The Obsession of Revenge

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'Hold it tight!'

'Focus your sight!'

'Shoot!'

DORR ... DORR... DORR!

Yada took a deep breath, opened her eyes perfectly and stared at the ceiling of the room. That strange dream again, kept popping up inside his head.

But is it really just a dream? What if maybe it was a piece of mass memory? Dreams will not come repeatedly and have the exact same events, right?

Yada wondered in his mind. If it has anything to do with the mass, then who are those people? Whether he is the real Yada family, or even people who just want to keep him.

Yada's head turned, thinking about it all. Suddenly a strange feeling appeared. He recalled when Allard intimidated him into getting the tattooed image he had drawn.

'Hey tell me, where did you see this picture?'

'Do you have it?'

'But it's not on your back.'

Allards. The man probably knew something about the tattoo image that Yada had. Yep! Yada has to find out.

His slender body rose to its seat, lowered its legs to the edge of the bed and began training its body to stand up. These few days he was lying on the bed without moving a single bit, his joints were almost dead because of that.

Jemari Yada slowly pulled the doorknob, trying not to make a sound. His gaze looked to the right and to the left, making sure no servants saw him coming out or they would ask Yada to lie back down.

His steps were trickled down the hallway. Go to a door and open it. He walked into Allard's study, tightly closing the door after entering it.

Yada started looking for something there. She hopes to find something related to her tattoo. Some Yada files check, but they are just work files, and nothing else.

A few minutes searching, until all the desk drawers he had searched but still found nothing. Yada moved to the closet, tracing the thick files and his gaze was fixed on a file that read 'Aurora'. Yada.

A white envelope fell as he pulled the file and scattered the contents. His forehead creased to see the contents of the envelope. He pushed the file back into a row of books, then scrambled to pick up the envelope with the contents strewn across the floor.

Next to his palm smothering his mouth, his body trembled violently. A photo of a lovebirds covered in blood lying lifeless. There is a photo showing a boy with a flat face sitting on a chair. From his gaze Yada was sure if the boy was Allard Washington.

Yada's stomach instantly nauseated. He put the photo back in the envelope and put it back in place. Yada came out of Allard's study, went back into her own room and quickly stepped into the bathroom.

He spewed out his stomach contents into the closet. Blood drops filled the bathroom floor. Yada wiped his mouth and reflected, he vomited a lot of blood.

Immediately his fingers pressed the end of the closet, and washed his hands and lips on the sink. But his stomach churned again, and again he vomited a lot of blood there.

His stomach grew nauseous, his vision began to blur, then before long he collapsed unconscious.

 

His eyes are blurry. He faintly saw many people swarming around him in white uniforms. The woman and the man looked very busy installing an infusion hose, giving oxygen, as well as some tools attached to his chest. After a few seconds, his vision darkened again.

***

“He almost died.”

Yoland sat on a sofa and leaned her back. He looks so tired. In front of him sat Darend who looked agitated looking at his condition.

“So right, she is a member of the Yora family?”

Yoland fell silent, and Darren took that as his 'yes' answer'.

“What will we do now?” ask Darren.

“What else? Zinth will not spare us, and the two clans will clash with each other.”

“And again, Aland has further destroyed it,” Yoland added.

“You mean?” Darren asked in confusion.

“That woman, may already have no life expectancy anymore.”

***

Allard had just finished his business dealings with a client. He returned to the hotel where he was staying. A beautiful woman and**** are waiting for her there.

When Allard came, the woman immediately greeted him kindly. Help Allard take off his suit and tie, prepare slippers for him, and make drinks for Allard.

“Come back to your room, I need time alone.”

The bright face with a smile emanating on the woman's face was gone. His expression returned grim and without saying anything he left the room.

Allard walked towards the window of his room which instantly presented a view of the city. He picked up the cell phone and in his pants pocket and contacted Yoland.

“How is the condition?”

'He's in the hospital, he's in very bad condition.'

'*You must go to Zinth and ask for the antidote, or he will die.'

CK! How could*? Thought Allard.

Phone connection is turned off. Allard stared at the atmosphere of the city. His mind floated considering the last condition of the woman he had left behind. Weak, sick, and helpless.

The revelation of his true identity left plans that had been neatly drawn up over the years shattered. And now, does Allard have to fight for the woman's life? If he was not favorable to her, it would be best if she died.

He closed his eyes for a moment, before finally his fingers moved to contact someone.

“Prepare my trip, I'll be back tonight.”

'Good, Sir!'

***

A bright light dazzled his gaze, his arms moving up protecting his eyes. His footsteps were regular but did not have a goal direction.

Suddenly Yada was in a white lily field. Her lentiknya fingers touch the flower with the symbol of love. As soon as the sound of footsteps came from behind, he immediately turned his head quickly.

A beautiful woman stood behind him with a smile. The woman walked up to Yada who was looking at her in confusion. He grabbed Yada's arm, grasped it tightly.

'Wake up, you have to live, take back the life you've taken, meet the people who are waiting for you, they miss you.'

His voice sounded soft but with a trembling tone. After that she shed tears, sobbing so painfully and painfully.

Yada wondered who she was, what was with her that made her cries sound so heartbreaking? So what does that mean? Who are the people waiting for him?

Yada's view is uncertain. The woman clasped her hands tighter and tighter, and the words kept repeating.

Wake up, you have to live, take back the life you've taken, meet the people who are waiting for you, they miss you.

Wake up, you have to live, take back the life you've taken, meet the people who are waiting for you, they miss you.

The sentence kept repeating itself several times, ringing in his head.