When You Become the Winner

Vaccine day

It was the day of the vaccine, the morning I left home for the vaccine health center. the form was completed and I was sitting there waiting for the announcement of the vaccine form collection.That morning I got WhatsApp in from him,

🤵 : can I see you this afternoon??

👩 : come to home

my answer is simple because I have guessed how this all goes.

🤵 : meet yu de.. go home to work on the road

👩 : ngga a🥺 why not go home .

🤵 : sorry well de. sorry aa kalo aa many salah🥺

👩 : dd should how a..? wrong dd what?? until the family dd no one wants Nerima dd😭😭😭😭

🤵 :g....🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

👩 : why a..? even now aa herself does not dare to come home why..?

🤵 :tgl next 7 months father wants to bed him (call his ex who had a relationship with him)🥺

👩 : a aa...........😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

🤵 : 🥺🥺🥺 sorry

don't cry.....

👩 : yes Allah a😭😭😭😭😭

🤵 : this plan same mother kk de. aa also gatau😭

.(do not I foolishly believe in his words)

🤵 : yaudah later let aja take the money to the house ⁇ ️

👩 : why a ..? make it the last time to the house....,?

🤵 : sorry well de.. once again aa sorry, later can yes aa want to hug the same kiss once ajaa ..🥺🥺🥺

👩 : aa. ..aa. 😩😩😩😩😩

🤵 : can yah de.........

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that morning was really messed up and hancuurrrrrr.. Tirmataa dripped in the middle of the crowd. fortunately I wear glasses because it brought a lot of motor dust dust...

after a while I tried to wipe every tear that fell on my cheek I tried to keep smiling when there was someone I knew in front of me. at that time I sent a message to my mother .. a message containing screenshots of chattan that his family would like to bed the woman of his choice.. after the message was read I called my mother

👩 : buuuu😭😭😭😭😭😭 (my tears broke again on my mother's call)

👵 : huusst.. huustt .. have not cried yet....

👩 : mom.... this is gimnaa....?

👵 already .. You calm yourself first. how have the vaccine finished.

👩 not yet bu . It's still waiting for queue

👵 later go home his heart yes. bring his motor slowly do not speed speeding.

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I know my mother's feelings. surely she was very worried about my situation . which she feared for sure when the way home.she was afraid I was not focused on the trip especially with the situation very hancuurr it.

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while sitting waiting for the queue in my heart I always ask "why can it be like this".

when I heard my name on the call, I immediately opened the room to follow the rules of vaccination.believe my fear of syringes is no longer making my hands vibrate, because at that time all I had in mind was a personal matter of my beauty .. until the moment of injection syringe, I did not feel my tears dripping...

why does it hurt neng...?..

hhmmmmm.not kok bu (i replied to the midwife).

so what..? kok nangis..?? (asked me again with a smile, seen from his eye line drawn to the side corner, because at that time I was wearing a mask so I could not see the smile of the midwife behind the mask.. but from the corner of the eye very clearly the midwife smiled)

hehe .. Why not ma'am (i replied with a smile behind my mask to the midwife in front of me).

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.lanjuuttt next part yes guys....

lebiiihhhhh sakkiiiitttttt niiihhhh😭😭😆😆😆😆😆😆😆