The joy of love lasts for a while but the pain lasts a lifetime.

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Lily tried repeatedly to cover her entire body with her torn veil. The man in his forties was still looking at Lily's throat, burping. Hungry hunters stared at it like tigers. The man seemed to forget to blink. Lily watched eagerly when she would bend over to pick up the cake again. Then you can see something from the gap in the shirt near the neck, once the veil is a little simpler.

I took a look at Lily. not seeing him every morning is my workday

Don't start. I walked over and saw two people sitting on a bench. An old man sat wrapped in a sheet. I have known him for so long. Every morning, the old man would come to get a cake for his granddaughter. I saw the second person for the first time today. He looked directly at Lily, neither left nor right. Even on this misty morning, my body was burning with rage. I walked up to the man and stood facing Lily. Lily looked up and asked, "Lily, how are you?"

Lily looked up at me with a knife in her hand. It seems that the eyes will come out of the room. His jaw tightened, and he said, "God, I told you not to come to my store, aren't you ashamed? What is Larry? I call Laili, and the name of the cow and the goat is Larry. Are you letting me cow and goat? "

The man in the back seat couldn't see Lily. So he moved a little to the right so he could see. I clenched my fists, stood in front of the man again, and said to Lily, "You don't have to be mad at me, why do you want to be a cow or a goat? You are so beautiful, you are so beautiful, that's why it's called it." Hong, from Hong to red. "

Lily picked up the cake and said, "Mizan, you are in front of me, now it's time for me to buy and sell."

Lily picked up the cake, put it on a piece of paper, and said to the old man, "This is grandpa, this is your cake."

After the old man took the cake, the person behind moved to the left to look at Lily. This time the mood is extreme. I turned around and looked the man in the eye. The man looked at me and ate a lot. I tightened my jaw, aimed at the man, and said, "Get up and straighten the tool."

The man stood up in surprise and reluctance. I picked up the tool, put my hands behind my back, and said to the man, "Sit here, I'll call you if you have a cake."

The man squinted at me and left without saying a word.

Lily stared at me with her big eyes like before. I took a few steps forward: "This is shameless, this brazen, how many times have I told you, don't come to my store.

I bowed my head and said, "Larry, do you know why I came to you? I came because I love you."

Lily got up from her seat and said, "I won't love you until I die. Not just you and anyone. For God's sake, don't come back to my shop, Mizan."

Chitai pitha is burning. I hurried to pick up the cake and found the burnt part stuck to the bottom. Lily glanced at me and lost the cake. The girl is very angry. I looked up and said, "My name is Mizan, but to you, my name is Demon Slave. Lily is the only Demon Slave. Since you don't want to, I won't come to your store."

Kathuku said I had left from there.

Lily's mother used to sell cakes here for ten to twelve years. A few years ago, Lily's mother fell ill. I don't know the name of this disease. How do you know without testing? Where does the money for the test come from? On top of that, the names of the diseases of the poor are unknown. I went to the pharmacy and said, "Turn your head, bite your body, scratch your body." That's why this ghetto guy goes to sleep after taking two or four cheap pills.

After Lily's mother fell on the bed, Lily came one day and started to sell cakes. From the beginning, Lily and I didn't have that kind of relationship. Although I have never been in a relationship, I have never had such a bitter relationship with him. I'll be sitting in the store covering this story. Lots of people get together for cake in the morning, so there is a push. Then there are the tuk tuk customers. Then I shared all kinds of stories with Lily. He had never been so angry. I used to try to get angry. I'd say, "Why are your eyes so big? Like a cow."

I would say, "Your teeth are the size of a gourd."

The cheeks will swell for a while and the anger will subside. Her anger started the day I offered her love.

It was foggy that morning. The next five were gone. I went to see Lily lighting the stove. How wood made of dung is carried in fog. It doesn't seem to burn until it catches fire. I sat down on the stool and said, "Larry, seeing your pain makes my heart burn. The day you go to my house after your wedding, your pain will be over, you don't have to make cakes anymore."

Lily leaned over and looked at me and said, "Are you really mad at me at seven in the morning?"

I turned my face away and said shyly, "Larry, I want to understand you, I want to understand, I thought you understood now, I see you every day by the rules, there is only one reason. I love you. I think I want a wife."

Lily stood up. His main weapon is in Kunqi's hands. Then he said, "Rose, you're not the only one here, how many people came to get the cake, does everyone love me?"

- everything is different. I liked you a year and a half ago.

- I do not like. Not just you, not anyone. Because of my stomach, I sell cakes to men. But I hate it from the bottom of my heart.

Listening to Lily makes me angry. Why doesn't he like the entire male race? I said angrily: "Your father either left you, married four or five people, and raised children in different places, so all men are bad people?"

The fog has begun to dissipate. The road can be seen from far away. Uncle Salim came with a pot of date juice. Lily's eyes filled with tears. In the blink of an eye, the top of the cheek dropped. Khunchi looked up at me and said, "If you're ashamed, you'll never come to my shop again. I won't show up like Behaar. This is from here."

Even though I left as Lily said that day, I didn't stop going to her store. She gritted her teeth against me. Sometimes he gets mad at the abuse.

Many people know that they live in the same slum. Lily's father left her mother and was married three more times. He is no longer home. Ten or twelve years ago, Lily's mother started making cakes to support her family. Lily was very young then. He first liked this cake shop. I also told my mother about my choice. Mom said, "Save the money first, and I'll tell Mom Lily she'll agree."

My father is a van driver. He died of mild stomach pains. After passing SSC, I am preparing for university. My father wants me to study hard. But luckily, I'm driving that van now. I take Pavalum's bobbins from one place to another. I'm saving up to marry Lily. I work a few extra hours every night. No need to do much work at night. There is loneliness all around. Just pulling the hard Sahebnagar high bridge. Then, as soon as you take the wagon off the bridge, it goes down.

No fog since this morning. This is winter in Magdalene. There seems to be no winter during the day. There is only fog in the morning. But the night was terribly cold. I was sitting in a van not far from Lily's store. I haven't been to his store since that day. I was watched twice. Seeing me, he sat up slightly and pulled the veil to his waist. From that day on, Lily wrapped the veil around her waist. I stare at him. How beautiful girls are getting darker day by day. There is no such thing as a client. Lily called out to me suddenly. "Hey Mizan, come and sit down with the tools."

I asked in surprise, "Are you going to call me again? I ruined your client."

Lily didn't say anything more. I got out of the van and continued to sit in the chair. Although I looked at her, she was engrossed in making the cakes and putting them in the wooden box. I said, "Larry, can't you just call Majinu without Mizan?"

He looked up and said, "I called you wrong."

Uncle Salam's little girl in the slum ran over and said, "Lily Alpha, how did your mother know, come quickly."

Lily got busy. He said to me, "Mizan, look, I'm going to my mother."

Lily ran barefoot. There is also a cake in the pan. You have to pick it up with a fork. Otherwise it will burn quickly. I'm looking at the alleys of the slums. Five minutes later, Lily came back busy. Yuan Yuan said, "Mizan's mother is going to the hospital. Drive your van a little."

I drove the van to the slums. Lily and Salam's uncle's wife picked up the patient in the van. I went to Sardar Hospital. Lily is crying. Her mother screamed with chest pains. I had to see this scene on the day my father died. He put his hand on his chest, took Mom's hand, and said, "Put it in your polar bear and don't let the ghetto go with the bad Poles."

Dad died four hours after being taken to hospital.

Uncle Salam's wife told me, "Turn the Mizan van around."

I turned my head and saw the screaming man lying quietly in the van. Lily's mother fell asleep. This sleep will never be broken. When people sleep forever, they don't answer anyone's call. Lily lay on her mother's chest and cried aloud. Tears filled my eyes. I turned the van around and took it to the ghetto. Many people came running. The surroundings of the van became like a mess. There are few people who come to survive, people die, and there are huge crowds. The crowd watched for the last time.

Four days later, Lily opened a cake shop. I sit on the tool. The old man came again today to buy a cake for his granddaughter. Lily is busy making cakes. Sometimes, Khunchi looks with one hand at the other. I dare not tell him anything. I can't comfort anyone. The old man left with the cake. I said, "Lily, give me a piece of cake and I'll add some mustard."

Lily looked at me and smiled. I can't find the reason for his laugh. But he didn't shy away from seeing the beautiful sight when he smiled and saw the dots fall on his left cheek. Unconsciously, Lily smiled and said, "Did I switch from Lily to Lily again today?"

feel guilty. I don't want to make him angry for calling him red. When someone is angry when they are in a bad mood, it can go bad. I said, "You'll get mad if you call me Larry. And you don't let me call Larry every day."

Lily was silent for a while, and said, "I was very angry when I heard Lily's call before, but today I heard Lily's call, and you seem to be calling me by an unknown name."

I don't understand what happened to Lily today? He liked me for so long? Knowing what girls think is a big responsibility. Like a jellyfish punch.

I said, "Will Larry call me Majinu?"

The same old look again. Kunqi took his hand and said angrily, "No matter where you are from, I will never come to my shop again."

I'm so sad to hear Lily leave. Lily cried, "Listen to this witch."

For a year and a half, I could not name the girl Majnu. Today he called me Majnu. My eyes are wet with happiness. It's the nature of every human being. His eyes were full of joy. I walked over and sat on a chair. Tawar has turned into cake. The cake should be picked up and placed on a wooden box. But Lily was looking at me. I looked down. Lily was still staring. The cake must have been burning for so long. He doesn't pay attention to this. Lily suddenly said: "Call me Lali a hundred times, but you haven't come to see me in the store a hundred times. I tell you to leave once, and I'll leave?"

Suddenly, the girl looked like a plump woman. She looks like a grown girl. The words of the heart become like poetry on the lips. I said, "No, I'm not going. Once you call me Majnu, you can't drive me away from you."

Lily looked down and saw that the cake was burnt. Mookie threw the cake onto the stove with a smile and said, "I trust your eyes, that's why I keep staring at you."

I asked, "Do you trust my eyes? Don't you trust me?"

Lily looked me in the eyes again and said, "Girls can tell from the eyes which is the eye of lust and which is the eye of love. Yes. And the man with that eye."

I scratched my itch and said, "How did I learn so much romantic talk at nine o'clock?"

Riley smiled and said, "Romantic words are printed on paper and sold for one kilogram. I sell cakes on paper. You don't need to learn, you can learn by rolling your eyes."

This was the first time I looked into Lily's eyes. Now the eyes don't even start talking. Lily looked into my eyes and understood something. Her eyes seemed to "wait". As if waiting for someone. When the husband goes to a far country. A pair of eyes crossing the river is waiting for her husband to come home. There was also a kind of waiting in Lily's eyes. The girl who lost her parents was alone. She is waiting for me. Lali is waiting to make Majnu her own.