Christmas Gift
Every Christmas Eve would come and everyone would celebrate it with great joy. But, that's a different thing about me. I'm celebrating Christmas Eve in two different settings. The first time, I celebrated with in mourning. Because on Christmas Eve I lost someone who meant everything to me. The second I'm celebrating happily. It's because someone came into my life the moment I lost someone I loved. Now that someone has become my reason to move on. But, unexpectedly, someone was present among us. The foreigner trying to win the favor of the one I love and, of course, it makes me jealous. I always did everything I could to make foreigners feel uncomfortable between the two of us. I won't let that person take what's mine.
"What are you doing?" someone asked in a shocked tone as he stared at me.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to." My answer to the one standing before me. I bowed my head to hide my smile on my lips.
"Why are those clothes wet?" Ask someone who just came out of the toilet.
So I immediately took her right hand, saying. "I think this person can't go with us, Bie. Can you see what the person was wearing wet?" I said with a spoiled tone.
After that, the foreigner started to pay back everything I did. And the battle began!