes, just tonight. Not tomorrow."

"It's always what you say but there's no evidence. By day you're like a savanna king, but by night you're like a chick who lost its mother."

What the Son means here are two different Brandon traits. He is arrogant, looks dashing when the day meets a lot of people. But when it's dark in its silence the night he's weak. Even the once cheerful Brandon was no more.

***

Two people combine love to pour out taste

Yes, tonight you and I are united in a fondling, in a burning romance that I call love.

I flush with love, I take care of it with a faithful. But, tipped to shut up because of the pain of leaving lara stabbing the heart of tightness of soul.

Love is a wonderful and terrible feeling, but it is also painful.

-*Diandra*Note -

Author note: Hi guys I say hello 🤗

Thank you for taking the time to read my work, and do not forget to leave your likes and comments yes 🙏

A little story is a challenge for me. I usually write with the default sentence, have to write with your words, me, you I and... uh, not and like my relationship and he who has been and 😅. Sorry I'm ex 😆. That's just 🤭

And yes, I like to write sad stories that melow like that, and this is the way I touch the hearts of my readers. I don't know, always think that life is not as smooth as a model's thigh right 😅. Okay, just my opinion yes 🙏

But one thing that I always apply in my daily life. Learning by doing. I think he can have my time! So gini is the short one I always believed in. God has arranged everything until I am at the point that now there is no way dong without results. From what I read and join at work, please join at work (May my friend or boss no one read ya 😅 bersyanndaaa) yaudah try deh nulis. And, trallaaa be a story with ambiguous wkwkwkw. Nothing, it is still a beginner, beginners are not shy 😎. Indri is just kalem kok 😚.

There was a time where I felt dim, whether there I really did not feel the mood for nulis . And I don't want to repeat that again.

The reason is that I will disappoint many readers who are always waiting for my work to update.

TRZ I prepared from May and broke in the draft and finally up in the next month. Oh, my God long bettt well 😭

I'm sorry the moody a ya ️. Understand middle-aged age 😎

For all my virtual friends that I can not name one by one, anyway I will give the best as I can 🙏 💞

Uh, how long my story is like my memory lane with my ex. Former again, call continue to look gamon no the hell 😁.

Another one, who likes melow poetry. Whether it's poetry or not. I say it, the word gabut. If you want to mess with yuk follow ig ku @indri_diandra.

Isn't it, sometimes some ears deliberately deafening to your story that is not too important to them?

Even some people applaud some of your failures?

Sometimes there is no place for us to tell stories. Brutal, right? That's world. Do not forget there is one place to complain, namely God.

Broken already, fall often, fail moreover, do not be asked incalculably. If you read my writing, one of them is the same.

It's bad this time, hopefully not tomorrow!

The dim will come back bright, happy is there. Don't look for it, but create it!

It's okay, keep the spirit!

Stay a good human being!

Wow...long once my story 🤭, already so this time. Continue tomorrow only, or in the comment field yuk 😉

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