Valesha, Deep Regrets
#My father
Finally, with the extreme compulsion, Ashkan ventured to oppose the brother.
He also seems to agree to Valesha's request and again clasped Valesha's hand tightly, exceeding Axelo's hand on him.
I don't know why Axelo's feelings were so crumbling when he saw the incident happen.
Goddamnit!
"Well, I'm sorry, I did lie, I did it because I didn't want to see you sad, so I decided not to give you permission to go in there." Ashkan said in a position to hold Valesha's hand, as if he was never willing to take off the tiny hand.
"But Ashkan, you know I'd be more worried if you didn't give me permission to come in and see my father's condition, do you want me to keep begging like this at your feet? do you have the heart to see me crying continuously because I can't help my father's anxiety?"
After making some pretty draining considerations and abilities Ashkan thought, finally now Ashkan was seen wasting his breath with confidence, and trying to make a decision.
"Alright, you can come in, but I don't want you to feel anxious about this."
Ashkan's words clearly made the question that stuck in the minds of Valesha and Axelo more open. The two of them obviously grew worried when they heard Ashkan's words just now.
But Valesha had no other choice. Instead of having to wait for something uncertain outside, whatever the risk, he still had to go inside and see the situation of his biological father.
"Well, are you ready?" ask Ashkan to his sister-in-law. He even forgot one person who was also quite important in this situation. Or maybe, Ashkan also never forgot, but this time he was just not willing to pester him.
"Yes, I'm ready." Answer Valesha steadily.
Cklek!
At once Valesha tears shed and dripped on the floor of the cold and strangely scented room.
Seen by him the father who has been installed several hoses and also oxygen, then either tool especially embedded in his mouth. Sadistically again, both hands and feet of the father were tied, guarded very closely and treated like a terrible monster that would kill anyone.
Valesha could only cover her gaping mouth in disbelief at the sight she saw in front of her.
But he tried to be more gallant and brave again, tried to be a little stronger, and did not want to fall just like that in the doorway.
Just walk his two legs alternately towards the bed where his father and medical equipment embedded there.
His two feet shook and suddenly squeezed. Just let him go just after he got to the side of his biological father's bed, then back again he cried bitterly.
Both hands were tightly clenched, until the tears dripping down there seemed to bounce. So hard fists that his fists, so that his nerve veins also seemed to tighten and give a separate painting there.
Somehow the grudge in his heart was re-engraved so clearly, using permanent pen ink, which at any time, would never be wiped out.
Dad, I promise! whoever made you this way, then I'll ruin his life!
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