Wounds are a painting in life's lessons to stay strong."
-Mawar-
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Still in the skies of Seoul, South Korea. The beautiful woman was exposed to the sun for her last photo shoot.
"Mawar, someone is looking for you, tuch," Safira pointed to a handsome man wearing a suit who was so elegant in appearance.
"Thank's, Fir," said Mawar.
"Etss, who are you? your new crush?" Safira began to be curious about the man.
Mawar smiled, "No one really."
"That's a lie, if you're not who you are," Safira nudged Mawar's arm as if she couldn't believe her statement.
"Really," Mawar tried to convince her co-worker Safira.
"If you don't want it, how about just for me," said Safira, raising an eyebrow.
Mawar just smirked showing a row of teeth, "No promises, Safira."
"I know that in the end he will be the father to Si Farhan. Because you said no promises. Safira looked at Rose's face.
