Young Master Ruan's lover

Just One Day

Tifani, just squint for a second. However, the sympathetic feeling did not overwhelm him. But, his mouth said another, "I'll add a bonus for you."

The bonus is your dismissal.

The waiter stood up, and bowed in thanks again. However, Tiffani, immediately threw away her face. The sound of entitlement knocking on the floor was heard carrying his steps away from the servant.

Smile Tiffani, look slanted and judge disgust. He had long since peeked at this servant who had bullied Anna, before Ethan came. He was very interested in Anna

Thus, he quietly followed in the footsteps of the girl. Hiding behind the curtains, which makes him invisible. But he can hear everything.

That's the life of a lowly man. They only know thank you, after getting the money. Few lowly people know how to resist money that undermines their self-esteem. Rich people throw money in someone's face, they're just testing his greed. The rest, they are called dust that hurts the eyes.

Tiffani left the waiter. Carrying every knock of his right, enter stepping on every floor tile of his residence. However, his brain continued to record Anna's figure so imprinted in his mind.

***

Anna just reached her home. He did not dare to enter his house. He wasn't sure he was going to show his mother a pair of red eyes.

All right, what's the right reason for a red eye with a swollen-looking eyelid. Yes, he cried just to end his relationship. If only, from the beginning he had not received the helping hand. From the beginning resist and avoid the golden-born man. Just a few words Mrs Ruan. However, the word is like a needle carrying a red needle sewing the heart. Each stitch of the heart, giving a shock and a deep wound. Pain and keep on sore.

The tears had even been drained away, like the rain that would sink the earth, not making its pain recede. The pain is like a flood that does not know when it recedes.

Can anyone teach me to forget? Forgetting someone who seemed to dare to oppose and kidnap a small life like this, only to be thrown into a bed of roses that still carried thorns in their stems. Am I able to be happy if the world stabs me with a thorn that sticks out my whole flesh? There aren't. If you can, it is only the beginning of the sweet beginning that will swallow the bitterness next. I cannot face the world.

Anna could not cry hearing her own heart scream. He wanted to end his crying. However, what happens is the opposite. She thought crying was a way for a woman to treat her heart. Apparently not. From this, he knew how deeply he had plunged into the abyss of feeling. Where he tried to crawl and climb out of the abyss, and he fell back into the bottom of the abyss of feeling. He was stuck with a feeling of loving someone very deeply. Trapped forever in that abyss.

Crete ....

The door sounds open. Loud sounds. Surprising Anna. Anna lowered her face, berusasha hid her black clouded face.

"Anna, get inside fast. I don't want to be in the neighbor's spotlight" commented Nana who was hiding behind the curtains. In all, he was unaware of the depressions of his daughter, Anna.

Anna walked in with her head bowed in.

Blam it! The door re-united with the frame. Only then did Nana walk around Anna. He looked astonished, realizing Anna looked gloomy.

"Thank your head."

Anna stayed down deep. He did not dare to show his face. What if Nana asks the reason behind her crying? He has not found the right answer.

"Bless your head!" Nana's voice is higher.

Anna stays down. Not raising the head. Not avoiding Nana, by just passing by. He remained standing in a silent position, facing off against Nana, with a hidden cloudiness.

Nana took a breath. His thumb and index finger immediately stretched out, pinching Anna's chin. Raise the chin higher. Thus, the entire face with the damming was visible.

"You crying?"

Anna shook her head, "No, I'm not crying."

Nana narrows her spit. Swallow it to the bottom of the stomach. Lying for real evidence in plain sight. Who would believe that?

Anna shook her head. However, Nana kept pinching that chin tightly. It was as if he was saddened by the story behind those pair of teary eyes.

"Then why are you crying?"

Anna quiet. He doesn't know what to say. There's nothing he wants to say. He just wanted to be quiet, and Nana stopped bringing him up.

"Tell me! Or I'll go back to Ruan's family, and beat up everyone there. Because, the iron bars are not something scary to me!"

Nana takes off the chin pinch on Anna. He walked, exactly like a half-running man, taking a coat on the hanging. Wearing his coat in a hurry. Who would dare to beat up his daughter? then he will again spit and give the same karma.

I don't like my daughter being bullied. Me, never oppress him. I even treated Anna like I was facing God. My life breathes, for Anna's happiness. Who would dare to beat him? I will return the same to him. Death is gain, life is only struggle and defense. Nothing is harmed.

After wearing his coat. Nana walked hurriedly to the door. His mind only wanted to immediately go to Ruan's residence, and step on him back.

Nana immediately put on her shoes. Only then did Anna wake up from the blue taste that filled her entire chest cavity.

"Mother ...," said Anna. Stopping the steps of the woman wearing her shoes. The woman, raising her head high, looked at Anna who had just turned to look at him.

"I-mom-" said Anna with a long pause, she created a silence that gripped Nana's heart. However, Nana waited patiently, and only gave a patient look. Patiently waiting for those trembling lips to open his voice, and tell of his sadness.

Anna swallowed her stuff. Adjusting her breathing, so that every word she spoke, did not show her sadness.

"Mother, can you give me a day to shut up, and you shut up. Give me one day to tell you all. I only asked for one day to be quiet."

Nana turned to look at the shoe rack. Silence for long enough. Go or wait another day.

One day. Just one day, it will be clear.

Nana lifted her shoes, put her shoes back on the shelf. Then, he turned to look at Anna. Giving a small nod to Anna.

"Yes, I'll wait one more day."

Anna smiled bitterly.

"Thank you."

Anna turned back her steps, taking off her shoes. Forward a few steps, putting down his shoes with trembling hands.

In silence, Nana noticed the movements and fragility of the young hand. As if, he was fragile with her. Then, a sob in his throat rose, and one of his eyes seemed to block clear water, dropping slowly. However, the back of his hand immediately wiped it off.

Feel the look that never left him. Anna raised her head, looking at the owner with a glazed look.

"Just one day. Then I will make a decision. Not just, just telling stories. This is the final answer to everything I want."

***

Seriate.