MISSY
Uncompleted

Illona was fed up when what she saw in the morning was Ibra's face smiling so widely, as if Illona was the most beautiful natural name and in the future.

Plus the Ibra instead buy curry poultice with additional grilled chicken, their breakfast was when they were still together.

Between willing and prestige, yaiyalah, who is not ashamed to eat food from the former. Where his ex was so depraved again.

Ibra just a sincere smile, not angry because of the nonsense Illona disposed of without feeling. Well, wrong Ibra is also still keukeuh here even though it is not considered.

"Can you go anyway?! ngintilin other people can, not here, make a sepet." must be well, this guy Illona bring to the glass seller so it can ngaca it, how the behavior first. Moreover Ibra is the most powerful reason that forced himself to change so far. This even came without permission as if they were a couple who were far apart and wanted to get back together.

Although Illona last night wanted to melt, it did not become. Fortunately he even dreams of meeting Fransiska the female demon who behaves above Illona.

And it turns out it doesn't change, the pain is still the same, maybe last night just euphoric because it can meet the ex.

Because Illona realized she could not really heal even accept this Ibra, there was only her heart and mind that began to mature to receive. Putting aside feelings of anger, disappointment and sadness well also applies like teenagers who can meet again the same first love.

Ahh, crazy indeed, it could have been last night he almost collapsed.

"We're done for a long time, if you think I'm okay, yes. I'm good, better than ever. Even if I can be honest I feel happy and comfortable with myself now." Illona began to imagine, what he said was the opposite of what he felt.

His hands clenched at the side, his gaze growing sharper. Illona could also see the man's face pale.

"You've been missing for too long, it's got me used to it. So, if you can't go back, you should be happy with your own choices."

Ibra menggelos, she knows it's not easy. But seeing how Illona could be as confident as it was making her in a slap. He knows but doesn't seem to be conscious. Illona had suffered a lot and was bleeding from it, but, she still presumptuously hoped to be allowed back together.

"It's not my choice if you want to know." Ibra was tired of being blamed and in a corner without being given a chance to defend.

"If you forget, you choose Siska and her child and agree to abort the baby." Illona thinned her lips, smiling wryly.

"I don't have a choice, it's a choice for us to get hurt." The Ibra wanted Illona to hear and understand it as well. He was also injured when their baby was even forcefully removed, rather than being greeted with joy. He regretted very much, when he did not have the power to choose a choice and he was destroyed when all the dreams he had painstakingly arranged were lost.

"The fool always looks for excuses to save himself, including cheating." Illona refused, that's for sure and Ibra should understand. But his heart really doesn't want to. He was still willing to try, because 12 years was enough time to torture and make him tired of being a coward.

"Why is it now?" illona asked slowly, wanting to smash anything or throw her glass.

"Because, I can only come back when I've stabilized myself."

"You know you don't deserve to be forgiven?" ask Illona fiercely.

"Ta, please" he said begging, if he could go back in time, he would pay for anything. He will survive to choose Illona and their baby. Maybe now they are big and go to school, they might live a hard life but Ibra promises to do any job to cover their needs. He really wants to, if he can.

"Ta, please beat me up, I can't keep being a coward and run away from trouble. We're both not at peace yet." Ibra knelt down, then her gaze looked up, she looked at Illona with all the feelings she had. He wants Illona to know that if he is equally injured, he is also sick.

"Don't gini Ta, you may ask anything from me, anything, but.., don't ask me to leave." Because Ibra won't be able to lose Illona or see the woman she loves the most with other men. Yesterday was a sense of unwillingness when Illona had a relationship. Well, even if he can't do anything.

"I have Ta's promise, which is why I just showed up." his breath was hunting, his eyes were back. Ibra doesn't care if he's labeled a selfless man, whiny and stupid. Ibra accepted because it was true.

"You can make your promise to others, but I'm not the same!" reply Illona ketus.

"You *****! you know that! you have wasted me! you left after destroying! go away as if you have not committed a great sin! you don't know I'm depressed! I'm in plastic surgery! you don't know how devastated I am when you know there is a baby being sacrificed, you are a dumb bastard don't know yourself! Then come again as if all is well, say the matter of feeling! You don't know anything." Illona clutched her palms firmly, making her nails stick in her palms.

Ibra knows, knows, but free Illona won't believe it anymore.

He smiled wryly, "I know Ta," lowered his head, then added. "But you won't believe it?! Just like I'm gonna explain you, you don't want to believe." Their chance was up, when Ibra chose to leave and not come back.

"I won't believe it anymore." Illona chose to leave with a bloody palm. He doesn't care, really, because his pain is lost to the pain in the heart.

He chose not to go back to the man, and actually wanted to know what explanation he meant. But, his brain kept remembering to keep remembering how he used to be injured and alone.

Ibra wanted to roar, beat herself, should she listen to Ysabelle or listen to her friends not to come back, maybe she was not a match with Illona. But he has no power when his heart is working. Continuing to cultivate hope, delusion also continues to water him with dreams that he made himself.

Illona leaned her body right in front of the father's room. His eyes blurred, as the netra of his and the father sat.

There are wounds that try to be redam, there is pain that is swallowed by itself, there is hope that makes it more crowded. The pain in his chest did not go away.

His fucking tears won't stop, as he recalls what happened.

Then everything changed when his father chose to agree to abort his baby. Her own grandson.

Illona gets even crazier as the shadow keeps coming and attacking her in guilt.

Then there was Ysabelle who stared at him fiercely, as if no matter where Illona was teary-eyed with a broken heart.

It's ridiculous really. Illona cursed, then in her swab rough tears were left.

Then he turned away with the swearing he had. Stripping his rough legs, while the lips he pulled forward.

What the fuck, is he was casting the latest doom movie or join a reality show make melek. Because after that Illona laughed.

Choked with tears.

Mused.

And came back to believe that he was Illona not the weak Ita.

So Illona chose to buy a cimol because she was hungry. And the little pimple was running close to his car.

Yes.., times, it keeps on passing with the stomach of the sound. Not very elite.

So, yeah, come eat. He thought about it later.

And kok can well, he who again melow-mellownya even tempted cimol spicy barbecue seasoning.

Kan brazennya, he became not the maximum sad.