O, DEAREST husband, came, came to me. I'd serve you another slice of my heart on the plate and a glass of my another eyeball juice. Let me be heartless, let me be blind if it would urge you to leave that despicable witch's house.
OUR DOG hadn't barked any more, our children had slept long under the tree at shore, we were at cliff, hanging, waiting, either for you to come or to die.
O, DEAREST husband. My dearest. Dearest. Come home.
A. Rahayu
