Say I learned how to disturb. I want to help my partner with his hard work. For example, how to set the airless. Or how reproduce the fire outbreak very quickly that way. Or how to make healthy land to have a descendant quickly crops. But whatever I wish I did not accomplish. Refuse my love. "Here you're just in our homes, Alunsina, I do not want to see you have had a tired!"
Whenever I hear such advice Tungkung of Heaven, I cannot resist the gripe. I also compared her deity, the goddess who has possessed the same power and wisdom. Seemed to covering her ears to not hear my urgency. That resulted in our argument. I want to be meaningful existence. And the existence precludes them is my precious.
Every day, increasingly Heavenly Tungkung was busy doing what he-what matters. I've only seen him leaving our home so early, wrinkle the forehead, and seemed always far thinking. I comforted him and squeeze him turn my palm. "Dear Alunsina, when I have finished everything else you do not have to look!" And often only when he returns late at night.
At that moment, I cannot resist my tears trickle; bite-lips just as I throb in my will.
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