Twisting Time

My spoon

They went through several shops, there were many folk crafts, Airin was very happy, the idea of clothes was a lot in his imagination.

In the next few months, Airin's busyness was piling up, the task of the task, other designs that he had to send to Lili, their business was getting bigger.

Airin sometimes meets Alex sometimes not. Alex is also busy schedule, that's how he said at every time they met

The next few days, Airin was busy with her fashion studies, and Alex was also busy with her work.

Airin's heart automatically jealous.It turns out that when Alex is there to be happy, but for him not to be suspicious in the slightest, he believes in Alex.Alex is really busy.

They got more and more distance, and that night, Airin felt alone again.And could only be glued when he saw a woman knew Alex's apartment code number, he brought Alex who was drunk. This woman must have been to Alex's apartment several times until you know Alex's safety key number, as a lover, Airin felt uncomfortable, when another woman pressed the button of her boyfriend's apartment. Know it to that extent.

Airin could only smile, self-conscious, who he was. Airin again closed the door to her apartment and could only lay her body in the night bed, looking at a photo of her son. He must be strong, that's his determination.

Maybe in this world, we find it difficult to get the perfect lover, sometimes good, sometimes evil, sometimes maybe love only for a moment. Disappear and get back away, I don't know.

And that morning, as usual 'Airin woke up, cooked her breakfast and sipped a glass of juice .

Airin looked from the window, the rain was still.

From beside his apartment room, a smiling bule said good morning, with due care, Airin greeted back.Bule who is quite handsome, in the heart of Airin.New this time he saw the bule.

Airin's been taking a shower, wearing her clothes. It's been a week or so, Airin deliberately studied the MRT train route, so he didn't keep Alex busy.

And as usual, Airin rushed out of his apartment.Wearing his rain jacket, and rushed into the elevator.

Some of the greetings he used to do, became his routine.

Airin also took French classes, making it easier to speak with people there.

Airin entered the train, put up her earphones, and began to read books in her grasp.

A very sad romance story, Airin sighed once in a while.

After he expected it to arrive, he stuffed the book into his backpack, then noticed the surroundings. A boy reminded him of the prince. Airin smiled at the child, and the child replied to him, giving him a permit.

Airin accepted and thanked him.

As soon as the train stopped, Airin came out of the door, and was slightly pushed, but a figure grabbed him, so it did not fall fatally.

Their views meet. And Airin was amazed, his neighbor helped him.

" Merci, " said Airin in French (Thank you).

The bule smiled.

Airin was quite surprised, the clothes of the Caucasian are quite executive, but why ride the MRT, I don't know. Airin bowed and continued his steps.Germis was still at home to endure, as hard as his heart was ignored.

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