Dear A
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...Loving you is, really opium. But having you is just a funny delusion that I always say in my prayers....
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"Eonnie, this is a room we consider our own, ok, "it was exciting to pull a suitcase and open the door of the room. Zoya is a little confused and does not know what to do, on the other hand she has difficulty running her wheelchair.
"Let me help you, Miss, " said a maid to help push the wheelchair, but she immediately prevented it for unsatisfactory reasons.
"That's why I need to be alone, sorry I don't want to take care of it, "sambar with an awkward smile.
"Ga papa Miss, my duty is here to take care of you, "Zoya still refused the offer.
"Engg... eh? caring for? " the maid nods a smile then pushes Zoya's wheelchair to enter her temporary room.
"Eonnie, I just wanted to catch up with you, "Zoya is getting bad, this is very excessive and far from his expectations.
" Miss wants what let me get you, "said said.
" No one I need, "he answered with shame.
" You please dong prepare hot water for i. Eonnie Zoya also needs to be cleaned, "ask Da-eun and directly done by the maid.
" Da-eun, you don't need to ask me to clean my body. I can do it myself, "
"You can't eonnie, just enjoy what Brother Hye-joon loves for eonnie, ok, "
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After she finishes cleaning up, Zoya is silent on the balcony of Da-eun's room. He was pensive alone, repeatedly sighing with anxiety and nervousness. Zoya pulls back her wheelchair, intending to take the stored sedative.
After downing the two capsules, Zoya felt a sense of grandeur and did not feel anything like that. Da-eun has just come out of her bathroom with a white robe and hair wrapped around a towel.
"You're done? "asked Zoya just for a little chat, Da-eun nods a smile.
" Eonnie, come down first maybe dinner is ready, I will follow later, "Zoya nodded hesitantly. Da-eun goes to the locker room, instead of following Da-eun's words, Zoya pushes her wheelchair towards her place earlier, Balcony.
Once there, the phone in his lap shook. There was an incoming call but no name, out of curiosity and carefully he shifted it to the green iKON.
" Hello? "the voice was slow, the voice of someone was crying.
" It's Zoya, right? "answered someone who made Zoya frown, the voice was familiar.
" It's true this is Zoya, sorry...
"This uwak mu, "Zoya just remembered it turns out the owner of this voice is his close brother who is in Indonesia.
"Uwak.. How are you? " his exclaims are so happy and enthusiastic.
"Well," she replied briefly, making Zoya awkward.
"Law...
" Zoya, "his call cuts off Zoya's speech, with a puzzled he replies.
" Yes uwak? "
"Grandfather is dead, "Zoya's smile is moaning and unpleasant to look at.
"Why? "
"Finished the magrib prayer, your grandfather has left all of us, "Zoya is confused as to what kind of expression, but in the corner of his heart stored so deep sadness. However, without a grandfather, he may not have lived until now.
"Innalillahi wainnailaihi raji'un, " his murmur in the heart.
Zoya was confused but tears kept flowing. "aa.. Zoya here also had an accident, I can not go back to Indonesia, uwak, "he said with a thousand guilt, only at the funeral of the grandmother he came but when the grandfather also left, he said, he could not attend.
"Why with you? "
"Don't bother aunt Tessa there, you're living lucky enough, "Zoya closed his eyes when he heard that sentence was hitting her whole body very strongly. Only tears were coming out with a crumbling and mixed feeling, a thousand words were being jubilant in his head.
"Sir... What about my mother? " with all his might he shifted the subject.
"Your mother?six months ago she was married, and now that your mother is pregnant, "Zoya bites her lower lip that vibrates along with her left hand that is difficult to control. This bad news further destroyed the rest of his life, again only tears that represented his very painful feelings.
"Didn't you hear the news, like her aunt Tessa knew that your mother was married again, "
Cttass
The glass was shattered into pieces, the phone connection had to be cut off. His face was pale, his hands were shaking more and more violently.
"Allah, "he murmured very weakly. There is no day without her to feel calm with the suffering that she experiences and always haunts her.
"If you want to be happy, at least make sure someone among you no one is hurt by your actions, "his murmur for the mother is very outrageous, he said, leaving her since childhood and giving thousands of wounds to her as a victim of divorce then she remarried without asking permission from the child.
"Eonnie, "call Da-eun who is suddenly behind her.He immediately starts to shed his tears and clasps his still trembling hand.
"Yes? " answer her with a smile like she has no problems. Zoy hopes that Da-eun does not hear his conversation earlier.
"It turns out it's still here, why not go down first?" with a bitter smile Zoya answered her potluck.
"I'm waiting for you, let's go down together, "
Da-eun's eyes glare at the smashed phone, and she picks it up with a question mark on her head, "His cellphone is destroyed? " a little uneasy because confused should give what kind of reason.
"Eo.. My hands are slippery, then the phone falls. I want to take her, but instead run over this wheel, "her answer is bragging, Da-eun sighed sadly.
"Eonnie, it must be difficult to be in your position now, "Zoya gaped and immediately realized and ducked bitterly.
Not for sure, but very, very difficult...
Her murmured inwardly with all her might holding back the tear slab from falling down.
"Ga papa, "his answer is again full of hypocrisy.
"Eonnie's face is also pale, surely because it hasn't eaten well? let's go down now, "happy, Da-eun helps Zoya push her wheelchair and then press the lifh button after coming out of her room.
Almost to the dining room, it turns out there are many who gathered. "Eo. You come, come and join us, " cried Hye-joon openly, and there they saw Zoya with pleasure and a friendly look except for one person.
"Abang, you move. I want to sit next to eonnie, "pinta Da-eun as good as her eel. Still feeling tired, not wanting to add to the melee, Ryung-jae lifts his plate and moves next to Yee-jun. And Da-eun pushes Zoya's wheelchair adjacent to her, not forgetting to lock her up.
"Hyun-il!!!!!, " cried Yeon-jin because one of them did not attend.
"Haisshh.. Why are you so chatty Hyung? " saddened Hyun-il who turns out to be still going down the stairs.
"Because of you for so long, " Ryung-jae grumbled, "I'm hungry but you're coming longer" she continued. Nosily Hyun-il kicks Ryung-jae's chair until it makes the master surprised. As a result Ryung-jae is eager to kill Hyun-il with the fork he is holding.
"You. your yacht sales won't take care of it, "threatening Hyun-il makes Ryung-jae have to temper his anger.
"Ah you always just like that, " said Myung-jee had plucked the fries.
"Hyung, is this Hyun-il because of your upbringing? " hardik Ryung-jae on Yeon-jin, Hye-joon sighed putting the knife and fork back on the plate.
"What'sthis? are you going to fight? " asked Dae-ho giggled amusedly.
"Yeah!! I educated you both, understand!! " critical Yeon-jin kalab.
"No!!! " said her second firmly.
"Would you like to eat a round table debate? " excited Yee-jun with her flat face.
"Eonnie. Don't listen to those whose brains have been broken, " whispered Da-eun provokes Zoya. Ryung-jae throws Da-eun with fries.
"Youuu!!....
" Dine here what do you eat in the kitchen? "hye-joon exclaimed with the gaze of an eagle and they were all silent a thousand languages.
" You have awakened the starving lion, "kik Myung-jee sneaked his rice and side dishes.
" Yes, no more, "
Amidst the diner rattles, only Zoya does not hear that unimportant conversation because the contents of her head are already filled with all sorts of questions and it is capable of killing her entire life.
His heart is still sore because of a knife that managed to scratch it. Zoya sighed with great fatigue and depression that came back to her attack.
"Zoya, are you sick? "