My Happiness

their respective dreamland, I am still tr

r of my room, it was almost 9 pm. I wanted to cu

g my little angel that I gave birth to 4 years ago normally. My room is located on the 7th floor of this building. Almost all of the employees have gone home since thi

d it was true that I suspecte

r his own best friend. I pretended to only focus on my work and didn't care about his presence, afraid that the pen

orking ove

y, he asked a question whose answer already came from him. Oh God, don't make me lose control of myself,

hinking about something. I asked what was wrong with him, but he didn't give me a satisfactory answer. I want to be a psychic who can read other people's

d an explanation from him. But what did I get? He actually ordered this wo

needed to stretch my muscles first before returning

serious problem he's hiding? "Gung!" My exclam

s for 11 years. We already know each other well, right? I know that after this dinner he will definitely start his vent session, all the things that are bugging his heart he will

tala tonight. I miss my little angel, I want to lay down my tired body immed

it of consuming favorite foods in excess when stressed even though you are not hungry. Stress can cause the body to release several str

ho is my legal husband there. What is my husband doing in that place? Two days ago he said goodbye to me wanting to go out of town because one of his cafe branches was in trouble. Then why is he in the Religious Court? Is he already

I gave in response. To you, lham Rifai, my husband, thank you for giving a

a widow, but I am actually happy w

who had lived under the same roof with me for five years. I smiled at my best friend as a sign that I

o this great question. I'm confused about where to look for him, 5 years he disappeared from my li

ome and resting is what I really want to do. Fifteen minutes through

n of their dreams. After making sure the main door was locked properly I immediately bolted to the top floor where my room was. Suci Indah Lestari, my daughter i

tears that I had been holding back for a long time finally fell. Every night I always re

inked my eyelids a few times to adjust them to the sunlight. Without me realizing my eyes are

just squirmed without even opening her eyes. Finished with the morning kiss ritua

d out that the fallen frame was the frame that framed my wedding portrait with Ilham Rifai, the man who had taken over my father's responsibility for me five years ago. Slowly but surely I approached the fram

ibility that he will stab you the deepest in the future. Th

damage me, he just didn't want to hold my

chewing it first. A year of being in love with

re there are also women who want to give

ountability. I'm an adult, and can demand justice for myself, but not with t