This Love Killed Me (Dark Love)
End of Sherin's Life

Sherin gasps in shock, her mother's body collapsing right in front of her. Fresh blood seeped, and within seconds it pooled on the floor.

"Mama! Mama!" shouted Sherin. He ran to his mother. He shook his helpless body. There was no reaction, Madam Dewi had already lost her life.

"Mama! Mama! Wake Ma!" sherin cried with tears. He put the head of the Goddess Mother on his lap. Wish there was a miracle that brought her mother back to life.

"Now my grudge is over" said Freya. He walked up to Sherin, holding his gun.

"Sister, you, why are you doing this? Where did you get that gun?" asked Sherin nervously. Looking at Freya now, the fur felt like bristling.

Freya did not answer. He sat down crouching while commenting on a slanted smile.

Freya wiped Sherin's tears with the tip of the gun. Makes the owner dumbfounded in fear.

"Mama deserves all this. Just so you know, Sherin, after Mama kicked me out, I was trapped in a dark world. I lived in Russia .. and became .. mafia," Freya said with a deadly look.

"Bec.mafia." Sherin's getting shaky. Heard the word mafia, and felt the tip of the gun rubbing his cheek. Sherin's blood flow stopped at once.

"Yes, mafia. There are thousands of lives dead at my hands. Sherin, you're lucky because I still have compassion. But, if you don't accept Mama's death, I will also make you end up like her. I don't have much time to hear this mouth crying or lamenting his death." This time Freya stuck the tip of the gun right on Sherin's lips.

"No, sister, please don't do that!" sahut Sherin's. Long hair was undulating, a rhythm of the head shaking.

"Then be quiet and don't cry. Leave him alone, I'll take care of the funeral!" Freya said with high intonation.

Freya then moved from her seat. He walked to the room.

But not far away he walked, his sense of hearing caught a slow and suspicious sound.

Freya quickly looked back. Sherin stood not far from her, holding a large vase.

Freya smiled slanted, apparently Sherin had evil intentions.

"You killed Mama, you should feel the same way!" Already, Sherin can no longer cover up his intentions.

Whatever his mother has done, he doesn't want Freya to do him any harm.

"Hit it, if it makes you satisfied!" freya said with ease.

Sharp eyes stared at Sherin who was about to throw a vase at her.

The next second, Sherin threw the vase over quickly. And with a slight movement, Freya managed to dodge. As a result, the vase hit the wall and fell on the floor.

Now change Freya who directs the gun, the index finger ready to pull the trigger.

"I'm willing to help you, but apparently your heart is not much different from your mother's. You'll end up with her." Freya squinted, pity vanished already, changing the anger.

Sherin did not answer, but quickly turned around, and ran.

But not yet had his feet stepped on the doorway, the sound of explosions was heard again. Sherin had no strength to step up, her growth collapsing helplessly.

Freya smiled, then her legs swung toward Sherin. He sat down in front of her.

"Thank God, because I killed you right away. I'm willing to give up my desire to skin you alive, you owe me a thank you, Sherin." Freya propped up Sherin's chin with the tip of the gun. He enjoys Sherin's hateful face.

"Take off your emotions, you're dying, Sherin! Even to talk, you're not capable, are you?" Freya laughed grinningly.

"You savage, you crazy woman!" sherin's growled. His hand held a sore and tight chest.

Freya raised her left hand, she propped up Sherin's chin with both fingers. Then he plays his gun right in front of Sherin's face.

"You son of a bitch!" sherin growled with a loud breath.

Freya did not answer, but she directly pointed her gun into Sherin's mouth. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger, letting the hot bullet puncture the throat.

"Your mouth is too annoying, I don't like that." Freya moved from her seat. Sherin's body was on the floor with no life.

"If it wasn't for a bit of pity, I would have ripped your mouth apart, not shot it!" freya said without guilt.

Then he called someone, and told him to clean up the bodies of his mother and step-sister

***

A noisy voice filled the office room, breaking the silence that had been encircling.

After lunch, all the staff started to open their voices. Throwing the unkempt that was only stored in the heart.

"Erwin invited me to lunch outside" said Siska, one of the employees who had worked in Freya's office for a long time.

"Something else seems to be happening" Andin quipped with a crisp laugh.

"Ashik, eat," said Tamara with a carefree smile.

"What the hell are you guys, just got lunch." Siska lowered her head, hiding her face that blushed in embarrassment.

"Pepet continued Sis, mumpung still young, still sweet-sweet legit. Don't let it be like Miss Oliv, still single at an almost old age, it must have been tasteless." Tamara laughed out loud. It's been their custom, talking about Freya in the back.

"Kok can ya Bu Oliv is not practical, even though his face is beautiful, treasures are also abundant. He includes body perfection, but ..kok no one asked yes," said Siska. The tail of his eyes glanced at Tamara and Andin.

"Something said he wanted to marry, but he just didn't want to. Sok selling expensive, not old age, still young leaves," said Andin lightly.

"Hus, don't be fussy. Suddenly he's nongol, mucking us." Tamara glared at Andin.

"Today, it's people not coming in, said Bu Yana there is important business" Andin said.

"What business, find a soul mate?" Siska laughed again.

"Maybe, ngenes too if alone continues. But, pity his partner later," said Andin.

"Pity why?" ask Tamara.

"Western food, Miss Oliv is almost out of date. Surely there is no sweetness, which is there__" Not yet Andin continued his sentence, suddenly high hells floated, and fell right on the table, in front of them.

Suddenly the three of them turned their heads, and all immediately turned deathly pale, when they saw the figure of Freya standing behind. I don't know since when Freya came, no one knows.

"Good day, Miss Oliv." They greeted as they bowed, hoping that Freya would not hear her talk.

"Pack your things, and get out of here! You guys got fired without a severance!" snapped Freya with a sharp look.

"But Bu___"

"And not only that, the names of the three of you will be blacklisted. I'll make sure no one in the office wants to recruit you!" freya Strictly.

Freya clenched her hands tightly, emotions stirring at the sight of others intruding on privacy. Inevitably, his memories flashed back to the past. Jordan, a name that remains enthroned, although now he does not know how it is.

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