Don't Love Me Again
Shampoo drama

I reached the last stairway where pedestrians could cross I stared down at the lamenting vehicle that was still too slow would I have to end my life this time so that everything could be resolved I was tired god I've asked you to give me easy problems but in fact there are many trials that arise in my life and I can't live it better now I and my baby come back to you and I will tell you why did I choose to retreat from the earth.

Without anyone on the bridge I began to jump over the bridge barrier and would immediately jump by releasing both hands that were still attached to the bridge barrier, goodbye world I'm gone I can't be on earth that always hurts.

" arghhhh"

I screamed as if as these eyes opened again in the dark night of the city, but the cave is still innocent inspiration in his sleep but in my brain only think about nightmares which I just experienced

" astaghfiruallah how can I dream that bad I feel so scared now what if it really happened to me"

I frowned and thought incessantly and took out a glass of water that was indeed available on the table

I steadfast the water slowly to calm the still chaotic mind I still win myself to believe that all that will happen only in a dream

I looked at the wall that was attached to the wall that gave the blue sky

" still at 02.00 am I better check the presence of mas irfan in his room whether he has gone home and has fallen asleep or he is still outside with his friends because usually irfan will back home right after the dawn of the Adhan reverberated"

As soon as from my grumbling alone in the room that only befriended a deep silence

I ate my body to move my legs into the room mas irfan after the door of his room was right in front of my eyes I immediately lowered the doorknob that could not be locked. When the door was wide open it was not found the body mas irfan was in a bright room with a light lamp that usually turns off

" it turns out mas irfan still has not come better I bring inspiration to the living room and sleep there with inspiration while waiting for the arrival of mas irfan at dawn.

When I was about to return to the room in a cry began to accelerate my steps which was indeed his goal

The inspiration that had been writhing with his crying voice made me immediately go up to him and take his small body but there was something different from the deck this time it felt like the body temperature of the inspiration was higher than usual

My heart was more worried when I had a nightmare before and now I have to swallow and accept the bad reality

"God, why do you inspire why your body is so hot, and I'll call your father right now"

That's what I'm thinking right now

I panicked and called Irfan

Tut tutt tuutttt

Many times such a sound was heard in my ears that were still attached to my phone

" huh why mas irfan did not pick up my phone if he was very busy even so yes can not ignore my call because this is very important"

" let's pick up, please"

* vibrating phone indicates the call is connected*

" hello where are you? I need you hot irfan body mass, it looks like his body temperature is rising. I'm asking you to take me to the hospital I beg you"

I plead with great sincerity to Irfan

" but mas..."

I haven't been able to explain all the words I've had on my phone have been cut off

With my heart still ripped off I carried the body of inspiration in the kitchen and poured the strawberry-flavored syrup onto a tablespoon.

Slowly the syrup was gulped until it ran out

" maybe with this syrup intermediary inspiration can return to normal and get all his health back"

But of course, even though he had sipped a spoon of syrup, it was unlikely that he would heal quickly and it is true that inspiration is still a jerk because of the pain he suffered

"Ah cup cup cup cup cup patient yes son later surely hot you will come down and you can play again with your toys"

I calmed the inspiration in such a way and carried it in the long cloth ties stored behind my body I felt sorry for the inspiration of the moment because at this time he was experiencing extreme pain but his father bodo is still very

If time could be turned I would not force my will to be with him until I had a big fight with my father who made me queen in his heart.

The pain of my back from coming back this month of pain is increasingly tormenting me coupled with the burden of the body of inspiration that I bear on my shoulder

Inspiration that may have felt somewhat calm his eyes are now back closed with his mouth still attached right at the source of the breast milk

" rest, son, so that your body will recover faster "

" god heal my child only way if indeed I have to exchange for my health I sincerely God"

The dawn prayer had reverberated me who was waiting for the arrival of mas irfan back to the living room to wait for him to come home and he was my body even though in a sitting position to heal a little pain in my waist

And right after the adzan roaring mas car Irfan was heard parking in front of the house a few minutes after the sound of the car stopped gini had changed at the sound of footsteps leading to the main door

" win open the door win let's sneak I sleep so much nih want to sleep "

I set these two feet towards the door that has been pounded by mas irfan

* door open*

" this inspiration is still hot mas, can I ask for anther to the hospital, just a moment I use the money from the savings that you hold? I beg you I'm so worried right now"

" aghh through there I want to go to sleep first and wake me up at 6 am"

Answer irfan who makes my heart back sad

" yes, if indeed you do not want to deliver me and also my son who is sick, I will ask for help to father only I do not need your help mas because you are not reliable at any time it takes you can only scold me and also spend my money even you also took my life that you once promised my life would be much more beautiful than before in fact not mas you make my life miserable like living in the hell you purposely created for your happiness"

This time I ventured to answer in a loud voice because my heart was tired of succumbing to this is my time to fight with the attitude of mas irfan who has been very arbitrarily mena disrespect myself or the inspiration of his own flesh and blood