The 18 Year Bride
Damian's Death

Although he said he would be my partner in the future, but if cared for by a young girl like this, let alone my own students it felt somewhat...

Right, I hate everything in this world, a pessimist, I became a teacher just to get on with life, that's all.

“Excuse me! Good morning!”

Someone screeched from the front door, making us who were enjoying breakfast so surprised, I even almost choked. Rarely do people visit home, especially early in the morning like this. Who?

Elijah stood up from the chair and went out, but I was also curious, so I followed him.

A parcel courier stood in front, then took out a letter from his bag, “There is a letter for master Damian Toma.”

“Forku?” I said, and I took the letter out of his hand.

Elijah who is not good enough to hide his curiosity, then pulled a little sleeve shirt, “From whom?”

I was silent, as I turned the letter around to see the name of the sender. It was from dad. After I received the letter, the courier left and we went back inside the house.I who had lost the appetite to continue eating breakfast, immediately locked myself into the room. To be honest, I was curious about the letter my father sent. The last letter I received from him was when he said he had married Rinna. And now what news does he want to tell you?

I ripped the envelope and started reading every sentence I wrote.

Your cousin's sister's wedding was held last week, everyone asked for your presence there, but because you chose to leave the Toma family, and it seems like you really don't care about me anymore.

Dad was embarrassed to have a stupid child who chose to live in the mountains instead of being a successor to the family. It is very damaging to the family relationship that has a good image, therefore I as the head of the Toma family, in order to maintain the image of the family and the name of the company, I decided to assume you are dead on this earth. that's all you can accept, this is your only last service to the family.

Shaking all over my body, my heart broke into pieces as I read the letter from him. The letter immediately fell from my grasp. It was as if I didn't have the slightest bit of energy even just holding a letter. I did want to die, but when he said it it felt like my neck was being slashed, and my life was floating right then and there. Is it that bad in her eyes? But did you ever understand me?

He spoke as if it was all my fault, from the childhood he never paid attention to me as his son, I accepted it. In fact he chose to remarry, no less than forty days after the death of his mother. Wh-wh-what for? Because he thirsts for honor, thirsts for affection and attention while he is reluctant to give it all even to his own son. For my father, I was born just to continue the company. Not more.

I think God granted my wish to die soon. Thank you for the bad luck of my birth. I'm proud of myself now, increasingly pessimistic and indifferent to the outside environment.

Since the arrival of the letter, I have kept quiet in my room. I didn't even go to teach, including giving Elijah an extra class. Just shut up, shut yourself up, and lie down. Just as my father said, I am dead on this earth...

“Sir Damian, dinner is ready. I made dumpling soup, suitable for warming the body.”

“Pak Damian really likes it, right?”

“Pak Damian?”

Elijah kept calling my name from the outside, he knocked on the door of the room repeatedly. However, I choose silence, please go Elijah, Go!

“Pak Damian not out all day, have not eaten. don't look like this I'm very worried.” He said in a soft voice.

“Pak Damian, please answer me.”

“I want to be alone, El.”

“But, Mr. Damian still hasn't eaten.”

“Please leave me alone! Go!” I said. My tone was a little high, so Elijah went silent immediately. Maybe I did the same thing as when he was here.

Finally the sound of his hand knocking on my door disappeared, as did the sound of his mouth constantly calling my name; mr. Damian...Mr. Damian.

Under the dim light of the room lamp, I kept looking at the light. I was so late in feeling so unwary that I didn't realize it was already night, Deserves Elijah worried.

My eyes were so fresh, no sleepiness came. Why did my letter bother my thoughts and feelings so much, I felt so hurt when he thought I was gone. Though I have gotten used to living without it and I have gotten used to shutting myself up without any interference from others, could it be because I was still expecting it?

Really, my head was so dizzy, nauseous, and so limp. I guess I can't sleep anymore. The sound of lizards and birds coming into my ears, I think the day is getting late. No Elijah sleeps in the bottom bed. He slept in the first room I gave him. Sorry Elijah, I feel like I failed myself.

Chequelek

I heard my door open, someone's footsteps came in.

“Excuse me, Mr. Damian, I brought you some food. If you really do not eat from earlier, it can hurt.”

I can't answer you, my body is so heavy Elijah. I'm not hungry, but I'm overheated, very uncomfortable. I had trouble breathing until a soft hand touched my forehead. His hands are so cold that they cool me. At once, I felt his coolness, the hand went away, and the sound of his footsteps was very strong, like a horse running fast.

I opened my eyes slowly, as soon as there was a wet cloth attached to my forehead. My vision was a little blurred, but I could see the figure of Elijah, my little wife. This is real you, right? Or just my imagination.

“Don't Worry Mr. Damian, it will definitely heal soon.”

Today it was very heavy, heavier than usual. And the night grew darker and drowned in the unstarred silence, still clearly imprinting the sentence written by the father. I admit firmly, that I was very sick because of it. I'm still expecting family, I'm still expecting dad's attention. Who would accept if their parents were selfish?

People who are dead, don't try to touch me. Thanks to you my marriage and Rinna went well, not to mention if Rinna is pregnant and has children, I do not have to bother sharing the inheritance for you. Let him take over, let you flee and die in solitude. The child is useless. Our happiness will be beautiful.

I open my eyes forcibly, I don't want to keep imagining. Stop dad, don't haunt my mind too.

“Mati.”

“I want to die.”

“Pak Damian!”

“True, I should have died. There is nothing more to expect from my life, and no one expects me. Shit, I also want to disappear, know.”

“Finely, sleep first again Mr. Damian.”

Elijah... Why are you looking at me like that? Staring at me so pityingly. Don't pity me Elijah, for what you need to love here is you, not me. You were forced to obey my father's unreasonable orders, to become the bride of a wasted teacher.

“Elia, I'm sorry. You get involved. Look, how many people would be sad if I died? No one thinks I'm important. Ha ha ha!” I look really bad, laughing just to calm myself down. So, how do I die? Hang yourself, drown, or drink poison? Death brings vengeance while seeing the world. It really suits me.

Puk puk puuk

Elijah patted both of my cheeks, until I turned my eyes back to look at him. Her brown eyes looked at me firmly, like they were emitting anger at my words.

“Is there anything funny?”

“I don't think there's anything funny about what Mr Damian said!”

I clap his hand, I can't resist melankolia, “If I don't laugh, I have a hard time venting it.” I quietly took a breath, my eyes turned towards the letter I had placed on the table. “My biological father said that I should die.”

Tap

Elijah put his finger on my lips, so I stopped my speech, “If your words can make you cry, then stop! No more spoken.”

“Although told of a very painful thing, why did Mr Damian add his own wounds?”

The look in his eyes made my soul tremble, Elijah hugged my body. And my head fell drowning in the clutches of his chest, “Not to be held, just let it be relieved. Its alright. If crying can make you calm, then cry.it is better than continuing to despair and give up for life.”

She rubbed my back gently, so my heart became a little calmer. I could not bear the sadness, my tears so deep. The clear bead came out soaking Elijah's nightgown.

“Already, definitely heavy, huh? It's okay.”

Just this time, don't let go of Elijah. Let me hug you too, I want to cry on the right shoulder. In the quiet of a peaceful night, I hugged her body tightly not wanting me to let go...

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This is already chapter 10 stories of bridal couples, teachers and students hehe. does not feel already here yes our journey, thank you for supporting us always sak (´ ⁇ ⁇ ⁇ `)♡

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