
I have a story about a man who was very kind. Just mention his name MUTHAN. i call him MUTHAN because he was big burly man, his eyes sharp but wistful, his lips quite thick, he has thick and curly hair. MUTHAN is 21 years old now. Her hobbies are playing football, playing guitar and capoeira. He's the type of man temper. Since childhood,, he likes brawl,, fighting,, cool to the girls who approached him that he didn't like.
But for me,, MUTHAN just a sissy man, and weak in facing the problem. From the outside, he looks strong, calm and fine. But when you look into his heart, you will find gaping holes in there that contains the blood and tears. It's hard to guess what he was feeling, what he experienced. Only the people that he loves and who love him can see the contents of his heart.
Not hard to love MUTHAN, as long as you're willing to open your heart for him,, then you'll love him. You know why? Because he's good-hearted man,, sincere,, willing to sacrifice,, willing to do anything for you,, faithful, and sensitive. Although sometimes he has a bad sense of humor and bad fashion,, somewhat closed and was rather quiet. He always felt himself aggressive, and he's not aggressive enough to be able to say aggressive.
there's a way to make him hates you. Do cheat. So he will be very sick and broken. Then he hates you. He will avoid you forever. He will remove your name from his heart. He would not be willing to communicate with you again. Anytime,, anywhere.
Do you know something I don't like about MUTHAN? He always success to make me cry, cry out loud. Not just sobbing, but sniffle. He always success to make me laugh, laugh out loud. Not just smiling, but laughing.
At first,, MUTHAN is the victim of my egoism. At first,, MUTHAN is the victim of unable to get someone I like. Initially,, MUTHAN is the victim of my desire to have all.
It turns out now, there's something I never would have thought. MUTHAN is the victim of a long heart illness that i buried. MUTHAN is the victim of my revenge that would never be avenged. MUTHAN are victims of the madness that is in me all the years.
The fact that I have received today,, like it or not, I was the victim of betrayal. I was the victim of revenge. I was a victim of the offense. I was the victim of a broken heart. I was a victim of love that MUTHAN has planted in my heart.






