Plays despicable man's treachery

I wonder whether he is still alive or just hallucinations of a woman too heavy love always seeks to deny the truth of the blatant form 6 years ago?

6 years ago, and I love each other. A love passion and romantic. Meanwhile, we are all students of a college last year in Hanoi.

Are each other's first love, the Lord and I am extremely happy to be living in that lovin' feelin' honestly. We have to start thinking of a cozy happy after school both stable work.

But, not everything goes well as planned. Parents cooking my family poor. In the meantime, they both said that with a guy like the order of light, corn, residual strength to conquer a beautiful daughter, has a biography than I.

I am dead silent. What takes place before my eyes is real? New order away from I was 9 months. Perhaps you've you've permanently out of my hand?

The bag has orthopaedic nodded, but won't give up, I'm patient, persevere to endure the looks uncomfortable, hard to reach the ears of parents with only the desire to be lived with the Medal of honor to the end of his life.

Initially, the Medal of honor also has the same thoughts with me. He sided with me and together protect the love of both. But he, like something was changing. Order of the irregular appointments or time for I was co pull surprise.

The order of the family called the explanation about the British companies fold or have the meeting abruptly. Premonition of a daughter who tells me, the Medal of honor are changed.

Like untold girls love, whether lang si trough felt the strangeness of the love, but love is blind and si makes their lack of sobriety. They still hope his lover not xuy xuyển and ru clapping shaking heart by the unimpeachable testimony stupid rhetoric.

So was I. Perhaps, at the time, due to not wanting to hurt me, I lied. I still take the emotional for me, but his mother, shot near and far that her baby son getting married a daughter of prestigious national home made strawberry. I am very upset.

The sorrow as possible increase when the Knight company news sent you into long term work from Saigon. Perhaps more than a year. The time of separation and distance for the young couples love each other like a try.

If fake love strong enough, time doesn't matter, but for love not enough lipstick colors, it will go in the end. In the last day before the appointment to Saigon, before parting, the Lord pulled me into the Palm, whispering wind, singing and speaking. Sounds like the "sorry" fervently and sorrows.

The Medal of honor to Saigon and unsure. We are completely out of touch. Not too complicated from Saigon to Hanoi, the gap is only two hours, but even your specific address in Saigon I also knows.

I love my mom adapter valve trade let me know you're somewhere between strange city she cold shakes his head. The first shake apathy cause every time I repeat I all goose bumps.

Not long after that, her mother next Order find me with a sad, dreary face unthinkable. Her crying in misery "order of guy it's dead baby." Her voice communication, she strokes down under the ground and step up each throughout the set.

I am dead silent. What takes place before my eyes is real? New order away from I was 9 months. Perhaps you've you've permanently out of my hand? I beg her for me to attend the funeral. Order of mother sadly shaking his head.

She said everything was done, the order of the rest in heaven and she would expect me to overcome sadness and searching for happiness. Not long after that, I heard the whole family he moved to Saigon. The Medal of honor. Order of mother and relatives. Quietly walked out of my life.

Love the head clear, full of memories and promises a sweeter future finally comes to a dreary results. I accept the decision of the company, to the United States studied for 5 years.

Both I stop, but only time and distance can appease my painful crush injuries at this time. I plunge into academic, research. The first real difficulty in the land where, thankfully a friend always encouragement, with me.

After more than 3 years of endurance, patience on the side, I have finally approved his marriage. He knew all about my past, the pain is not easy and eager mouth sailings out of love. And he respects that privacy angle.

Return to Hanoi, go anywhere also touched the nostalgia and memories. My husband and I wanted him along to Saigon. "The boat under...", I nodded agreeing. hurried life, Saigon's hustle seemed to do I don't have time to remember, to nostalgic memories color plate.

And strangely, I felt the familiar Saigon, as if a hidden refuge somewhere I feel the warmth of the Knight still radiate anywhere here.

Student life rules, serenely passed through to a late afternoon, I encountered a familiar silhouette on the way of singing. I been miết runs until the ball disappeared, leaving little visual balance.

I hold their breath. If anyone else is, I may be mistaken, but the Knight's shadow, is the son who I love all these years, easy scrambling. Back home in the State of a person who takes the soul, I am ignoring absurd, abstracted all my husband's questions.

In the bathroom that day, I have to discharge water to drown the cry long compression pliers sobbed.

The day after that, I keep wandering on the road after familiar tan range until new blackened to go home. I would like to know exactly, the other image hallucination or is my Order still live.

Although she knew that her family had warm, happy still love with old people is not so, but I don't want to have a bug with the feelings of his own. Over all, I was told all I heard for my husband and he respects my memories.

"Medal of honor". His voice choking my throat removed opaque sank between the siren of the car noise. rapidly surf the Ball ã towards the end of the lane. I hurriedly ran by. It is true that the order of the still life. The shadow of a woman slowly out the door.

The Order Of The Mother. I'm dead silence around, do not dare to believe that is true. Turns out, it all just plays because he and his family staged to deceive me. They do not accept a poor daughter don't have any bit of any property in addition to the hand and heart of love for their son.

Which things he does can grinding out to eat? The tears of his mother, the color they would lie. Trust you to traffic accidents and permanently leave the life is also in an excellent script part of their family.

And the girl he chose the other wife, is the daughter of the Director of the company where he worked. But the mother of order of premeditation fails. Order of the wife is not yet a year, then two people divorce.

Everything was so clear. My tears are dry to the point of exhaustion can not cry anymore. Animals stunned silent space, breaking both the House he looked out in the yard, I am standing upon the brilliant between the gateway and not turning to step away.

I see dead silent stupor moment on the mother's face and the order of the Medal of honor. Attempts to leave, but the suffering of 5, 6 years accumulation requires the right to speak up, I smiled to greet the Knight family. The Knight slowly should not respond: "I fear I'm hurt".

I head down into the role of her husband and sobbed. So that 5, 6 years now I cry for a deceptive love, cry for the man treachery and despicable.

Why is he the same ruthless family deceiving me so I hugged a silent pain every how many years? Because I am poor? The other girl too rich? And the order of life, no pleasure.

My husband asked, Oh, some day passing by order of the House, he heard his mother tell the bar style neighbors Huan seriously ill, hospitalized. New at this world know there's a good daughter or daughter-in-law said. I pretend not to hear, but hot as fire in the heart burn.

My husband encouraged me to visit the mother of medals. He said, if it can be gotten tha stuff every painful sadness into oblivion. I my husband to visit the mother of Medal of honor. The Knight asleep on the sofa corner, arrival, tired after the long night of white consciousness.

Look at the tears on my mother's bird-foot reef eyes the Knight, I hurriedly turned away, wiping the tears rush sneaks are the down movement. Ended, one happy, one misfortune does not need further discussion.

The sad should also closed after the door memories. I am not responsible for the Medal of honor, responsibility for parents. Know where, so I met a wonderful man for his life.

Sometimes my husband and I to visit mother house Medal of honor. She begs forgiveness from me and please be treat me like a daughter.

I smiled, perhaps it is the end of the turbulent, premeditation and cheat during last time. I only day end of first love.

Currently, we are good friends. Much to my full satisfaction and serenity can live between this youthful piece of land.  =