Surai Kasih Tiga Lives
Episode 117 Dream?.
Back to Nancang.
Sayup sayup heard footsteps approaching a bed, where a pair of bodies were sleeping there, enjoying the shade of the night.
The blanket, which is quite strangely warm for both bodies, is not the focus for a shadow, which is now staring at them.
Both of them did not feel another foreign body there. They keep warming each other with a hug of happiness that feels very thick.
The shadow displayed a faint glance, hesitating for a moment, and immediately turned resolute as fast as lightning.
''Before I change my decision, I must do so immediately.'' Mumbled the shadow.
The figure of the misterus, quickly determining the center point of his white light silhouette, on the woman's forehead.
And without saying anything, he got up from there after doing something over someone else's body.
''If the wind tonight blows greet, then it will bring everything to our final destination.'' The shadowy man's shrill voice, interrupted by a gentle breeze sweeping across his body, disappeared between the dimensional space of the moon water mirror.
Meanwhile...
In a dim distance, a body walked with a sham, and his handsome face seemed to be now gloomy.
There is no hue of life in his charisma.
Her lips twitched softly as the sound of a soft sobbing, with a sense of pain that was filling her heart.
''If everything should be like this, why should you meet?.'' Lirih.
The figure continued to walk without realizing, there was another figure following him in confusion.
The shadow man, bringing his body deeper into the forest, also remained unable to notice the presence of the female shadow behind him.
Until, right on the edge of a swamp, with a stretch of terai that almost covers the entire surface of the water. The figure of the man stopped, and rested there.
With a gloomy face like darkness in that night, he muttered again. ''Why should we be found?.''
His sobs rang out again, as if a song of pain full of passion.
Even a figure of a body that stood not far away, along exhausting his tears.
''I just want to be with her, but why is everything so painful, why does everything have to be like this?.'' Said the man back.
Hearing the murmur, the shadow of the woman there felt tightness in the chest, there was a heartache that was now pouring down on her heart and heart.
So that makes the woman, more melted tears, as if she knew the man on the edge of the swamp.
However, no matter how much pain he felt, somehow the figure of the woman was reluctant to approach, and just stared without doing anything.
''If things are going to be like this, then I don't want my race anymore, I won't take care of this heart and heart anymore.'' Continue the man with a clear crystal sweat from both eyes.
And the woman there still remained silent.
Only tears were melted, which was proof of his presence.
While the man at the edge of the swamp, starting to move his hand, he squeezed his field chest, gripped it, and pricked his finger in quickly, while speaking. '' I no longer need this heart, which beats with your gift, I don't want to remember it ahhhkkk...''
A loud shout, with a short tempo, sounded loud at the edge of the well.
A lake that is considered a sacred place, and is known to be the starting place for travel to another world.
The man's face seemed to change, becoming more flat and cold.
A hole is formed in the chest of the field, just as the hand is pulled in the opposite direction from before.
A red liquid gushed forth from within the hole, and on top of that hand, a lump like flesh in his grip was strong, as if he was grasping an object he hated most.
''Degup.degup...degup..degup.''
Meanwhile, witnessing this, the body of the woman behind him rumbled, resting on the ground not far from the man's body on the edge of the swamp.
There was sadness pressing down on his chest, even in the confusion that he did not understand, his tears kept flowing.
''Why am I this sad?, who is he to me?.'' The woman muttered in silence.
I don't know why, he can't say a word. In the midst of the many questions in his mind right now, only sorrow and suffering dominated.
However, the woman had not yet understood everything, again she was surprised, when a voice was heard again.
''Byuri...''
The figure of the man, without a second thought, threw the thumping object in his hand, into the swamp of the pool of life.
He stood koko in the same place, while speaking in a soft tone, but seemed flat. ''Go....''
The man looked back at the swamp flatly, nothing implied from that face when he did so.
Until a word is heard again. ''Fight for him if you can, and I will wait for him here until he returns, to punish me for the death of his entire clan.''
Meanwhile, a woman who was now resting behind him, looked even more apprehensive, the more he looked at the back of the man in front of him, the more his chest ached and...
''Aahhhkk...''
Shouted a woman in a room, interspersed with breath in the middle of panting, even cold sweat had drenched his entire body.
The longer the body is stretched.
Meanwhile, the man beside her started to pry and open his eyes. The man noticed something strange, in the Queen's sleep.
With a face full of anxiety, he tried to wake his wife. ''Yun.yuun...'' With a rather loud voice.
Hearing someone's call, the woman slowly opened her eyes and reflexively spoke. ''Why is it so sad?.''
''What are you talking about Empress, who is pathetic?, and what has made you like this?.'' The man's quick voice who was none other than, was emperor Jing gently while lifting the body of a woman who was none other than, was Ziaruo into the arms of his dashing body.
Emperor Jing hugged his wife's body tightly but was unable to hide her feelings of fear, as well as her anxious eyes.
''You know, you have scared me Yun, don't be like this again in the future.'' Jing continued, still hugging Ziaruo's body.
''I don't know him, my mummy even I just look at his back.'' Said Ziaruo, entrusting his body in the Emperor's arms.
Ziaruo said as he was, he was indeed not directly facing the man.
However, he clearly guessed who the man was.
A young man with a face similar to the husband, but has an aura, and authority that is far different.
''Who is he?, even I can understand all his turmoil, as if everything is adrift with me.'' Ziaruo.
And as usual, Jing would always listen to whatever it was, which was spoken from Ziaruo's lips. For the Emperor, anything about the Empress is important and true.
''But ''But.... I don't know why as if I understand, and understand what he's going through.'' The woman returned, still in a quiet voice.
He bowed his head but, still leaning against the husband's chest.
Hearing his words, Emperor Jing was increasingly unable to cover up his anxiety.
However, this time it was not the same anxiety, with just a moment ago, rather he was now jealous.
And of course, he did not want Ziaruo to know his irrational feelings, with a voice that he pressed as quietly as possible, he asked. ''Do you know him?.''
Emperor Jing actually felt doubtful, asking that. However, for some reason his lips seemed to not respond to the orders of the mind.
''Even now I am also jealous, with the man in your dream Yun, if I can.'' Mumbled in Jing's heart.