Unlucky Bride (The Poor Bride)

Chapter 08 ~ Pick Up Faylan, Mom!

"Good way, Dad. Happy resting. Don't meet mom there, stop bothering her and hurting her. Thanks again for letting me live."

Late in the evening after his father's funeral, Faylan steps back into his cramped, stuffy room. Without ac and only one fan is available that is so turned on, all the dust is flying.

Uhuk! Uhuk!

Faylan immediately came out of the room before her asthma relapsed. He took a vacuum cleaner, then cleaned a room that although small but enough to make him feel comfortable.

As soon as he finished cleaning his room, he dropped his rough body onto the bed, closed his eyes and inhaled a lot of oxygen. But, his chest still felt tight as if there was a large rock squeezing. Faylan got back up and walked towards the wall where there was a photo of Mary attached there.

Faylan rested on the floor, then looked up at the beautiful face of the mother who was smiling sweetly. Oval-shaped face, beautiful eyes with hazel-colored netra, tiny taper nose, thick upper thin ruum lips below, clean white teeth neatly arranged and long hair that dangles beautifully.

All the perfection of Mary is revealed to Faylan. At first glance the two looked the same, just a different skin color, because Faylan was cleaner white than her mother who had darker skin and there were more wounds. Only one that Mary did not pass on to her daughter, was speech-blind.

Faylan hit his chest slowly, hoping to reduce the tightness due to the intense longing. Although he almost shed tears, but he still kept him dammed. Faylan smiled stiffly in front of Maria, she would not show her sadness.

"How's mom doing there? If Faylan was the same. As you can see, Faylan was just feeling a little tired, but Faylan was fine" Faylan said with a heavy sigh. Her lips shook violently as it held back the crying.

"There mother must be happier because she will not suffer anymore. Don't you have any intention of picking up Faylan? Faylan was very envious, Faylan was also willing to live there with mom. Get Faylan as soon as you can, Mom, it's so quiet here without a mother, "please ask Faylan with tears that she can no longer bear.

"Actually Faylan was eager to make a pilgrimage to mother's grave. But, until father died, he did not tell me where the mother was buried," Faylan took a pause, rubbing her tears violently.

"Oh yeah, today my dad is also gone, Faylan just came home from the funeral. Did you meet dad? But, it seems unlikely. I must be in a different place to my mother. Huff ... Why is life so exhausting? Get Faylan, Mom. Faylan please," continued Faylan curled himself in arms. This time he cried, tears flowing so hard. Faylan sobbed a mouthful until her eyes swelled up.

Without Faylan noticing, a pair of eagle eyes were watching him from a distance. Who else would have the eagle's eyes if it wasn't Allison. From behind the slightly open door of the room, Allison can see how devastated a Faylan is about to complain to her dead mother. Allison clenched her hands until she turned white, then immediately walked away.

"How's it?" ask Allison briefly.

"Report me every development."

"Ready, Sir. Do you want to go home now?"

"No. Tonight, I'll rest here" Allison replied confidently.

"I'll have the waiter prepare a room for the master."

"No need" Allison stepped away.

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The next day, Faylan opened his eyes when he felt a heavy object pressing on his chest to make him very tight.

"Ohhhh!"

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Allison: Good morning, My wife! Don't forget likes and comments, ya😎