The Cruel Mafia Love Prison
WHAT WILL HAPPEN TO RICHARD.
"I'm sorry Rich, I'm sorry. My mouth can say that, but not with my heart telling lies. I know that you are actually a good person, so there is no way that I will grant your request on top of the great suffering and sacrifice you have made over the years, no, it will never be possible!"
Inner Revan who patted Richard's shoulder. And pretend if he agreed to the request he said just now.
AT 00:00 P.M.
In the evening hours that have shown at 00:00 pm the time for everyone to rest for a moment the body that has been all day doing activities every day that is work, work, and the clock is also for the subtle-bodies to do the activity usually that is flying. But unlike what Richard does today if everyone is asleep Richard instead focus in front of his laptop screen while focusing on a white sheet that he deliberately writes words for someone.
️ Maybe I don't know who you are and your true personality. But knowing all the suffering you have felt all this time makes me turn away and donate these eyes to you, so that you can see a very bright and beautiful view that should not be missed.
⁇ ️ And I'm sincere if I have to donate these eyes to you. Because maybe after what I wrote, I can no longer be in this world or can meet you or can talk to you directly. Being diagnosed with a history of malignant disease made me not waste this moment.
⁇ ️ And by donating both corneas to my eyes, I hope my corneas will be very useful for you and can continue a better life. And my message is not to be easily oppressed and to be very weak to someone who likes to trample on your pride. be patient and rise from your weak nature because I want you to be a strong and resilient woman will slam or insult others who will later make you more worse.
️ Be yourself who will only follow the same path of your mind without having to harm others, or harm yourself. That is my only request, Arise. Greetings from someone who will always support you "R ".
" Maybe these are the only words I can write for you, Resya, and maybe this is the last word I can send you. I love Resya so much.I love you so much, "in Richard, whose tears finally dripped some of the right drops on the paper he just wrote.
Folding a sheet of white paper which he then put on one of the envelopes and the box is white. Richard was finally able to be very relieved to be able to write these last words.
Before Richard decided to fall asleep, Richard picked up a flat object that had been on his desk. And then he gave a message to Gibran, his men whom he trusted in every way.
@ Gibran tomorrow I'll send you a box and I want you to give that box to Revan. And I'm asking you to give me the box directly without having to tell someone to deliver it, so you understand."
" CLICK "ONE INCOMING MESSAGE.
AT 07:00 IN THE MORNING.
Sometimes when we love someone we also need to sacrifice, whether it's a small sacrifice or a big sacrifice. And what I did was my biggest decision, and my regret all along.
Because I was too stupid and easily trusted all the words spoken by him without looking and investigating who was right and who was wrong. And finally it was my regret that prompted me to sacrifice like this.
And I don't care what risk I'll take later, if I die, either, I might die in a sincere state without the great guilt that I have long been craving for him.
And if I am blind and cannot see anyone including you, at least I can feel the darkness that you have been feeling and constantly haunting yourself every day.
Resya I love you so much. If from now on I can no longer see and look at your face, at least I can carve and imagine your face in the inner eye of my heart later.
But besides that I am also haunted by fear if what I want is not like the reality of what will happen later. And my fear, I was afraid that the shadow in my inner eye would slowly begin to disappear, and I would never see you again.
But fate has God set it at whatever risk I've faced all this. Goodbye the light that always shines on me in my day or night that can help me to see the stars that shine every night, maybe after this I will not be able to see all these beautiful views, maybe even worse, I may not be able to stare and remember what my face will be like.
Goodbye to the bright light.
In a very quiet place and quite high, there was a man in a black jacket who was none other than Richard, Richard, it was just above the height and could only feel the breeze that seemed to touch his face. His only focused gaze saw all directions and the eye glances were relentlessly moving all directions.
Finally, he encouraged her to immediately pull out a white sheet which he then tied right to his eyes. With his footsteps slowly he stepped forward right below it was a ravine that reached several meters deep.
SERIATE