PUNISHMENT OF DESTINY
CHAPTER 34. QUESTIONING MISHELL'S RESEMBLANCE

"Non we've reached the family home of the deceased. Do you want to use a wheelchair? let me put it down" said the driver.

"No need sir, I'll just be married to Sister Mishell."

"How Brother, is Brother Mishell not tired of supporting me?"

"Dear, if it's comfortable for you, I'll be happy to always be your support."

"Thank you brother, let's get down!"

"It seems, the guests have started to arrive, dear. But I saw there were only two middle-aged women who were greeting the guests."

"It's probably both young mothers sister."

"Oh, come on baby hold my hand, let's get them samperin."

Marshell also memapah Kalila, then without shame and doubt he invited Kalila to meet the two young mothers Marshell.

Along the way there were ranting people who knew Kalila, they were surprised to see Kalila in the man whose face was very similar to that of the late Marshell.

Similarly to both young mothers, they syock like seeing Marshell come back to life.

"This can't be Brother! Marshell is dead! He can't come here!" said second young mother.

"Yes Dek, he's not Marshell, look at his hair and skin are different. But strangely enough, there was a time so similar to Marshell and came also with the disabled girl," said the first young mother.

"Or this is the old man's wits, it could be, he asked someone for surgery by plagiarizing Marshell's face, isn't the old man a lot of money. So there was nothing impossible for him to do. Now again sophisticated times, our faces can be operated as we wish."

"Yes you're right, we're not afraid. She's not Marshell" whispered the young mothers.

Mishell who heard the babble only responded with a smile, while Kalila was surprised, all this time no one had ever said about Mishell's face that resembled Marshell as the guests had said earlier.

Kalila paused for a moment, in addition to unwind, he was curious to ask what he had heard earlier.

"Stop, I'm tired!"

"Do you want me to carry a cradle or use a wheelchair?"

Kalila shook her head, then she asked the question, "Sister, is that true what I just heard?"

"What dear, is it about my face?"

"Do you resemble the late Brother Marshell? Why hasn't anyone said that to me, Grandpa included. What are you trying to hide from me?"

"Don't get me wrong Honey, Grandpa just doesn't want you to be sad, so Grandpa forbids everyone from saying that, until your spirit to heal returns."

"Well, the evidence is now that he allowed me to appear before the Marshells."

"In addition, there are many differences between us, from haircuts, skin color and body posture and moles on the chin. So, I just happen to be a look-alike but not Marshell. I'm Mishell your husband, not your ex-fiancee" Mishell replied firmly.

"I'm sorry if you thought we were lying. We just want to do our best to help you heal, honey."

Finally Kalila also understood and ignored the babble of the guests, then he asked Mishell to clean it again.

Mishell did what Kalila asked and they walked back to the two young mothers.

"It seems that your feet have made progress, you can go to Marshell's tomb later" said the 2nd young mother.

"But what is this, why does this guy look like Marshell? you can't be so easily lied to, Marshell's dead so it's impossible to come back to life."

"Why did your grandfather get someone else to become Marshell? Oh yeah, maybe he's hoping that you'll get well soon because Marshell lives in this young man's body."

"Help the mothers, be a little polite in speaking. Whether I'm the same or not with Marshell is none of your business."

"It's my own body and it just so happens that God left me a face almost the same as Marshell. It's a gift. So please don't connect with Grandpa."

"Eh, yeah! What is possible in this world there are people whose face and posture are almost exactly the same except twins. While Marshell doesn't have a twin brother."

"It's a mother's miracle. And I'm grateful to have met Miss Mishell."

"Oh yes mother, greetings, we have talked a lot but do not know each other," said Mishell as he reached out.

Both mothers still did not believe what they saw, but they welcomed Mishell's hand and introduced themselves.

"The face is the same but in the words you are much different from Marshell. Marshell has never been this gentle, let alone with us" said the second mother.

"And I told you mom, it just so happens to look alike."

"Oh, mom, can I meet you and Mom? How are they doing now?"

"Come in! their condition is very concerning. That's why you come here often, look at them. Even if you can't be their daughter-in-law, at least they've considered you a child."

"The cost of medicine is very expensive, while the company is looking at it, where maybe we can continue therapy."

"Yes, relax! unless there are people who are kind enough to help, at least resurrect the company again, so that you can all be healthy and smooth again business."

"Why can that be, Mom? Back when Brother Marshell was holding, this company was advancing and even many branch children had been in his possession."

"Oh, we're just resigned" said the second young mother, pretending to be sad.

Kalila also felt mother, she could not let the late company go bankrupt just like that. Kalila's plan after coming home from this house, will discuss it with grandfather.

"Oh yes please come in, first brother and papa must be happy to see you coming."

"Let's get in, sister" asked Kalila.

After Kalila came in, the second mother smiled, then said, "My actions are good, sister, hopefully the disabled girl asked her grandfather to help our company."

"Oh yeah, where's Reza? don't let him make trouble because that young man isn't Marshell. I'll also talk to my son, they don't act weird before we get that help. We'll all be threatened if the company goes bankrupt."

"All right, let's go find them."

The two also look for their respective sons, to explain in order to be sweet towards Kalila and Mishell.

The waiter shows Papa and Mama Marshell's room, and Mishell enters with Kalila.

There was an old man sitting in a wheelchair facing out the window and a mother lying on the bed.

Seriate.....