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Dæsy

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Daisy nama yang memiliki arti kesetiaan, ketulusan dan kepolosan. Saat cinta berlabuh dalam hidupnya sesaat dunia terasa begitu indah dan hidup berjalan sangat sempurna. Tapi Semua kebahagiaan itu kini terenggut saat mengetahui Suami tercinta Telah melanggar janji suci pernikahan mereka. Kehadiran sosok baru dalam maghligai rumah tangganya, membuat hidup mereka Serasa diterjang Tombak kepahitan yang memaksa mereka terjun Kedalam Lembah penderitaan yang sangat kelam dan begitu menyedihkan. Daisy kehilangan Putri tercinta saat dia Memutuskan untuk bercerai. Dan pengkhianatan yang menghancurkan hidupnya Terbalaskan, Saat rasa sakit itu Terlalu Menyesakkan maka Balas Dendam akan memberi kedamaian. Jonathan merasa sangat terluka saat mengetahui keadaan daesy saat ini.Sebagai seorang laki laki yang menyimpan rasa cinta yang begitu besar terhadap daesy ,jonathan berusaha membantu daesy untuk keluar dari pusaran hitam yang menguasai daesy semenjak kehilangan putri tercintanya minzi. Perjuangan serta kegigihannya untuk mengembalikan jati diri wanita yang di cintainya berbuah manis, daesy akhirnya sadar bahwa balas dendam bukanlah satu satunya jalan untuk meluapkan kemarahannya. Mereka memutuskan untuk mengakhiri semuanya dan mulai membuka lembaran hidup baru yang penuh cinta dan keharmonisan.

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