SOLEDADS

Finale

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Early morning greeting, birds chirping could be heard from behind the window whose gap was open. Sara gnawed. Groped his side, but found no one there.

As her consciousness returned, Sara peered out from behind the window. The sun was already crawling up, peering with a bright smile right on Sara's face.

Forgetting a moment about washing her face, Sara prefers to stay in front of the window and enjoy the early summer breeze.

His sleep was not good last night. Although his sleepiness was still felt, but the breeze from the window made his face smile.

There is no more pain like yesterday. All that was left was the usual cramps and not that painful anymore.

A few seconds in that position, Sara moved up and went into the bathroom. Change clothes and get ready to go home like Max said last night.

However, when Sara came out of the bathroom, Max was still not there. I don't know why there's this worry crawling through his chest.

Realizing that she was not taking her phone to the hospital, Sara opened the door of the VVIP room and saw a bodyguard standing guard at the front.

But deep in the corridor there, seemed a familiar figure to him. The middle-aged woman smiled and waved towards Sara.

"Mommy," Sara said with a smile.

Sara approaches Deborah and turns out the middle-aged woman is about to pick her up.

"Max told me to pick you up. There are things your husband needs to take care of" Deborah explained.

Sara nodded in understanding, though her heart was a little unwilling. "I understand, Mom."

Deborah sighed looking at Sara's gloomy expression.

"Never be sad, son. All under the control of the Almighty, you just need to be grateful for what happened," comforted Deborah as if to understand what was in Sara's mind.

Sara's lips smiled thinly, so thin even Deborah did not notice it.

"I just don't feel perfect, Mom."

Deborah pulls Sara into the elevator as Sara's eyes turn red.

"You're perfect, Sara. Max loves you, it's been a strength to you. Let God govern."

Sara nodded back. They love each other, but they will not be perfect without the presence of a child who will complete their happiness.

Sara regretted her previous actions that considered health a common thing. Never imagined in his life would be faced with a difficult situation like this, when a husband wants more than he should.

Man is a greedy creature, the more possessed it will be the more it wants more. Sara felt that, wanting a little boy who would call her 'Mama'.

The tears that were just rushing down were about to come down, finally dripping along with a sense of haru when imagining that.

"Mom, can I have a child later?"

Deborah sighed and twisted the lazy eyeball. Holding Sara's shoulder against the wall of the elevator and saying loudly: "Believe in God, Sarah. Nothing is impossible for Him, miracles exist!"

Sara just fell silent to make Deborah speak again.

"Do you doubt God's power? He could raise the dead, heal the blind and deaf, the lame could walk, and He Himself rose from the dead. That's real, Sara. It only takes time until the miracle happens to you. Don't give up on anything in this world because we have an amazing God. Strengthen your heart."

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Gripping atmosphere. The damp, moss-filled room that littered the walls, with no light illuminating became the special place Max visited this blind morning.

His blue eyes sharpened along with his steps that kept galloping on the rough floor of the place. Alex follows from behind, becoming a protective shield for his master on this mission.

The decitan of the old wooden door became the opening sound in the room. Max's lips grinned when he saw an old man clashing with chains and handcuffs on both his hands and fake feet.

There was no bed, the watery ground became a soft bed for him. The man's entire body was covered in bruises and new wounds he had sustained during the revolt when Max's military captured him.

"Welcome to my dark world, Thompson," he said in a snide, mocking tone.

The old man in chains raised his head. Max saw flashes of anger from both of his eyeballs.

"I'm grateful that you were caught before you hurt my wife. Look at you, wouldn't it be better to be in your own cage than to disturb someone else's residence?"

Thompson's hand clenched, causing the chains that bound him to ring. "You're gonna die, wedge. You and that bastard are going to hell!"

His voice sounded weak, but Thompson was able to pronounce it clearly.

"Madrid is my home, no one can trouble me in my own home, Thompson. Because I'm always wiping out all the dirt that's interfering with my vision."

Max is back cynical. His blue eyes stared hard even though those thin lips were grinning.

"You're going to die, Max! You must die! I'm gonna kill you! Bajiangan does not know himself! You and your family are gonna die!"

Instead of being provoked by Thompson's remarks, Max laughed mockingly. "You want to kill me? Can you?"

Rising from his squatting position, Max fingered the wall behind him and pressed a button hidden there. A large glass screen shows the other side of the room.

Max's killer is torturing Thompson's men. They were tied up and beaten, tortured before bullets blew their heads off.

Thompson watched it with his hands trembling with anger, his teeth grinding clearly. All the troops he prepared were destroyed in an instant. And Max did it, the guy he wanted to get rid of to make it easier to kill Sara.

"I'll kill you with my own hands, Max!"

"You can try it now!"

It wasn't Max's voice, but someone who came in with a gun in his hand and a flashlight to light the way, staring intently at Thompson trying to escape.

Max stiffens and finds his wife entering a place he never told her to.

"Master!" thompson shouted as the pair of brown beads approached.

"You killed Mama, and now you want to kill me? Are you worthy?"

Sara looked at Max's worried-looking eyes. She approached and held her husband's hand.

"I'll kill you, bastard! You're as good as your mother, you deserve to die!"

The pain was felt again by Sara. Not by those words, but given how Alara was treated by the man she should have called papa. But Sara did not want her weak side to be known to anyone, including Max, who was clutching her hand.

"I'm an illegitimate child, and then you're an ******?"

"Master! You jalaang! Jalaang's mother! All your families are netaang!"

Sara's patience stock is thinning. He exhaled a rough breath before pulling the trigger without any burden. Thompson's screams made him chuckle. The man's groin was bleeding.

"You can't kill me, Jalaang! You're a dirty net that doesn't deserve to live!"

Max grinned lightly. He hugged Sara from behind making the wife smile thinly.

"Are you targeting the wrong target, honey?" max asked a little softly. "You can't kill an enemy with a bullet stuck in the thigh. I taught you, didn't I?"

Sara laughed lightly and closed her mouth. "Oopss, my hand slipped" he said. "Can you hold my hand, honey?"

Max chuckled softly. Without hesitation, he raised Sara's hand which was holding the gun and locked onto the target.

"Actually I still want to play around with you, Thompson, but my wife can't wait. I'm sorry, my Sara wants your head."

"You can't need -- Aaaaaaaakkkhhhh ...."

A pull of the trigger by hands clasped together with a hug that killed the threat to both lives. Max and Sara both smile as they watch the blood flow from Thompson's head.

There is nothing left, on the screen that shows the side of the room next door, the assassin Max members also complete their mission.

With light steps, Sara approached the thin body that was sprawled on the ground. He whispered, "Deuda de sangre por sangre, deuda de vida por vida, Thompson. (Blood debt paid blood, life debt paid life, Thompson)."

I don't know, Sara doesn't remember her growing sin of killing. Sara only felt her chest relieved because her life did not end at Thompson's hands.

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