TIRED Season 1-3
Part 9 (S2)
Two weeks later....
Syeilla has been able to move her legs that had felt stiff due to her long absence from activities due to her coma,
He is now able to walk well even though sometimes still stumble.
Ariel smiled happily to see it, Syeilla's determination and spirit never faded, still the same as a few years ago. If you think there's a point behind Aiden's kindness, you're right. Ariel loved Sheilla as much as she loved her sister.
At the age of entering his 20s his younger sister died from a consecutive accident when he returned home from college. And the news at once became the most painful event for him. For that, he really does not want to lose a figure that he already considers like his own sister.
"How does it feel?" asked Ariel softly.
"It's better than the last time" said Syeilla, yes according to Ariel's request last time, he had Sheilla call him sister and Sheilla agreed. After all Ariel is very meritorious in his life that maybe until he died even once will not be able to repay him.
"Thank you so much for everything, sister." - Syeilla.
"There is no word of thanks between us. Are you ready to meet Aiden?" goda Ariel who immediately nodded enthusiastically by him.
"Alright, come. Brother will take you to your new apartment" Ariel leads Syeilla to follow her steps out of the hospital because today is the day she was allowed to go home by Mark.
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Aiden walked towards his apartment with a chaotic look, his eyes already reddened from crying too much. Her usual neat looking hair is now tangled formless, as well as the clothes she wears.
He entered his password, after it opened he immediately entered with a stagger and the smell of alcohol also emanated from his body. He cried at a club while spending time there drinking alone.
"Why should this kind of life that I go through? Why must it be this painful." chuckled but his tears again dripped interspersed with his glassy laughter.
"Why? Wh why? WHY????" she shouted loudly while slamming a glass. He took it to direct it to the side of his hand. He will cut his veins so that he can soon meet his son and wife.
His circumstances two years ago again dominated his mind. He shouted loudly and held the shards aloft to aim at his pulse. But stifled when someone hugs his body from behind while whispering a sentence that can make him aghast between he hallucinates or he has gone crazy.
"If you die, then who will I live with?" ask the voice slowly.
The glass fell from his grasp. He tried to slap her on the cheek so that she would know if she was on a serious level.
He had not had time to do the action, Syeilla took off her embrace and turned to the front. Their eyes looked perfectly.
"Aiden closed his eyes tightly, if this is a dream he does not want to fly again from his sleep.
"Darling.." whispered Sheilla softly in her small strokes.
Aiden immediately opened his eyes and the figure he had thought of as his hallucination was still standing in front of him.
"This, me, what's dreaming? He asked back as if he were not satisfied.
"Honey.. It's me, your wife." Syeilla whispered softly.
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**Cieee who is smiling...
In his smile time...
Why was the meeting not dramatic???
Because this is not a dramatic story. Tired of dramatic stories wkkwkw**
