The Village Girl

#Hate#

"Well, you may be a servant but only as my personal servant" said Gibran, who again responded only with a headband.

"All right, whatever" Gibran said, at this time that Gibran does not want to lose Michael, about his future, Gibran will do whatever it takes to bring Michael back though by any means.

Michael, nodding and walking straight back, headed towards Gibran's mansion, far away Michael, refusing to go with Gibran, it made Gibran, shedding tears, as he looked at Michael's back, the one wearing the thin white T-shirt, Gibran, looked at Michael's sweat, splashing at the moment.

"What, I'm that bad, baby until you really change and hurt you so much" Gibran said, he's running his car slowly right now in Michael's footsteps, the sweat-filled ones took an hour to walk, even through the Pine forest, but Michael, not complaining at this moment there was only his current pain.

Gibran, going first now, ahead of Michael, he's too sick to see Michael, which is what he is today.

Michael, just keep walking without wanting to care, at this time even the streets have started to darken, but Michael, just keep walking without looking to the right and left, he did not feel the slightest fear, but Michael, just continued to walk without looking to the right and left, whose pain it overcame everything.

until, someone clasped his hand, right now"do not refuse or you will regret it because I could be confused, and will do the unexpected and end up in the guarantee" Gibran said, threatening.

"Master, off" Michael said again.

"Honey, or I really did that" Gibran said.

"Master, or I go" Michael said.

Suddenly, Gibran, immediately prostrating himself before, Michael at this moment, he said"Michael, please please don't punish me like this, I don't want this, I don't want this, do you know my heart hurts to hear you call me master, I'm not your master I'm your future husband" Gibran said.

"Sir, there's no shame in saying that to a kingpin who was picked up by a servant" Michael said.

"stop Michael, stop I may be unforgivable right now but please give me a chance" Gibran said.

"Sir, I'm a nobody, so what are you begging for??"said Michael.

"stop Michael!!!"""exclaimed Gibran, then went walking quickly he was angry really angry with himself, all because of his stupidity.

"Well Michael, if that's what you want, I wonder how strong, you're going through it all.

From, at that time, Gibran told everyone to make it difficult for Michael, including himself who could not be denied, and when his friends came to visit, Michael, too,there was no shame in admitting himself as a servant.

that thing, made Gibran, tightened his fist at this time he went straight from that place towards the butler's house, and he entered into Michael's room, Michael, right now he's not doing anything he's just waiting for the woman he wants to teach a lesson to.

now that Michael, just finished helping his mother in the kitchen after the guest hosting event has ended, Michael, was about to enter his room, to rest for a moment, to take a break, but he was shocked when he saw the man who had gone from a gathering with his best friend.

"Sir, what are you doing here??"michael said, haunting.

"why, Michael, you're surprised that everything here is mine, if you forget that, and another I'm entitled to you" Gibran said.

Gibran, pull Michael's arm, when the woman was about to go"where else heeuh, said Gibran who immediately wrapped the thin-looking body at this time.

"Sir, please let go" said Michael, rebelling to Gibran, kissing all parts of his face and neck, a crazed, sharp gaze full of anger visible from the look of his eyes at this time.

"Shut up, I said shut up...!!!"""yell Gibran wrathfully.

Michael, closing his eyes, currently he was covering his face with both of his current hands, Michael, crying as unwillingly as this moment.

"Should you humble yourself before our friends, why Michael, why" Gibran said.

"I'm not condescending, that's a fact, I'm not the young lady of this family, I'm just a servant no more" Michael said.

Gibran, the more violent he is at the moment he is about to stain Michael's chastity, at the moment but he realizes he is rising up and hitting the wall with his fists until his hands are covered in blood, Michael, had wanted to stop him, he said, but Michael can't just quit.

Gibran, go, without turning his head at the moment he doesn't even care about the pain in his hand.

Gibran, tidying up his belongings with the help of the waiter, was now about to go to America, to continue his studies there, without Michael, Gibran, and his wife, completely disappointed with the woman at the moment, Gibran, realising his mistake but not Michael's, remains as punishing as he is today.

Gibran, leaving right then and there, Michael, just looked from a distance as the teardrops fell on his cheek.

"goodbye Gibran" his murmurs wirih.

day after day, Michael, through the absence of Gibran at his side, had even been a year more Michael, waiting for Gibran, returned but there was not the slightest news, he got up to Michael, he said, decided to leave his place all this time.

meanwhile Gibran, busy with his lectures and company at this time he did not have time to date or just seek entertainment, for him the name, someone who has gone from the home of his parents, his parents, and his family, she remained the queen in his heart.

"Where are you, baby" muttered Gibran.

meanwhile the woman he is currently missing is battling cancer Michael, is seriously ill and it is not a playful disease, currently Michael, is, suffering from breast cancer even the results of her work during this time she used to buy her painkillers.

Time and time again, doctors suggested that Michael tell his relatives about his illness, but Michael, realizing he had no one in the world, he can only resign if the angel of death comes to pick him up, because Michael currently has no one.

two years later, Gibran, back to Mension Adryan, when he came along with a beautiful woman who works as a model, she is a woman close to him, after Michael.

while Michael, was gone, and no one knew that the beautiful woman of Caucasian descent, now that she was not, she left carrying her longing and her heartache back then, she said, Michael, had time to go home, to the U. S. island secretly, and he heard that Gibran, already had a prospective fiancee.

Michael, not dying from his illness, but he died from his death by drinking poison while at work.

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Gibran, crying as he pleased in front of Michael's grave, his greatest regret was Gibran, not having had time to get sorry from the woman he loved so much, and now there is only a tomb that says his name.

stay now for regrets.

meanwhile in his car at this time there is a prospective wife named Sherry Taiwanese citizen, his best friend when he was in college, actually Gibran, actually, not intending to get engaged but both of her families urge her.

"Dear Michael, I'm sorry I'm waiting for me there" Gibran said

meanwhile, a girl was standing waiting her turn, to pay a visit to the tomb of the woman who had donated her heart to her, the beautiful girl who had a shady face was looking towards the tomb that was currently being visited by a handsome and dashing man.

His heart suddenly thumped like hell, but it was the first time he felt it after a few months ago receiving his new heart.

because for too long, waiting for the girl named Micah Angelo finally approached the tomb, he put Lily flowers, yellow, "sorry I brother, I can just return to visit you, what brother, I have,you know I had time to celebrate my happiness day because of the happiness that brother gave me, but I'm sorry if I haven't been able to give the letters I haven't delivered to your mother and your lover, but I'm sorry if I haven't been able to deliver them yet,oh, I'm sorry I mean the man you loved so much that your last breath, even though he's forgotten about you" she didn't care about the man who was staring at her in wonder.

a moment later, Micah Angelo, circulating her gaze, she immediately looked at the man who was currently somehow, as if she had known him, the man wearing a long-sleeved shirt rolled up to his elbow was so handsome and Micah, felt something strange with his current heartbeat.

"Sorry sir, if you may know who you are??. His brother, Michael" Micah asked.

"I'm supposed to ask you who came to my wife's grave" said Gibran, who claimed that Michael was her wife.

"What, you're not the wrong person, brother, Michael, is a halfway woman who lives a kara after leaving her residence with her adoptive mother, Michael,yes, although she once told me she loved a very handsome man, and she was her employer, she never told me she was married" Michael said.

"I'm that guy, but he's not a servant he's my wife, since I was a kid only I'm a man who loves her very much and only I have nothing else" Gibran said.

"you don't lie to me, I know you're very handsome, but your face is no traitor, I can't believe you can make a sis, Michael was wounded that deep until the end of his life" said Micah, who was now staring at the man, as if they had known him for a long time, his heart racing faster and faster, standing up without wanting to keep looking towards the man who was now calling her Miss.

"Hay, Miss, wait!!!""exclaim Gibran.

"Sorry sir, we'll talk again next time we meet with me on business, brother, I'll say goodbye!!""exclaim Micah.

"Gibran, immediately dumbfounded when he heard the woman calling him, the call master was exactly the same as Michael in his, at the end of their love story, not the ending but Michael, the call master, keep their distance by building walls that are difficult to penetrate, in any way, the wall is what ultimately makes them separate from each other space and time.

"Michael"hiks hyx, the reed that's the picture of Gibran's heart today, the more here his heart feels very sick.

Gibran, returning to his home on the island of America, was with Serry, at this time, when he was about to enter the border right in front of the towering gate,the guards are currently seen arguing with someone who is invisible because the person is in his car.

Gibran, getting closer, he immediately went down and asked.

"What is this storm I want to pass" said Gibran, curious.

"this is young master, there is a woman who still wants to enter even though she has been told the rules, but she kekeuh said there is something to be conveyed by her mother Miss Michael"said one guard.

"Let him in" Gibran said, without looking at the woman who was now starting to gas enter the Pine forest area on Adryan's private island.

"Who, that woman is Gibran" Serry said.

"That's it, which definitely might be important or could be more important" Gibran said.

Gibran, also continued the journey to the mansion owned by his Daddy, he still remained focused, at a later date, until he reached the gate Mension, he stopped his car for a while, because suddenly his heart was racing, when he saw the back of the woman who now uses the T-shirt that is always worn by Michael, the chapel T-shirt he bought the same clothes as his school holidays in Hong Kong.

"Michael" his muttered softly, he suddenly got straight down from the car, and ran up to the woman, and immediately hugged her from behind, saying"Michael, dear, dear, I don't feel crazy when I hear that you're gone, why do you do this I love you so much forgive me" Gibran said, tearfully, but suddenly the woman turned around after letting go of Gibran's embrace.

"Sir, what are you?? what you're doing" said Micah, who now looks so much like the late Michael, the twenty-four-year-old was astonished.

"Ma I'm sorry, I thought you were my wife" Gibran said, nervously, looking sad in Gibran's eyes at the moment, Micah, who saw that his heart was racing.

Suddenly, from the direction of the maid's special house, a middle-aged woman came.

"Sorry, miss Miss, Michael, is sick so can't see you directly, if you may know what needs you want to meet him, who knows I can help"said the woman who was none other than the servant in the big house.

"I, wanting to give a seat from my brother, Michael, before he leaves" said Micah, Gibran who was still standing there he interrupted their conversation.

"give it to me, everything related to my wife, I have to accept it" Gibran said.

"hey, master how many times do I have to say that she's not married" Micah said, a little annoyed.

"just ask them all who Michael let's ask" challenge Gibran.

"true miss, the young lady is the young master's future wife" the middle-aged woman said.

"Oh. So it's true that you're that guy, it's very dear to a guy like you to have wasted a woman as good and beautiful as a sister, Michael, Michael, even he had been suffering from a very serious illness, and had to fight hard to survive, even he was willing, not to seek treatment with his hard-earned money, he said, all this time just for the sake of paying your debt" Micah said.

"What, you mean??"gibran was shocked.

"She, working hard, all this time to pay her debt to you, even she doesn't care about the pain, even on the last day she was about to go to her mother's house, at that time, he should have undergone treatment, because it was not possible to go anywhere, but he forced himself, because he heard you had returned right on his birthday at that time, he came back here, but not long before he returned to his boarding place, wet and very weak, at that time he was just silent, while writing a few letters, and he was still silent, before he finally unconscious and rushed to the hospital, until, to his morning esokan he had realized, at that time he advised me, that, I should give a letter written by him, that, to her mother and her ex-boyfriend, for the last time, she asked me to accept her heart, she said, and I refused because I hoped he would be healed again but God said another, not long after saying his last message he breathed his last while saying Gibran, I love you so much, I love you so much, I'm sorry, that was the last word that came out of his lips, I thought he had fainted but the doctor said he was gone and that day I immediately received my heart, Michael, my brother, the heart of the woman I've always thought of as my own sister" Micah said, holding back her tears.

"Michael, dear forgive me" his murmur wirred Gibran, completely resenting himself, at this time, Micah, gave Gibran some sheets of letters, he immediately took them.

"this, some of his relics, some of them are still in my boarding house, maybe it's not important to you" Micah said, while giving a large box containing Michael's relics, to Gibran who was intended to be given to his mother.

"I, say thank you, for this may I ask your number I will take some of my wife's belongings" Gibran said.

"of course" said Micah, who immediately gave her the number.