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It is good to live alone. But it is not good if you are ill when you live alone in your home. When you are ill, you will feel great sadness and loneliness, and you were panic when you have illness and did not have enough flyff penya.
She was ill without any preparation. Now she laid to her bed, felt week all over. Her stomach did not well, but her heart was weaker.
She called to Zero. He was her third inamorato, very closed to her. He was independent, rebelling with marriage, hating the family life. He likes freedom without any traditional chains. He works in day, and played with his colleague or friends with his flyff money. He lived in his single department and came to her home at weekend, eating, chatting, and enjoying a family life.
Nobody answered the phone. She watched time, it was already nine. Zero must play outside on this time.
She was angry, and called to Wax, her second inamorato. He was a successful man who always put his work as the No.1 position. It was not online. She felt upset. Wax kept his habits, changed his phone number by his flyff gold in a certain time. But this time, he did not tell her the new number. She suddenly felt horrible.
She called again, this time she wanted to call to Sun, her first man, her ex-husband. They had some age. A common man always worries about family expenditure like every payment with cheap penya. They devoiced because of his characteristics. She did not have courage to call to this man. So she put her phone after it rang. But he replied her at once, and he guessed whether she was ill. She began to wrap.
After a short, she heard foot steps came closely to her door. Sun came and brought her to the hospital. He took care of her besides her bed and buy flyff penya for her. After she was got to sleep, he left her home quietly. She did not sleep actually. Listening to his leaving foot steps, she cried under her quilt. She was so tired and slept. She was awaked by a suddenly call, it was from Zero. He said he missed her call because he was in a bar with his friends and what is matter. She heard his voice for a while, said quietly: nothing important.