The Mafia Bride
POV: RYU
That afternoon, after returning from his place to study. Ryu and Zoya panicked to death. Because she lost Siena. She and Zoya immediately search for Siena's whereabouts, whether it's at the police station or a place Siena might visit.
Ethan called all the hospitals in town, thinking that Siena was going to the hospital for delivery. But in any hospital there is no Siena. Then Ethan orders his men to trace Siena's whereabouts.
A day had passed the search Siena did not, yielded results. Ryu and Zoya report the disappearance of Siena. And Ryu suspects that his mother was kidnapped by enemy Kenzi. However, all of Ryu's allegations are broken by the absence of evidence of Siena's abduction. It made him even more heartbroken, and no longer knew what to do.
"Why did everyone leave me." said Ryu softly, sitting in a chair staring at his feet.
"I'm a useless child! it's useless! Ryu continued to hit his own leg.
Zoya who was sitting on the other chair, came straight over and squatted in front of her.
" That's enough, don't hurt yourself." Zoya held Ryu's hand and held it tightly. "I beg you.."
"I will repay them!" Ryu stood his hands clenched.
"No, Ryu!" Zoya stood up and hugged Ryu tightly. The girl cried feeling the same pain, while continuing to hug Ryu.
"You don't have to dirty your hands by taking revenge on them, it's the same as killing yourself." Ethan, who had been silent, finally spoke up.
"You can't change anything that's happened, but you can change it from yourself." The man sat on the chair staring intently at the glass on the table.
"Stay after your ideals until you can. About your mom and dad, we're looking the same. What we need right now is calm and we better leave this place before they find you."
As a result of Ryu's accusations against Kenzi's enemies, the situation has not improved. Ryu and Zoya become their next target. Before that happens, Ethan decides to help and look after Ryu and Zoya. Invite them to move places for a while.
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At daybreak, away from the city. It became so ripe and full. Healing trauma and feelings of anxiety. In the tenderness of the dawn, a person so eager to embrace and enter himself. Both feet of Ryu stepped gently in the morning finding a dry twig, the shade of a tree, the surface of the ground that was so rare in a city perfectly covered with asphalt, and concrete.
Beautiful memories with his parents back to tear his wounded mind. A Mother who is more patient than a lover. Kenzi's voice called out to him when he had just arrived and smiled widely after coming home from work.
All the memories of home, all the innocence, happiness and no anxiety. Enjoy the day, about everything. Now it turns into grief and becomes a memory. That feeling, the corner of the house, the memories of childhood. Comfortable spoiled feeling, warm atmosphere in the family.
The longing for a tender Siena is sometimes chatty. The father who always indulges and comforts while crying in despair.
"Mom, Dad, how long is this?" ryu lirih.
"Mother, I'm sorry to have wasted my time, made you worry and tired of aging, God gave them back to me."
"Mother, I want to put my age at a low level, so that I can give you happiness that is taken away by circumstances."
Ryu dropped his body on the ground, sat down to bow his head for a moment, then looked up at the soft shining sun.
"Yumuuuu..!!!!" his screams sounded bitter, accompanied by the roar of tears.
"You're not alone, there's me who will always accompany you. We're looking the same, even if not until when."
Ryu lowered his head, staring at Zoya's finger coiled around his waist.
"Don't despair." whispered Zoya softly.
Ryu turned his body, then hugged the girl tightly.
"Thank you.."
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dad.mom..
Your palm, your pulse, the splash of sweat that soaked your body while taking care of me.
You are always alone in your world full of obstacles, you are always silent when sick and injured.
you who have always loved and loved me, taught me, counseled me tirelessly. Even though my adult life is chaotic and fragile, yet you never hated me in the least.
As tender as love, beyond the ocean, you pour forth energy and thought for your child, as smoothly as you scan patiently in the recesses of a prayer among thousands of prayers for me.
Fathering..Moms
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