VARSHA
Section 33

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It's been almost a month since Jim-in and Rania left the Park mansion. The simple life that he never thought of in fact now must be carried. Jim-in can't believe that living away from the ins and outs of stacked paper on a table feels soothing. Especially when only his wife is loyal to be beside him.

Since then, Rania decided to sell cakes to connect her life. Jim-in also helped market the hand of his beloved wife. It was not willing that he actually saw the masterpiece of Rania shared with others. However, how else would it be for the survival of their household.

"Had oppa no need to whine like a child. I don't give you this cake for free. I sold it and we got the money." Rania said for the umpteenth time.

"Hah~ well then I go back first." Jim-in just left his wife.

"Oppa is strange, its name is also effort. Hah~ every day the effect is getting better." Although in the words there was a tone of annoyance, but a smile could not deceive his happiness.

Behind the house there is a field that is not too wide. The simple building relics of Rania's parents look still managed after the death of the owner. Jim-in is grateful to be able to find such a simple residence. He thought there must be a lot of memories that Rania had left there. Of course, no one would take it for granted.

Now the new owner was looking at the sky above. White clouds followed the wind. His breath hit a face as clear as a percent. The perched crescent moon arch adds good looks.

His eyes flashed on a plank standing firmly before him. Instantly both of his hands clenched tightly. The shadow of the past collides with each other in memory. The blood sighed violently when the strong will prevailed. Instinctively his feet stepped towards the small shed not far from where he stood.

Deg!!

He could feel his heart going too fast. The memory that is about to be removed forces a recall. Jim-in has no power to resist his desire to take up a hobby that has not been mastered for a long time. His white hand was stretched out on a bow and arrow that was neatly displayed on one of the barn boards.

The smile grew even more when the object was in his grasp. With light steps Jim-in comes back out.

This gust of wind during the day instantly grew louder. Both of his feet were again on the abandoned ground. He put up a position ready to target the target in front there. Highlight eyes as sharp as an eagle ready to pounce on its prey.

Without any words spoken clearly printed firmness.

Plass!!

Bukh!!

On target. The bow of the arrow misses precisely the small point in the middle of the vortex in the board. A sense of mastering relief displaying a twinkle of happiness.

For a long time he had not felt that kind of feeling. Relieved already, as if the weight of tons on his shoulder evaporated just like that.

"Hahahaha it turns out I can still do it." The laughter sounded full of sadness in it.

Years of vacuum in his own world force him to tear down the big dream. Now that both of his legs have healed and everything in him has disappeared, Park Jim-in finds his life again.

However,

Brukh!!

The soft black-bladed head shook its head several times as its right hand struck its chest strongly. He seeks to destroy the darkness that seeks to dominate.

"If you can focus on one point at the moment of archery and feel the weight lifted on your shoulders, not only the burden but all the problems of your life will be lifted. Because God is the goal of all of us. Don't lose to pain. You are strong in your own way and involve God in it."

The subtle sound of her ear-splitting eardrums stopped the tears. Harsha who spoke in the morning rose made him look up. He saw a pair of soot looking at him in peace.

"Istighfarlah oppa everything is fine. There I am here." Jim-in can feel his wife's tiny hand holding him warm.

"Astaghfirullah..... Astaghfirullah haladzim.." a whisper was heard making Rania develop a smile.

"Good, keep it that way oppa. Allah will not let His servant fall. Remember in every incident God will replace it with a better one."

Jim-in nods at a glance then replies to his wife's embrace. He's lucky. Really lucky to have such a great woman like Rania.

"Mian, I hurt you." Further.

Rania also distanced herself to see a trace of sadness and regret there. The woman bragged a smile as she dived in her husband's brownish iris.

"Why do you want to stay with me until now?" the question just came out of Park Jim-in's charming mouth.

"Because, if to love you I'm ready to get hurt. And the result I feel. Now oppa can change and can love me. Saranghae, gomawo.." Sincerity radiates in the clear iris of the woman before him.

Jim-in can't hold back his tears anymore. The arrogant man now displayed his pitiful side. Rania could not see it and cupped her cheeks while gently wiping the flowing virtual water.

"Varsha, it doesn't fit in your eyes oppa." Rania leaned slightly forward and then gave a warm kiss in both eyes of the husband.

Not letting his wife go, Jim-in got her warm again. "Well, Varsha doesn't fit in my eyes. Because he'll keep running water. But Varsha will be in my heart forever. Because let the rain drench that drought. I love you so much, Varsha... Rania."

The confession of love spits in its deepest recesses. Rania was moved to hear her husband's words that always managed to make her stunned. Without saying anything he could feel the sincerity that radiated from him.

The cold air did not disturb the peace of the two. Let time stop for a moment. Let them enjoy the moments of happiness. Until the time all the problems disappeared and there really was only them without a third person.

Without Jim-in and Rania knowing outside their house, they see someone monitoring the situation of his residence. Not long ago he spoke to someone through a communication tool attached to his ear.

Moments later the black car stopped right next to the man in a suit full of dark glasses, looking like a spy. A pair of pantopel shoes came out of the car revealing a tall, frail body. A smile from his lips.

"Are you sure Young Master lives here?" ask that man.

"Senior really. The young master is inside with his wife." It definitely adds confidence.

"good job. Now go let me take care of the rest." After getting the order, the man left her alone.

The old man looked at the simple building in front of him. With a distance of several meters from where he stood he did not expect the master to choose the place to escape.

"It turns out that you love young ladies very much." His whisper in silence.

... ⁇ ️DREAMS...