Dian was still sleeping soundly. Thin nightgown exposing nearly all parts of beautiful legs. I slowly closed with the blankets. While Dian’s face looked calm. Her lips are not very attractive when compared to when she smiled, talked and angry. I’m used to seeing the slender eyelashes in my eyes closed, but I was always fascinated every time I saw him.
A light filtering through the hotel room curtains. Fell on the red carpet of the dice.
I turned off the air conditioner, to the window and opened it wide. Room is warm. I turned to look at Dian as she stretched. No, he did not wake up. He continued to sleep in a better position. I like breathing movement.
The traffic began bustling city. Vehicles and people passing by. The sound the crowd has been felt in the room. But not able to wake Dian. He was so tired last night. We talked until dawn. And until the afternoon we walked around the city and the slum.
Among tersodor poverty, yesterday afternoon as Dian convince me that the children are the biggest victims. Dian did not question the poverty, but he made sure the babies were supposed to get thinner better care of the mother. But the mothers who carried the babies as having no fault to the child.
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