Bela nodded her head, then walked over to Mike to hug her husband one last time. "I didn't promise to come back here, sorry." She said in a whisper right in the ear of the man in her arms.
Released his arms from Mike's body, after he chose to turn around and there was no more touch of gaze occurred between them.
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After Bela's departure, his heart was in a dilemma that made his heart feel restless and empty. Mike landed his butt on the edge of the bed languidly. His hand was outstretched, stroking the mattress blanket that would no longer be filled with a woman's figure.
Mike thought Bela will be the only woman who is ready to accompany him until the end of his life until old age and death do his part. However, fate said otherwise.
A soft sigh escaped his mouth. How about this? His life is no longer coloring, love is no longer in his life. What remains now are memories that have been strung together before.
