VARSHA
Section 11

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The letter that was within his grasp was squeezed firmly. Rania was crying alone in a quiet room.

The continuous pain rained down on his heart so strongly. He could not believe what had just happened. Was it true that the man with the sweet smile hurt her this badly?

Rania still doesn't know who Park Jim-in is married to. The cold-blooded young master who hid the wound in a smile.

Wailing sounds slashing, in silence there is only the sound of crying. He could not see his mother one last time, the woman he loved more than anything.

A few minutes later, after feeling a little calm, he opened the letter. The paper that is not perfectly shaped shows the handwriting of the mother. Tears flowed back on her flushed cheeks.

Rania read the words contained in the paper.

"Varsha darling. Forgive me for marrying you to young master Park Jim-in. You know, mamah has kidney failure that must wash the blood at all times? Without you knowing, Young Master always sends money to seek treatment. Honey, if one day God calls you mamah, and something happens to keep you from seeing mamah for the last time, please don't hate the Young Master or the great mistress. The lonely boy master. During this time often confined in luxury and lost affection. You also feel like you miss the presence of father, right? The head of the Park family died with your father just as they were about to go abroad together. Their plane had an accident. It was at that moment that Young Master truly felt lost. The madam went into work and left him alone. A few years later the madam decided to betroth you. Especially when a tragic accident befalls Young Master. You can be the sun for him. You have a bright smile that can rekindle his spirit. You are also a good son, sholehah pride mamah and father. In return to Park's family, I hope you can love Park Jim-in. Now he's your husband. Just be devoted to him, son. Because heaven is in the pleasure of the husband."

That was the contents of the letter that made Riana's cry again break. He hugged while squeezing a letter given by his mother, as if it became the last object of his relics.

It has been six months since the wedding took place, Rania has not met her mother. During that time, she prayed for the best for him. But fate says something else. Khalik called him first.

Bak was showered with thousands of needles news about the death of the mother was so heartbreaking. Rania can't do anything now. After reading the last message from his mother, he realized something.

Jim-in, the heartless man still has a conscience for his mother-in-law. Unbeknownst to him, the husband always gave money for treatment. Honey, destiny says otherwise, God loves Basimah more.

Rania did not blame anyone. Everyone has arranged, God knows what's best for him.

"I wish I could have had a better marriage. I obey the predestined strokes that have been outlined," whispered Rania to silence.

The night was getting late and the rain was coming. Basimah's funeral, Rania's mother, ended this afternoon. There was no time for him to meet his mother's body. Only able to pray that the late may be placed at His side the best.

Rania had fallen asleep in the cradle of exhaustion. Scars of sadness still appeared on his father's face. The two round eyes swelled up with flushed noses. His lips were still as fond as his old cry.

The man who was sitting in a wheelchair as her husband continued to look at Rania in silence.

His white hand outstretched gently rubbed the head with the hijab of the wife. This is the second time Jim-in has touched Rania. The woman he wanted to be present in his life, hoping that the figure could be comforting when boredom struck.

However, it seemed to be a boomerang for him. Jim-in increasingly does not understand with something that disturbs the deepest heart.

Not long after that he went to his bed. He tries alone to reach his king size without the help of Sang Oh or anyone else. He lay there and looked at both of his feet.

There are only eyes that speak without a word being said. In the silence of the night his mind raged over what had already happened.

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Finished carrying out the obligation, Rania immediately went out of the room without even looking at the husband. There is no waking moment to worship together. I don't know why the wound is still in the chest.

The door was tightly shut, just stepping out of the room, Rania was speechless looking at the marble floor below. It was like a guilty feeling greeting him just like that. The mother's words in the letter last night turned around again. If he had to do good no matter what.

"Is that a will? If it's true, I have to do it. God help me to get through it all. Lay down the chest of the servant in the face of this situation," he murmured to strengthen himself.

He stepped into the kitchen to make breakfast as usual. Some of the people in charge of making food were astonished when they saw his arrival. They think that Rania shouldn't have done her duty so quickly.

Whispers for the sake of whispers are buzzing in hearing. Without heeding that, Rania did what she used to do.

Thirty minutes later the food he made was finished. He brought it to serve the young master. Her nettle iris continued to look down diving in the warm soup on the tray. The usual ayu face shows the hospitality gone already. The smile on his lips was gone and tightly clenched.

"Ro." Call someone.

Rania looked up to find her husband a few meters ahead. However, she was not alone, there was a woman standing behind the young master. A fluffy smile on her thin lips adds to her beauty.

"I brought Yuuna here to introduce her directly to you. Like I said that day .. I love Yuuna so much."

Simultaneously with those words finished being spoken a nap that contained breakfast for him regardless of the grasp. It made him fall apart, fragments scattered in front of him. Rania's eyes widened instantly in disbelief of what she had just heard. Her husband returned with new wounds.

Just yesterday she got hurt and now her husband is fighting again. Which wife doesn't get hurt when her husband takes another woman and says he loves her? Same with Rania. He who initially did not understand what his feelings were, now realized something. If love had grown there. A one-word pain represents what he is feeling right now.

How many times do tears come out of her petals? Can not the husband give an umbrella in the rain that repeatedly hit due to his behavior? Rania doesn't want to cry anymore. However, circumstances forced him to let out rainwater behind the cloudy clouds in his eyes.

The woman named Yuuna just fell silent while smiling meaningfully. I don't know what she's thinking, Rania doesn't know.

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