The Virgin Girl Belongs to the Master
Kado

Naya arrived home. He was tired on the living room couch. His mind was messed up, it felt overwhelming. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

"Mr... Is he really my father? Then why is it like this now? It's here." Naya touched his chest. "It feels weird, Grandma. Why am I being like this? Why is my life so fucked up?"

Slowly a drop of water began to fall. Somehow explain the sense that is attacking now.

Sighing for longer breaths, Naya decided to get off the couch to take a shower. However, accidentally the eyes saw two gifts that Jordan brought last night.

Tears are back. But he also took that thing. As expected, it was just jewelry. One box contains a jewel ring and the other box contains a necklace with many jewels.

Stuffy. Naya starts to feel that, but she still has to be strong. After all, life must go on. Even though the pain must be faced.

In the box there is a letter. Naya was grieving so hard for him.

"Sok romantic really, anyway," grunts her while wiping away tears. He chuckled for a while before finally opening.

Hi gorgeous. Hi Mrs Mike. I'm sure when I read this letter your head is still a bit dizzy. Yes yes, I am sure because last night I must have devoured you without pause. Don't mistake me. Blame yourself for being so opiate.

Naya chuckled, she had tears coming back. "Basic playboy. There's no better word than this what? It could be such a pervert. You crocodile."

Returning a deep breath, Naya still had to continue reading.

I sent this before we got the reception. I don't know, maybe a lot of people say I'm crazy. I just want to show you how happy I am. I can't even think straight. Just you and you. I've always wanted to love you the whole world not just jewelry. Not because I consider you a matre. Quite the contrary. You're different and that's why I can't let you go.

Again, Naya wiped away the tears again. Her lips smiled even though she felt unusually tight. Believe me, if people who have not given good memories even silly, it will still eventually make people who remember so cry.

There is no objection. Point.

Happy anniversary 1 year.

Naya's first successful letter was read with tremendous inner upheaval. Now his hand opened the second letter. Although still crowded, Naya still ventured to continue.

Naye. Hows it? Am I in your heart? Have I succeeded in having your heart fully? Is that man's name still you keep?

If so, get ready tonight. We're dinner. I'll get you pregnant again. Let all your thoughts be poured out for me and our children

Happy 2nd anniversary.

This time Naya's cries instantly broke. He roared loudly as he threw the jewelry on the floor. Pain, really. The wound is getting wider.

"You're bad, Mike! Wicked! If that bike is to me why did you die first! If there are so many life plans why should we die? If you love me why make me sick like this? You Evil! Goddamn bum! Fuckin' shit!"

Naya continued to roar. He cursed at will. The harsh words that have been dwelling in these few years are also gushing. Unfortunately why still does not bring relief in the chest. On the contrary, he was even more in pain. Old memories air like movies played and repeated.

Not to mention Ken's presence and Burhan's condition. Honestly, he felt mentally unbalanced.

Gegas Naya looking for a cell phone. He called someone from that flat object. "Mbak Mala's. I need a favor. I need a vacation. Please prepare everything."