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LOVE STORY
Short story @MUHAJIR169
"honey, you are serious with me ?, you pity with me ?, if you really love me, you must be proof".
"I want to prove what? I must obey. I do not want to be distracted love".
The cold that penetrates into the bone marrow, making the birds afraid to fly out of the roar, the cold that turns the candle to black out, the cold that causes dew effect on the yellow lights are in the corners of the park, thus adding to the romantic atmosphere of the two dinner show fainting consoles.
"honey still silent? what a pity proof hell what?
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Desy can not say, her lips are gone, her rocks goose bumps, her horse hair stands up. Desy could not say, as if her mouth was locked, her stone was shrinking, a phrase that discouraged desire. I know his lover was shivering. All I know is that the woman nearby is cold, she is not sure what all this means, I do not know what happened, I do not know the heart.
"what a shame you're cold?
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Just a nod that Desy revealed. He does not know what his heart is. He just resigned to the circumstances. All he knew was that he was struggling to dismiss the negative thoughts. He just obeyed whatever the heart says. Desy entered into a paris-motivated house that gave rise to the elegant effect on the house with a calm color wall that adds a romantic atmosphere.
Desy just know that now he is being held by me, the rest he did not know. It feels dismissed circumstances. He did not know when he got to his room and he did not know when I was going home.
Desy had the intention to talk to me today. He's determined. He must say it. Desy also took a pink phone on the marble table near the bed pink colored as well. His hands were unable to type a word. Just looked at the phone that was from Desy did.Desy himself did not understand the way he thought. He's lingering about his own feelings. He does not understand.
"Dear..."
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The message has been sent and has reached my mobile phone.
'what do you want me to give, you ask what will I follow. Although ... '
"oh, who the heck the night people disturb sleep aja"
I thought to myself. The sound of the phonenya rings forced my weary body to wake me with a limp and still drowsy looking for the sound source. I searched for his hand phonenya which was still in the pocket of the gray jeans jeans he wore at home desy. I immediately saw and
'1 message received'
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And it was from desy. I spontaneously opened the message from my lover was because of the curiosity what the contents of the message. Not usually desy contact me late at night. the desy she knows to be spoiled, beautiful and kindly never sleeps through the middle of the night.
"Yes dear, why? How tumben not to sleep? What's wrong?"
'message delivered'
It is now 1 pm. The night wind through the bedroom window through small cracks between the carved wood carvings is very neat. The breeze, the cold made my sleep become more and the desire to carve dreams to be obeyed. But in another room there is a lover who needs her. I also struggled to dismiss the demons that penetrated the blood, fanning the heart, persuaded the mind, pulling his eyes because I did not want to ignore the message of his lover.
'what do you want me to give, you ask what will I follow. Though I should ... '
Mobile phone rings startled the torn heart. Pushing a hand to grab a cell phone and immediately open it. Hope the curiosity of the heart will soon melt by itself. Finger thumb reflex moves.
"I need proof, if you really love me ...
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With a half sleepy I read the message of the heart moon he really love. I am very dear to him, do not want to disappoint him, I always try to make desy smile and he will not forgive himself if sampaidesy grieved more so until the moon tears his heart was not can be dammed by the eyelids.
