Risa Wedding's Story
PROLOGUES

What is the difference between Risa and the comfort woman, Risa is married while the comfort woman is not? What is the difference between Risa and them, women entertainers only once used then paid, while Risa is given money every day, and used many times? They remain the same, worn without love.

Risa stared at the back of the field that was on her back, the man fell asleep on his back. After what they felt together, the man again became frozen and untouched. Risa felt the sheets that were under her palm, only there was Risa able to get rid of everything to the clot between them. Risa looked up at the ceiling of her room, what was her job as a wife just to be a bed warmer, as a tired repellent, fulfilling biological and orgasmic needs. Then why did they marry, for what reason did they hypocritically make a holy promise before God, before their families?

A drop of tears streaming from Risa's eyeballs, with a limp she got up from the bed trying as quietly as possible. In order not to disturb Ezra's sleep, the man who is still asleep. Risa slowly closed the bathroom door, then turned on the shower. Letting the ice-cold water touch her bare skin on a gray night, swept away all the tears that would not stop soaring. His body felt crumpled, but the worst was his heart. The heart has long since been broken. But now the heart is broken. Carrying the pieces of love and hope Risa drifted into the endless estuary. It was not the marriage he expected.

Risa was in love and heartbroken, but never this deep. His love for that man. Her love for her husband, which should be easy.

What is the difference between Risa and the comfort woman, Risa is married while the comfort woman is not? What is the difference between Risa and them, women entertainers only once used then paid, while Risa is given money every day, and used many times? They remain the same, worn without love.

Risa stared at the back of the field that was on her back, the man fell asleep on his back. After what they felt together, the man again became frozen and untouched. Risa felt the sheets that were under her palm, only there was Risa able to get rid of everything to the clot between them. Risa looked up at the ceiling of her room, what was her job as a wife just to be a bed warmer, as a tired repellent, fulfilling biological and orgasmic needs. Then why did they marry, for what reason did they hypocritically make a holy promise before God, before their families?

A drop of tears streaming from Risa's eyeballs, with a limp she got up from the bed trying as quietly as possible. In order not to disturb Ezra's sleep, the man who is still asleep. Risa slowly closed the bathroom door, then turned on the shower. Letting the ice-cold water touch her bare skin on a gray night, swept away all the tears that would not stop soaring. His body felt crumpled, but the worst was his heart. The heart has long since been broken. But now the heart is broken. Carrying the pieces of love and hope Risa drifted into the endless estuary. It was not the marriage he expected.

Risa was in love and heartbroken, but never this deep. His love for that man. Her love for her husband, which should be easy.