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Thursday, October 9, 2008Y

WRETCHED.

Ever since that nearly fatal accident.
Boz had became slower in action.
But he was still as gentle as ever.
Though he was just a factory worker.
He was a hardworking factory worker.

After that accident.
He tried having girlfriends.
He had several.
Those "several" were a weird bunch of "several".
He didnt give up as his age was catching up as well.
Then,
Finally he found a girl whom he thought, was "the one."
They got married, they got blessings.
And the lord blessed them with a cute little boy.

Just in 1 year' time.
She too.
Became weird.
She never came to visit at his parent's place.
She never showed herself infront of relatives.
She became non-existance.
Even when her child was sick over at his parent's place.
She never called, she couldnt be bothered.
It was Boz burning the mid night oil taking care of that kid.

Soon.
Things became unbearable.
She wanted a divorce.
She issued letters to Boz.
She forcefully wanted Boz to sign the document.
Boz was shattered.
He couldnt bring himself to even look at the document.
He put them away.
Away for the sake of the child.

The second letter came.
Boz wasnt at home.
Boz's mother got the letter.
And the cat was outta the bag.
How his mother worry.
How his mother grieve.
Grieve over the fate of her poor child.
Being force by his mother.
Boz opened the letter.
Indeed it is.
How heartless can the woman be.
She sued him for having adultery, for neglecting the family, for not giving her allowance.
To be blamed for what he didnt do.
That really really feels awful.

Having treated for granted.
Having to take care of the kid.
Yet couldnt get the child's custody.
Still, to add on.
Boz's inheritance will be divided into 2.
To be "GIVEN" away to his wife.
To be "SHARED" for the wife's coming boyfriend.
How fair can that be?

How will Boz handle it?
Has his life came to a point where there will never be happiness?

This story was based on...
A really sad man.

_____________________________


ME ME ME.
The woman is really really bad.
The child will be hers after Boz sign.
How can someone like her take care of a child when she didnt even flinch when her son was ill.
And, if the inheritance was given to her.
It just isnt fair.
Not fair at all.
Poor thing.

OKAY.
My Bibi is working HARD on his circuit board.
JIA YOU JIA YOU~
Its half way through already sweety.
I wanna eat ice cream.
>.<

ends at 12:54