I cried all night. And when I woke up, I found my eyes were very swollen. I can't possibly meet Oma with looks like this. I'm the laziest when I'm not in the mood and get asked many things. I definitely won't answer, and make others shorcoming, and think of me as ugly.
I also don't want to wallow in sadness.
And now, it's 10 o'clock. Shit! I always woke up late.
Forced to get up, I crept into the kitchen. I will compress my eyes. I saw that there were already various foods on the dining table. The orange juice is tempting to drink. But my eyes had to be compressed to reduce the puffiness. I didn't want my Oma to catch me crying all night. And Gerald left, not coming back.
Past the dining table, I headed for the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. I will compress my eyes using ice cubes.
"Good morning." Oh shit! It was Oma.
"Good morning Oma." I answered but didn't dare turn aro
Warning !!! Vulgar!!!__________________________Today, my husband's birthday. handsome Gerald. Gerald is a pervert, to be precise. Not expecting myself, my husband's age is decreasing.And Gerald went to college as usual. So, I planned to prepare a surprise for him. I'll make a cake, especially for Gerald.So, today I went out alone after a month of living in Germany. I'm going shopping, and I want to buy a present for him. I'm confused, what gift is suitable. Gifts such as watches, clothes, shoes are too mainstream. It should be something related to a hobby. And Gerald's hobby is makes my mood fell. Should I be naked on his birthday? my mind is not clear anymore, O always thougt dirty mind. If Gerald like other men who collect Gundams, I could buy them for him and not be angry if he collects things. Unfortunately, Gerald jerk are not interested in anything. His life is just like that.And now I'm ch
Mother: Rara, Rangga is in Germany. Meet him, dear. Apologize, and keep in touch.I read the message from my mother. I'm not a problem, meet Mas Rangga. I, want to apologize to him. Not wanting to be nostalgic, I already have a perfect husband. So I can't possibly, flashback or fail to move on. Since knowing Gerald, my heart has been filled with them all. Oh before thay, better you must know who is Mas Rangga. Rangga was my ex fiance before I meet Gerald, and we have affair at Mas Rangga back. And, Mas means called for man who is older than me. In my culture or my country, I have to know his age to makes me comfortable called him with his name or another special called. It's all about politeness.Should I meet Mas Rangga? Should I ask my husband's permission? I'm afraid Gerald is a misunderstanding, and it all feels terrible. We're okay now, rarely fight, and Gerald is getting more romantic, even though it ends up being perverted.But I feel bad, Mas Rangga h
Gerald didn't ask me to fight. I ended up being hooked up in the car before we went home."Shall I put a stamp on your forehead? Gerald's mine so that nothing else gets in the way." I'm just silent and trying to catch my breath again. My body still feels tired after being worked on roughly because of an anger."Argh ... Damn uncle! What's the matter in his life? We are married, already in another part of the world, you are pregnant, still being chased. Are all these signs lacking that you are mine, only mine and just for you?" Gerald explained fierily. I'm just silent, a little guilty. I should not have agreed to Mother's order. Gerald has never liked Mas Rangga and vice versa. But now Gerald is my husband, so he's still my goal."I'm so sorry. Mother told to meet Mas Rangga and apologize."Gerald immediately turned his head at me, tightening his jaw. He was angry. Maybe he was also disappointed.
After crying, I entered the museum again. I'm looking for Mas Rangga. I'm also not thinking straight. Emotions still overtake me. I was mad at Gerald, angry at my mother, and mad at myself.And stupidly, my cellphone is thrown away. I also didn't have time to pay attention, where Gerald dumped the cellphone. After this, my cellphone is like it used to be. It won't be replaced. I just took a tired breath from my bad luck.I'm just looking for Mas Rangga like a child who lost his way. Before I already wiped all my tears, I don't want to look pathetic.Again, again. Damn it Gerald. And unfortunately, I love him very much.I went around looking again and never found Mas Rangga. I also don't know if Mas Rangga has come home. Because I wasn't sure how long it took, we left Mas Rangga.Look Gerald. I do, make your orders come back with Mas Rangga. My head is still dizzy. I don't know where to ta
I felt vacation. Because since here, I was mostly confined in the apartment.Gerald fucking Willson, which makes me unable to explore this part of the European world's beauty. Because every moment is he's doing all his perverted things. There is no time and opportunity, besides Gerald spends more time outside, and I am alone in the little apartment.We toured many of the most commonly recommended tourist attractions in Frankfurt. I don't need to explain. You have to search yourself. But mostly I like being on the banks of the Am Main river.I'm waiting for spring to see more of Frankfurt's beauty. I'm also looking forward to summer, to enjoy free fruit in Hessen. If it's summer, I'll stay in Hessen. If Gerald doesn't want to accompany me, I can sharpen the wild fruit oma or the wild mushrooms that Gerald used to say. I have to make fair use of every opportunity, when else can I enjoy like this, only the chosen ones can feel.Impatient, eating apples straight
I'm just silent because of the mistakes I made. Gerald was also silent the whole way. Maybe we both realized what happened and discovered the childish nature we had done.I waited for Gerald to explode, and I was ready to fend him off. I have to be strict with my relationship now. There is no word unstable and do not have the heart because all of that damaged my connection and impacted me.I'm tired of my life. Especially the people around me, who always considered me lightly and thought I couldn't do anything about it, and I ever made the wrong decisions. To hell with people. From now on, I will focus on my relationship with my husband.I leaned my head on the dashboard and turned towards Gerald. Ok, I'm crazy. I imagine my husband, Justin Bieber. Realize Rara, and you are not as beautiful as Selena Gomez. Justin Bieber is married, and his wife is not beautiful, in my opinion. Rara, you are not beautiful, either. I was pounding my head on the dashboard, completely
"Gerald what is this?" I shouted, so louder. Breathless, I turned to Gerald, who was so casually standing, leaning his back against the wall, hands over his chest. He wanted to show all this to impress me. Unfortunately, I'm not impress at all.Our meager living room looks no further. It was covered with new and strange stuff. I saw a baby cot, baby clothes, baby knick-knacks, baby toiletries, soap, and all stuffs with all the baby's needs. Woah. Is this a surprise or a waste? And I'm not impressed at all. Am I bad? I have no idea. I'm not touched one bit. Gerald is extravagant. The baby's needs, spend as necessary because the baby's development is fast. She could only wear clothes once and then not be used again. Gerald should buy what he needs, not buy up a single shop."You bought all of this?" my voice sounded unhappy.Gerald raised his eyebrows. "There is something wrong?"" Wrong? You ask me wrong? This
One day before Christmas day. I had to buy a present because tonight there will be an exchange of gifts. Not wanting to celebrate Christmas, but more to tradition. In my life, I have never celebrate what Christmas was like.Along the way, Christmas trees have been decorated in such a way. And every house has a Christmas tree perch. So we will exchange gifts at oma's home in Hessen. Think of it as Eid at Grandma's house.What makes me confused, what gift? What gift should I buy, for Gerald? Oma especially. And I am utterly blind to reference facilities for oma. I don't know what oma likes. Ah, anything in my eyes is beautiful. I just bought it. Gerald? I guess I bought him a pack of condoms. He doesn't mind. But what are condoms for? We never played with condoms again. It could be, he's wearing a condom out there. Duh, don't let this happen. Ok, this is too much."Gerald, what gift for oma?""Anything." a