Jakarta
Dante walked slowly into his parents' house, which had a yellowish-white nuance with a classic design and modern and luxurious furnishings because his mother liked all things luxurious, especially jars and ceramic crafts.
"Dante," said Rosalie, frowning at the arrival of her son who was usually always with his wife, now alone with a disheveled appearance. yes, a shirt that is not buttoned up, the smell of alcohol, messy hair, and even abrasions on the back of his hand.
"She's married again, Mom," Dante said sadly, his eyes red and now there were tears. The man immediately hugged his mother and burst into tears. "She's married again, Mom. I don't want to ... I still love her so much, I want to go back to her," he said.
Rosalie sighed then rubbed Dante's back. "Dante, you have to be patient and let it go.. she is no longer yours, she no longer loves you... She has suffered enough because of you. Now let her be happy with her choice."
