MISSY
Not the past

Rain and coffee.

It is the most epic combination to enjoy or repeat the memory of a broken heart.

Just like Illona who just regained consciousness right when the rain fell and got heavier. It's just that there's no coffee he used to order but he never drank.

Weird huh?

Yeah, Illona was that weird.

Sighing, for the sake of expelling the tightness that does not want to leave.

He went back to daydreaming, remembering what had happened and the karma he was enjoying.

If Illona could protest instead of being a victim, but, why does she feel her karma hurts more? Ahh, Illona forgets, she often hurts her fellow man and then turns the blame on the stupid men who are tempted by her.

He had not had time to visit the father, really a tiring day, after an episode of heartbreak and an increasingly busy office, plus his father was sick and he even fainted. Very not very graceful, especially before he had felt jealous of the portrait of the new family.

His brain and heart were completely unwilling to cooperate, too stupid to ever remember his pain in the past.

Then well, Illona even forgot a foreign figure who unfortunately was the center of the destruction he had before.

He was surprised, of course. Who would not be surprised if when he opened his eyes faced a face that he had not met for a long time. Also well, Illona forgot what scene or expression she had to display before the man.

"It needs something Ta?" the voice was trembling, feeling haru, longing and the pain of guilt. He had no problem not considered after Illona realized, he was very grateful when there was no expulsion or words full of abuse when they looked at.

Illona said, hiding her left hand under the blanket, "My old man didn't need anything, except the context of the work," her hand gripped even more tightly.before adding, "Well, thank you, please, but I don't need anything from you. Except for the nanya nunyan nun."

Ibra knew and was self-aware, so on appeal he chose silence. Enjoying the silhouette of Illona's face from the side, he did not find a face full of dimness with a very different physique.

Obviously, Illona was willing to undergo plastic surgery to make her unrecognized, as well as the event that she was no longer Ita, the kind, forgiving and innocent girl. She is an Illona woman with a demonic attitude that is set free to destroy the earth, or it may be damaging itself.

Feeling the look of Illona turned her head, for the sake of seeing the man who had destroyed her, nothing had changed, almost the same as before. Also Illona held her breath as her gaze rested on the levis shirt she had given her on the man's birthday.

But, where might the man still save let alone wear clothes that have been very long.

Or maybe the guy is trying to make a new drama to entice himself to empathize, but, no. Illona won't be fooled a second time by the same person.

"You can go, maybe your family's looking," son and wife mean.

"I want to be here" he replied slowly, then lowered his head. Hides clear crystals ready to slide.

Lord...

This taste...

His feelings as well as his body were completely trembling.

He held on with all his might so that his body would not want to pull Illona in an embrace.

He wanted to.., really, he wanted to hug or maybe kiss the soft forehead of Illona, reminiscing together.

The way to make someone uncomfortable is to assume that there is nothing. Exactly what Illona is doing now.

Actually Illona was curious as to what the man was here for, more so waiting for him. And where did the man go after 12 years they didn't meet. Where did the man go after he had cruelly wounded his heart, which the woman and the child he had once chosen over him and their baby, and why he returned after 12 years of disappearance.

How did his life, did he manage to become a painter, how did he live after making Illona almost choose to die rather than survive. And there are still a lot of questions that Illona would love to ask. He was curious, seriously, can really this person come pas Illona again many-many problems.

But, Illona's prestige, just crazy she wants to ask questions as if they are old friends who are separated. The side in his heart wanted to know, but, later Ibra felt that he still cared and expected them back.

No well, Illona is anti-gold a second chance, where the problem is heavy again. It's not that good of a heart. So when he pretended to sleep while thinking about what actions he should do when meeting Ysabelle, Illona must have a long lecture with an above average tone.

Is his father okay?

The grumpy master and the regulator is okay, right?

It must be okay, right? Ysabelle will be angry if her husband is not handled well. Surely, his mother would do anything for the man he loved half-dead, not letting anything out of his sight. By the way did his mother know he had passed out and was being treated here. Or no longer care.

"So, I'm here to see you, she's worried, '" Ibra suddenly said.

Illona turned around, squealing dislike, was the man able to read her heart. It could be dangerous if it is.

And what the fuck was that? Mammy? Mother of Hongkong! it's yummy.

Although Ysabelle is strange she does not want to share a mother with a creature like Ibra who dicknya not end.

"Mother! mama! mother prett!" ketus Illona while manyun, crazy well not one.

But, wait for someone more crazy than Ibra, well, Illona herself because suddenly her heart warms when Ibra's smile rises.

You know, really, his heart became a traitor like this, cih, Illona will not melt easily, just delicious. After tampering and then still well received it***name.

Yes, his heart, please! don't be cheap, make a smile that he can melt.

Remember Illona what has happened also destroyed himself.

Damn this Ibra, the most could make his heart weak.

And again why must his smile last that long.

Let the heart cease to be comfortable with the giver of destruction.

Hate it again, yok!! Can do! it could be really.

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Sorry for Typo...

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