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My name is love. I live in US I am a hardworking woman, very dedicated to my work and of course I do have a complete family. I have a charming husband named Wan Muhammad Zulhafizi and three little cute princesses. I do love my job as a manager at Bank Pembangunan. One day, my husband got a call from the hospital, “ Doctor Wan, there is a patient need you to do an operation right now”. Dr Wan answered unhesitatingly,“I’ll be right away”. Since the patient was in a critical stage,my husband needed to rush to the hospital and left me a small note with a glass of milo. In the note, he said “sweetie, I have to go earlier because I’m on call and have a job to complete. Wish me luck so that this patient can be saved.” I smiled and quickly sip a glass of warm milo.I was in a hurry too.I dashed to the porch and jumped into my car and straight drove to work. The road was too packed with vehicles.Usually it was not like this,so I was wondering what went wrong. I waited for the traffic to be slightly eased and by that time I never realized that I started to daydream about my past. I did not know how to get rid of that ‘person’ in my life.The story started when I was in secondary school and that person used to be my beloved boyfriend. He was a university student. We knew each other since my big brother introduced him to me at a ball room where all the seniors were there. I did notice him at the ball room but I just wanted to be on a low profile. But he was one of those persons who was very eye-catching.

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