TIRED Season 1-3
Part 2 (S2)
Aiden walks out of Sheremetyevo International Airport, Russia. He saw a 23-year-old man holding a paper with his name on it. He approached her immediately.
"Come on." he said without saying trite because to him it was not important at all. The young man who was carrying his signboard made of paper immediately followed him without trying to interrupt. He already knew the nature of this new master who was notoriously cold.
"Go sir." said the young man politely. In the car also he did not intend to open his voice, he was afraid of being stamped as a man who was too talkative. He did not want to create a bad image that ended up losing his job.
Aiden stared flatly at the atmosphere of the city of Moscow, he just kept silent without intending to take out a two broken from his lips.
They finally arrived after taking about 20 minutes to his apartment in the heart of Moscow. After arriving Aiden went straight to his apartment and left the young man who was still staring at him blankly then he immediately moved on.
Aiden was already at the door of his apartment, he immediately entered a few digits of the number given by the young man who had picked him up at the airport.
He stared blankly at the room that looked big and luxurious while sighing slowly.
he threw himself on a yellow-gold sofa in his living room.
He stared at the ceiling blankly.
"If you're with me now, dear." she said as she remembered the wife she loved so much from then until now.
"Are you happy now? Hah you must be very happy there because it was accompanied by our two children." he chuckled and a tear fell without him inviting.
"These tears still fell even though they had been gone for two years" he chuckled which inexplicably sounded very painful.
The wound until now is not yet finished, he still feels at home settles in the deepest recesses of his heart, even it feels like only yesterday they were chatting friendly.
He also fell asleep in his helplessness...
A slender-bodied woman with black hair extending up to her waist, she stared at her frame in a mirror while frowning confusedly.
"What's this?" ask her in wonder.
He even went back and forth facing the mirror where he only saw wrong but in fact he was right. Who exactly is he. He thinks confused.
If you are confused why he can walk, all because of his effort and hard work during the week because he is very bored if he has to lie down and be quiet on the hospital bed.
"Honey.." shouted a voice from behind the door of his room nuanced blue sea with a variety of furniture arranged so neatly that adds a luxurious and beautiful impression on his room.
He walked to the door and opened it. Honestly, his tongue is still stiff if he has to say the word 'mama' but he does not want the awkwardness to make him keki for that he has familiarized himself with the call.
"What's the matter ma?" ask her slowly.
Rose smilingly looked at her daughter who had returned to health quickly.
"Papa and everyone are waiting under baby, let's go down and let's have dinner" Rose said, rubbing her daughter's face fondly.
Auxillia nodded and immediately came down following the footsteps of her mother, she saw that there was already a father, grandfather, and grandmother at the dinner table waiting for her with a smile as the three looked towards her.
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Does anyone understand??? Wkwkwk
