Wajah Sedih Wanita Novels & Stories

The fear of losing someone she loved was palpable, and it tugged at my heartstrings. Her makeup, once flawless, was now smudged and smeared, revealing the cracks in her composure. Tears had washed away the foundation and mascara, leaving her looking vulnerable and exposed. Yet, despite the dishevelment, she remained the most captivating woman I'd ever laid eyes on.

But, unlike Gia, Disya is sincere when she cries because she is touched. “Oh, how poor you are,” the old woman cried again as she carried Disya into her arms. “Look at these young girls. I can’t imagine the life you lead.” Gia’s wrinkled hands stroked the top of Disya’s head carefully. However, this time the old woman was really sincere about it; it was just that she didn’t know how to cry. All her life, Gia did not know what tears were. “I’m sorry I can’t say more than this. Because I can’t explain anymore,” said Gia, trying to give an excuse.