Revenge And Desire of The Mafia
Extra Part: The Diary

*This cart contains Ilena's handcrawl written in her diary.

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On a rainy night, I was just about to return to the orphanage after Mother Sorena again punished me. I never know what my mistakes are so I should always be blamed. I was too small to know. Clearly, from the look in their eyes, there was no love for me.

I'd rather live in an orphanage. I feel loved by wasted children just like me. We feel the same fate as the cover. But somehow suddenly my father asked me to go home by sending some of his men. Yeah, I think I'll live happily after meeting my family. But it didn't.

My mother and sister never thought of me as their family. I am just a prank for them. And treat me like a servant.

Harsh words always come out of my brother's mouth. But if in front of Dad, they pretend to be nice to me. Is this similar to the Cinderella story? I wish I was. There will be a prince who will help me from this downfall.

Until I finally met the young man. The young man looked so desperate that he wanted to end his life. Whether it's luck or not. I managed to save him and scolded him.

Funny, isn't it? I'm an 11-year-old boy and I scold a kid older than me. What do I know about living that bravely scolding him?

I took her to an old building near the parlour that I used to use to be alone. I like the silence. I'm tired of the noise.

The young man was confused because I brought him to the old building of the former church. She's freezing. More precisely we.

I brought some firewood and asked him to light a fire. We warmed our bodies together.

We talked a little about the life we lived. We have suffered a lot of misfortune. That's what I concluded when he told me.

After a long time, he asked me what my name was. I said if we didn't know each other, so we shouldn't tell each other their names.

I propose you should call each other with your favorite colors only. I said I like purple. He called me 'Purple'. I asked her what her favorite color was.

He said he chose black. Because it fits with his life. I said find another name. Black will be hard to be white. I said he'd just pick a 'Grey' color. Gray color approaching white. Hopefully, if his life can be polished to get close to white.

After the meeting that night, I often met him in that old building. We decided to become friends with the calls 'purple and grey'. Ah, it's so funny we are.

I wrote in my diary, three days after we met. After the rain that night, my diary got wet and it took time to dry it. He asked me why I like to write in my diary. I said I wrote my story so I could remember it. And this diary is my friend. He accompanies me wherever I am.

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After a long time I met the young man nicknamed 'Grey', my life became more colorful. I knew she might not remember me after we grew up.

But, by writing down all our stories in this diary, I hope he still remembers me when we meet again.

That day, my man came back. This time I really have to go back to the family home. The family he said was my family. I bear the family's big name.

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Dear Diary's,

My life is really lonely now. I only have you by my side. In this family, I'm not a princess, I'm just a servant. I have so much mirrored my fate.

I can't get out of the house because they always lock me up. The whip penalty I'll get if I complain to my father. What kind of house is this? Maybe this is what is called hell.

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I wonder how that guy is doing. Does he still remember me? It's been years. And I've entered adolescence just like he used to.

17 Years is a time when every child can be happy by falling in love for the first time. And thumping for the first time.

I don't feel it. My life is busy taking care of my mother and sister. Be a servant to them.

Dad was also getting sick. I started taking care of Dad. He's all I got. And I have to be strong for him.

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I'll stop writing here. There's no more time. I want to close the pages of my story I've been through.

Pain, suffering, is now my friend. Expect that guy to come into my life and save me? It doesn't feel possible. Forget everything from now on, Ilena. Close your book and come back to life.

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In a hospital, a man was sitting in his wheelchair waiting for his best friend who was taking medicine for him. He saw all around him how many people passed by because they were sick and wanted to be examined here.

He should be thankful that he is still alive. The dark past should be closed and he replaced it with a bright future. But it all seems lost. Now he is alone and cannot reach his future.

"Sorry, it's been a long wait. This is the medicine you should be taking for the next month." The man's friend has arrived.

"Thank you, Grey." The man received his medicine package.

"Did you hear what the doctor said? Your legs can still return to normal walking as long as you have a strong desire to be healed. Next week you start taking physiotherapy classes here."

The man's ears heard Grey's ravings but his eyes were on someone holding a girl covered in blood entering the hospital area.

"Red, you heard me, right?" ask Grey.

"Huh?! That's kan..." Grey did not continue his sentence either.

Red looked at the face of the girl he recognized in the sling of a man. The girl's face was pale with blood soiling the man's clothes as well as her.

"Ilena.." - Red.

Everyone stared in panic as the man who was Dharma kept shouting.

"Ilena!" exclaim Red who pressed a button on his wheelchair to get closer.

Ilena's body was placed on top of the gurney and pushed into the IGD room. Along the way, Dharma kept holding Ilena's hand to strengthen the girl.

"Ilena, hang! You must be strong!" dharma repeatedly.

"Set up the operating room right now!" White takes over and joins Ilena's rescue.

"You just calm down! Ilena must have survived!" White patted Dharma on the shoulder to strengthen her.

"What's this?" A voice made Dharma soar in shock. Red came in his wheelchair with Grey.

"Ilena had an accident" Dharma replied. He sat in front of the operating room with his face down.

"What-what?!" Red was shocked to hear this.

Red's body lost its life. His life is back in the storm.

Red pulls Dharma's collar.

"How come? How could this happen? I let it go for you so you can take care of it! Why is he wretched, huh?!"

Red's eyes are reddened. Sadness and anger are mixed into one.

"Red, already! Don't do this!"

Grey tried to mediate their debate.

"I'm sorry, Red.." said Dharma.

Red's body is shaking. She cried. He cried bitterly because he was so afraid. Many times he lost Ilena and he could not afford to lose Ilena again.

While in the operating room. White tries her best to save Ilena.

"Doctor, the bleeding in his head won't stop. We have to do something!" yell a nurse.

"His head had a pretty hard bump. Hope he survives!" said a senior doctor.

"I'm sure he's strong!" white looked at the senior doctor.

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Hi Diary, hey,

I finally met you again. I bought you because I thought I'd start to like to write my story on every page of your place.

I bought you with Dharma. You know who he is? He was a good man who helped me. He's a warm guy with all his sweetness and attention.

What about my past man? I don't know. I want to forget him and start my life with Dharma.

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Why is it that every time I want to forget her, I get back to her?

And the strange thing is .. he is a Dharma friend. What kind of destiny am I living in?

All rotations are centered on Red only... And I just circled around him.

Will the vortex of fate bring me to you, Red?

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*There's still a continuation of the story, genks. Jan buru2 carried away and here 😘😘😘

*next?

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