VARSHA
Section 58

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From that day on Jim-in doesn't give up on bringing back his little family. He believes with strong determination he can get a second chance. However, it has been almost 3 weeks. Rania's attitude and nature towards her is still the same. Chilly. There was not the slightest bit of hope visible there.

Almost every day Jim-in goes back and forth Seoul-Busan only to get sorry from his wife. However, Rania was still clinging to her stance.

"I hope you don't keep coming here. If you really want to come submit a lawsuit letter that I give along with the signature of the master." That was the last speech he heard from Rania before his return to Seoul.

The clock is at 12 o'clock. The night was getting late and the sweet state was silent no one was in sight. The maids and the Big Madam had already fallen asleep in each other's good dreams.

One by one the stairs he climbed with wounds. The careless step led the Young Master towards one of the rooms. The hallway he passed by showed a picture of his togetherness with his wife. Drop by drop tears escaped from her small eyes. Not long after that, he stopped right in front of the clean white door.

Cklek!!

The door slowly opened. The smell of vanilla comes out from the inside. Suddenly his crying broke. The fragrance that spread into his sense of smell reminded him of his wife. He went inside and fell on the pink carpet.

The net is milling around staring at one by one the inanimate objects displayed there.

"Darling, forgive me for saying no well. You're little princess appa. Appa loves you and loves you. Mianhae. Can you convince eomma to go back with appa. You can occupy this room. Look Appa has everything ready for you, little princess appa." Chirp Jim-in with tears.

Painful love will only give birth to wounds. Pain as an accompaniment to endless tears. Kala will tell you when the suffering will end. Does it get a smile of happiness or a gaping wound? Only the do'a can determine.

That night with silence that whack Park Jim-in cried alone in the child's room. Memories after memories he had spent with his wife continued to spin in his head. Only the memories he had of making amends.

"Rania, I'm sorry." Smashed again.

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Early in the morning, after dawn prayers Jim-in prepares to return to Busan. The weather was a little cloudy today. Dark clouds gathered in the sky. The king of the afternoon also seemed reluctant to show his identity.

The big lady who was preparing breakfast was surprised by the presence of the child. Jim-in walks over to him asking for his blessing.

"Eomma, I asked for his prayer. Today I'm going back to Busan to pick up my family." Clearly with a heavy voice.

"About? It's been 3 weeks you've been back and forth there, plus your job at the company. It wasn't a close trip, son. Don't you feel tired? Look at your face pale like this." Reply Gyeong while flipping the face of the son.

Jim-in smiles weakly then shakes his head slowly. "Eomma. I'm not tired at all. This was not comparable to Rania's sacrifice. Then I'm leaving." He also lightly kissed the mother's hand.

Gyeong had no power to stem the grief and immediately pulled her son into a hug. "Eomma will always wish you all the best. Passion son. Eomma is sure Rania still loves you." His spirit rubbed the son's back.

Jim-in nods behind it. Not long after that their embrace was released and the man waltzed away. Gyeong's gaze followed him expectantly. "May you be happy, son." His whisper.

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Just as his hand was raised about to press the bell, the door in front of him opened. Both of them were surprised by the gazes locking onto each other. Rania widens her eyes when she sees Jim-in back there.

"Have made a decision? Where's the letter I gave you? You signed it, right?" the door stuck out his hand.

Jim-in gasps. The mistrust hit him hard again. Is that how Rania wants to split up? Sembilu thought.

"I'm not going to sign the letter. I came here to pick you up." Definitely for the umpteenth time.

"Eve. I'm not going back to you. Today I will also return to Indonesia. I hope you can get someone better." His words were like throwing an arrow at the target. Collapse is already sky-high hope. Jim-in can't say anything but look at his passing.

His figure disappeared in view. Tears came back, soaking his arid heart. Now Varsha comes to him. Be ill. One word started his messy feelings. The harsha offered was not welcomed. Just getting a rain of tears in her.

"Is there no second chance for me, Rania?" ogre.

By re-tasting Jim-in's pain, he steps out of the house. He sat pensively in a car looking at the simple building. The glare of my eyes illustrates helplessness. Not long ago beselang luxury car breezed away.

The still faithful cloud occupies the sky today. The wind was quite noisy to tell of his whereabouts. Even a single moment of silence greeted his broken heart.

Again the clear liquid escaped unbearable. With ripples of water pooling in his eyes, Jim-in again brings a void.

A second later the rain fell with a swift accompanying pain in the chest. With no intention of stopping his vehicle, Jim-in crashes into the bad weather desperately.

"Even Appa doesn't have time to hold you, baby. Don't you want to see appa and eomma together? Oh God why is it like this? Servant loves him very much. Is there no time to go back to the way we used to? God, has his heart been closed to me?" jim-in throughout the trip.

Cold air, dark conditions, lightning unpretentiousness accompany sobs that whack. Episode by episode as the woman turns back. The most precious memories are vividly remembered. From the first moment they met until he fell in love with his servant.

He remembered how patient Rania was when she helped him with therapy. The woman continued to be beside him and encouraged him. He continues to be patient even though Jim-in treats him badly. But now it's so different. A huge mistake leads Rania away from her life.

"I'm sure you still love me, Rania. It hurts when I see you go like that." Another ocehnya.

Instantly his chest felt tight. Jim-in grips him tightly trying to reduce the stuffiness. His breath hunted great when the tears did not subside. Somehow the shadow a few years ago came crashing made him afraid. The jet-black unraveling head shook his head several times to get rid of those bad memories.

His hand also turned the steering wheel of the car is not because it makes the car move abstractly. Plus the rainwater makes the smoky roads slippery. His four-wheeled vehicle moved swiftly without knowing the circumstances. Until without guessing, from the front of a sedan car drove fast.

Jim-in gasps. The two neutrals widened with a perfectly gaping mouth. The events of that day settled in his mind. He was afraid, he was really afraid if something terrible happened again.

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He immediately slammed the steering wheel and stopped the speed of his car. "Hah~ hah~ hah~ Astagfirullah haladzim just about. Oh, my God." He said as he rubbed his chest.

Brakk!!!

However, when he was about to run it again suddenly from the back of a large car drove so fast. Accidents cannot be avoided. His vehicle was hit from behind making him bounce and topple several times.

Smoke poured out from his iron horse. A thick red liquid flows through the asphalt road. With the rain, the most frightening tragedy was repeated. Both of his eyes closed, stopping the crying.

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