THE PERFECT TIME TO DIE

(CHAPTER 68) ANOTHER NESTAPA IN MY DESTINY

ANOTHER NIGHT IN MY DESTINY

And I realized, that this was a wish in another destiny, that was all I had in mind when I looked at it. Once again, I lost hope, I lost hope, and I was really not ready to see who was lying on the bed covered in white cloth.

I'm running out of words if I'm going to lose someone I love. Why always end up crying, if it's about me. What is this destiny, ends so. Please don't, because I really hope a lot for this fate.

And before long Frisca came with her cries, she collapsed in front of the bed. Her cries filled the entire room, and dragging sadness was present in the room. Behind Frisca stood a small man, he just looked at Frisca and cried.

And with trembling hands, accompanied by tears running down her face, Frisca slowly lifted the white cloth.Fear struck herself, and wondered I would be the figure behind the white cloth. and slowly, as the white cloth opened, and I was surprised at the figure behind the white cloth.

Behind the white cloth, I saw myself. It felt really awkward, and finally my question was answered. Just staring at the incident and not knowing how to express themselves, fear was present without permission.

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And when I woke up, I was still staring at Frisca in front of me. I still can't believe what I just saw. And I try not to believe it either. Just staring at Frisca's face, and hoping she explained what I saw was not true.

“It ...?” My toot.

“Yes, why are you scared now?” Ask Frisca back.

That question makes a bitter smile on these lips, if I think back. All this time, with arrogance I kept asking God for death, so that this pain could be gone. But I don't understand now why I'm afraid.

“Bener, it's our future.” Frisca.

That answer, knocked down my hope. Just back smiling bitterly, how always the same if about me. Always full of shit, always so. And once again, I again dragged a woman's destiny back into her endless nestapa.

“That little boy?” My toot.

My question ignited tears on her face, and I realized the gesture. Then trying to hide, in the middle of bitter taste. But the Gestur continued to scuttle the coat I was wearing, which made me squirm.

Despite all expectations, Frisca cried with sadness in her heart. And murmured of the pain of his heart, my hope for a moment he wept, and forgot all the rest. Frisca's cry filled this room, my consensus will run in her heart.

After being tired, and for a while he made peace with the pain. I returned to her, with my curiosity. Even if I knew, it would hurt both of us.

“Ceritain everything you see.” My love.

He just looked at me bitterly with a hesitant gesture. After that, he thought long until finally he was willing to share the pain with me.

“The little boy you saw, it's Pasha, our son.” Answer Frisca.

Get in my world, when I hear it. My story reoccurs, only remembering the memories in the head. A memory, where I watched the bodies of my parents lie in the hospital morgue. It was never imagined before, that my son would witness a similar event.

“I don't know for sure, since when did this relationship start, but all I know is that we both love each other.” Frisca.

I saw that too, in my vision of his future. There we both share a lot of smiles, I also don't understand why it happened. Why can I forget Keira, and fall in love with Frisca.

“And strangely enough, we both know that fate will happen? But because of your selfishness.” Frisca.