YUMNA AZZURA'S
121. Where is Yumna Now?
Yumna stared at the paper in her hand. He had read it all from top to bottom.
Exhaling his breath violently, he had already officially held another status. Widows.
Oh come... Why is the widow? It's just status! It doesn't mean anything. Look out there, a widow who has no children, and a widow who has no children. Dazed over how she would move on after her husband's death, who was at a loss as to who would look after their son if he worked.
Lucky she is from a family owned, not worried because the husband lives, and also not worried because they do not have children.
His life is so sad. Suppose he did not agree with this game, he would not have this status. Akh.
"Yumna. And dinner!" the sound of knocking and also the call from the outside resuscitated the daydream of his fate.
"Yeah! I'm going out!" yumna shouted, and she kept the paper in her drawer, and went out of it.
"Grandma's hungry, huh?" yumna asked what she called grandma.
The old woman simply smiled as she nodded.
"Sorry, grandma. Let's eat, Yumna's hungry too. Which grandpa?" ask again.
"Grandfather's waiting at the dinner table."
The two women of different generations walked towards the dining table.
Yes this is how Yumna is in her new right now, she lives with her grandmother and grandfather. Trying to forget the past he faced. It was the past that made him feel what it was called love. Love claps one hand. I don't know with Aldy, and yesterday with Haidar! But with Haidar the pain is very pronounced. Stabbing and impregnating in the recesses of the soul.
Grandfather and grandmother were very happy with the presence of Yumna, as much as possible they would comfort the heart that was in the middle of this rundown. Divorce with your husband is not easy. They promised to make her grandson smile again like he used to.
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The sound of the sound of music sounding deafening, disco lights that fluoresce quickly up there continue to spin making the atmosphere in this pub room more festive, the, what else with the many men and women who are now bending their bodies in the middle of the music stomping a beautiful DJ. No matter if their bodies are clashing with each other, some even deliberately offer themselves for mere pleasure touch.
Two women were sitting at the bartender's table, both holding the same kind of drink in hand. Sipping it slowly, enjoying the harsh aroma of the drink they were sipping, no longer concerned with the burning sensation in his throat.
"Akhs... Thanks Rah, you've told me about Grandma's rotten plan!" Vio raised the glass in his hand. Greeted by Sarah who did the same. He raised his glass up while smiling victoriously.
"Tama-sama Vi. Don't forget that you've become Mrs Haidar, my recommendation is the same famous director that I want!" sarah said without shame. They laughed together as they smashed their glasses together, then downed them. Seen their forehead that frowned as a result of holding back the hard taste that had just passed through his throat.
"Gue doesn't know what's going on if you don't tell me about the stalker. Good thing you told me! If not, do not know what Haidar will still believe I know not." Vio laughed with pleasure.
"Gue dear elo, elo entitled to be happy with people who love elo. Yes.. although I don't know why from the first until this second nyokap he still can't nerima elo." Sarah slightly approached and shouted to beat the sound of the music being heard.
"Want to know the story about that?" ask Vio. Sarah nodded. She was really curious about what Vio would tell her.
"here... I whispered!" Vio moved his hand inviting Sarah to come closer. The woman with sexy clothes attached to her body then approached to hear the whispers of her best friend.
"What?!! Crazy one!" she shrieked after hearing Viola whisper. Some visitors looked at them in wonder, because one of them suddenly shouted.
"Seriously elo lacquer it?" Sarah asked in disbelief at what Viola whispered to her.The woman with the shoulder-length curls just grimaced, revealing a row of white teeth.
