Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)
Your shadow
“Hel, today you can go home,” Sandy said after checking back on Rachel's condition. “Remember to maintain health and temporarily wear glasses because your eyes can not see the light directly.” Order Sandy
“Iya Mas, thank you.” Smile at the woman
“Yeiiiii finally Mommy home,” exclaimed Gerra
“Iya Finally Mommy comes home,” Gerald continued
“Yes already you guys get off Mommy's bed, Dad will release the infuse from Mommy's hand,” said Sandy surprised.
“Iya Pa,” her third according.
Mary and Levi went to pick up Rachel at the hospital. Nirmala is still being held by Choky and Sandy in Benedicto's apartment. For while Choky and Sandy won't risk it until Nirmala meets Rachel, it can re-shake Rachel's soul let alone Rachel just healed from her sight.
"Let's go down slowly" Maria led Rachel down from the bed.
"Thank you Mom" Rachel smiled.
After taking care of Rachel's return, Choky and Sandy take Rachel back to the palace to rest there.
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"Hel, this is for you" Sandy gave Rachel a medium-sized box wrapped in a hard gift.
"What is this Mas?" Rachel's forehead wrinkled and she wondered what the contents of the box were.
"Open up later" Sandy replied.
"Yes, I went into the room first, Mas" smiled Rachel.
Gilbert, Gerald, and Gerra help Rachel get into her room.
Rachel looked at her room with a smile. For a long time he had not seen the atmosphere of this comfortable room. Now he can see again. Rachel just put down the box that Choky gave her.
"Mommy, just take a break" said Gilbert.
"Thank you Brother," Rachel smiled seductively at her son. "You guys slept with Mommy?" Her request.
"Yes Mommy," said the three compact.
Rachel sat on the bed. His hand rubbed the mattress where he lay at night today. The place knits dreams and despair with tears. To sleep and sleep in exhaustion.
"Mommy," Gerra smiled at her mother.
"Dear, why?" Rachel smiled
"Gella is happy that Mommy can see something like that first" exclaimed Gerra with her happy face.
Rachel smiled warmly. He was also happy that he was able to return to see the world he had longed for.
"Darling, you're sleeping again. It's night," said Rachel softly.
"Yes Mommy," said the three compact.
"Have you washed your face and brushed your teeth?"
"It's Mom,"
The three went straight up to the bed and did not forget before going to bed they prayed first as Rachel applied to her three children.
Rachel put her three children to sleep as usual. The three twins immediately fell asleep in their sleep and this is the moment they always look forward to with the mother.
"Why do I remember that guy?" Rachel muttered.
Rachel took a deep breath and got out of bed. She sat down on the dresser to calm her mind which was now wandering somewhere.
"Thank God, I can finally see again." He smiled looking at his reflection in front of the mirror. "Anyone who has donated his eyes to me. I owe him a lot. Actually I can't have her take my place" Rachel let out a long sigh.
Rachel stared at her reflection in front of the mirror. He held her face repeatedly and believed that she could see as before.
Rachel shook her head repeatedly while with her eyes closed trying to repel the shadow.
"Why do I see that man in front of me?" He covered his ears like he was scared. "Mas Ramos," out of nowhere he dared to name the man who had ruined his life.
"No. No. gabe. No," Rachel tried to brush aside Ramos' shadow that was striking her head
"Mas Ramos,"
Rachel's tears suddenly fell. She held back her cries in order not to be heard by her three children. I don't know what happened to her, why does the shadow of her husband haunt Rachel's mind?
"Mas," Ramos hugged both of his arms while looking at the surroundings, as if he was looking for someone.
"Mas Ramos, why are you in my eyes?" She shook her head repeatedly trying to cast off the shadow of her husband.
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"Rayana" Nirmala still called her daughter's name.
"Mother wants to see you, son, forgive Mother. Mother misses you." The middle-aged woman was just sitting in a wheelchair as her head leaned back and stared blankly.
Benedicto wanted to give up on his wife. He was confused as to how. Benedicto is unlikely to force Rachel to forgive all their past mistakes.
"Rayana," hugging a photo of the twins. "Mother misses you, son," she cried with tears. "Mother wants to see you,"
There's no other way, Benedicto has to meet Rachel. It didn't matter if he had to prostrate himself on his feet in order to give him a chance. It's okay if Rachel refuses and hates Benedicto, as long as Rachel wants to forgive and accept Nirmala and cure the woman's depression because only Rachel can cure her mother's psyche.
"Rayana, where are you, son? Mother wants to hold you," she sounded heartbreaking.
Benedicto just kept quiet, he tired of himself comforting his wife. All the language he had put out so that his wife did not continue to think about their child. But still Nirmala dissolved in sadness and prolonged depression.
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A man was sitting in a wheelchair staring blankly ahead. He's wearing hospital bed pajamas. His face was pale without blood. His eyes did not blink at all.
The wind blew increasingly strong absorb into the feathers of his skin to make the feathers seem to stand up and cheer happily. But no matter how the wind hit his fragile body he still still enjoyed his long daydream.
The man's face was flat like a wall. There was no expression he showed. He was like a living statue deliberately displayed in front of a museum. As if I felt nothing including pain.
"Master," the assistant approached her. "Let's go in, here the air is very cold is not good for your health,"
But the man did not respond at all to the assistant's words. He didn't hear what his assistant said.
The assistant pulled the wheelchair to enter their luxurious residence.
"How's my brother?" Asked a woman who happened to cross paths with the assistant and the man.
"As usual Miss," replied the assistant.
The woman nodded. Then he squatted down in front of his sister. He stroked her brother's arm gently while smiling warmly.
"Sister, are you hungry? I've prepared Brother's favorite meal" she smiled.
The man remained unanswered he remained like a living statue sitting comfortably in his quarters.
"Yes, Brother, just take my brother to his room. I'll bring him some food. I'm taking care of the kids" the woman told her sister's assistant.
"Neither Miss,"
Seriate.....