The rest is in the new marriage agreement kk… 😊 Tari left the door open and the light came in. Her husband approached slowly. “Mas Bian,” Tari exclaims slowly. Bian still doesn`t move Mas Bian. Dance slowly shook her husband`s arm. “I`m sorry,” Tari said, wiping away tears. “So uncomfortable.” Dance nodded enthusiastically with a broad smile. The best day ever. “No rice. I make pancakes,” says Tari. “It looks like we`re out of milk.

This weekend should be shopping. I saw what was in the fridge for breakfast. “I want to drive it! “Tari exclaimed, pointing to a large boat that swung high. Please click on the AV link at the bottom of the contribution ya mba… Good story, thank you. Especially the first 👍👍 yes blocked emang or mmg ga no follow-up.🙄 “You why? Vertigo? “Tari asked, seeing her husband`s pale face. Dance opens the helmet glass and lets the wind hit his wet face with tears. He`s tired of having it all. Tired of constant grief. Tired of waiting for her husband to change. Tired of being the only one trying to be alone.

He wants to be happy. They want to live a quiet life. Bian sighed softly, he wanted to enter the front room and his movements stopped. “Dance…. “Yes, compensation,” Tari replied. “If you do harm, there will be compensation.” They play all day, almost every adrenaline-provocative trip they try to make. Eventually, Bian took his wife on the Ferris wheel. The stars are already visible in the darkness of the night. You can see the Jakarta lights from above.

Dance gently massaged Bian`s neck when her husband spat out his breakfast. He took fabrics and eucalyptus oil out of the bag. He didn`t know that Bian was the first to feel bad when he finished the game. Close Bian. She did not expect Tari to think about the marriage she had. Moreover, she did not think so long about the consequences of her meeting with Sarah. Bian stood aside and looked for a bush to remove his entrails. Please contact the author for his novel mbk, 08158140664 “I also have something to tell you. I have not told anyone. I want to share it with you. Bian was breathing deeply. Maybe Tari won`t appreciate what she`s going to tell me.

But he has to tell me. So his wife knows the real state. “I`m glad you told me about your parents. Thank you for believing in me. It`s certainly not easy to share the past you want to forget,” Bian said. A little smile dances. Looks like the plan is going smoothly. “Mas Bian.” Tari knocked again at the door of her husband`s room. “Standing up…

it will soon be azan. “I`m going to wake you up. We both pray at dawn at the mosque,” said Tari. I ask for compensation if you oppose yourself,” Tari said. Sarah nodded. “Don`t go,” he says softly, his eyes glassy.