My slave Canduku

My slave Canduku
Episode 54



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That day, Secretariat Aron again found Mr. Devan in a fainting state.


Without a second thought, he immediately took his former master to the hospital.


"Is my stomach in trouble again, doctor?" Ask Devan nonchalantly.


"No sir, no problem with your stomach." Answer the doctor.


"Really doc," asked the secretary Aron in disbelief.


"Right sir, there's no problem with Mr. Devan's stomach condition." Obviously the doctor.


"I no longer drink. I often vomit in the morning. And strangely I also do not like the smell of alcohol. I threw out all the bottles of alcohol in my room. Because I'll be nauseous just for smelling it." Replied Mr. Devan who was indeed a little conscious. Even though his condition has improved a little. But he kept himself locked up in the room.


"It's kind of weird. Did master Devan have a wife before, who may have been the master divorced right?" The doctor's question made Devan and Aron's secretaries confused.


"No doctor, dear has never been married before" replied Mr. Devan honestly.


"Did you ever plant a master's seed in a woman's womb?" Ask the doctor who does know Mr. Devan.


"I once had a boyfriend, but he's dead. And I have a Ma'am ..." Mr Devan's words came to a halt, as his heart throbbed in pain as he recalled each scene, where he often planted his seeds forcefully in the womb of his slave Lona.


"What do doctors mean. Why do doctors ask that. And what is the relationship of all that, on my current condition?" Ask Mr. Devan impatiently.


"Bagini, Mr. Devan. If judging from what you are experiencing. I suspect that you're having Sympathetic Syndrome." Obviously the doctor.


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The simple wedding event was just, attended by some neighbors near the house.


After the recitation of the sacred promise, Lona seemed to just fall silent. He never wanted a destiny like this.


In other men, married another man. Who is not even loved.


Together with a cruel man who was loved, and tormented. Then along with a good man who is not loved, also tormented. What's with destiny, what's destiny is taking Lona to play. Why would fate play Lona so cruelly. What wrong did he do, to be punished in such a way.


A single tear swept over Lona's smooth cheek. Ansel understood what Lona was feeling. He knew that Lona's heart, the girl of worship, was no longer his. Lona is in love with Devan. But, Ansel couldn't possibly let Lona be tormented continuously.


It was not only Lona who was hurt, but also her. He is more hurt if he sees the woman he loves suffering.


"Lona, sorry Lona's sister," Ansel said as she stroked Lona's hair slowly.


"I'm fine brother, I'm fine." Lona answered, lowering her face.


"So, I promise you, I won't demand anything from you." Said Ansel lifting Lona's face and wiping Lona's tears affectionately. Lona looked at Ansel.


"Sister shouldn't have to do this" Lona said quietly, but could still be heard by Ansel.


"No Lona. Brother will do anything for you" Ansel replied confidently.


"Thank you, brother." Lona tightly hugged Ansel's body. Her crying broke, Ansel understood how Lona felt. His heart also throbbed when he heard Lona's sobbing getting louder.


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