My Possessive Husband's
179. I MISS DADDY, MOMMY
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Dara immediately woke up from her sleep by holding tightly to the necklace that was always perched sweetly on her neck.
"Bi Marta, how are you there? Is aunt okay?" He quietly held tightly to his necklace.
Dara was silent on her bed. Thinking everything.
He bent his knees and hugged them tightly to his knees. His face he drowned on both knees with a soft sob.
The homesickness towards her parents began to come again. "Dad, mother. Hicks!" Slowly issue.
The crystal circles in his two eyes were increasingly flowing so profusely like rain accompanied by storms. His body shook violently. If you're in Dara's position it might be like Dara.
At the age of even 20 years at that time, at that time also Dara had to lose the person he loved so much. Dara had to be willing to lose both her parents and also maids and people who had filled her days.
"Hiks! Fathering.. Dad.." Slowly issue. "I miss Dad, mom. Hicks!"
Both of her eyes were puffy with noses that were flushed from crying. Really, Dara really misses her parents. I miss his family togetherness.
Until a glimpse of the past comes to him.
Beautiful memories that have been created with his parents.
Louis Claire is a father figure who is very idolized by all his friends. The father figure is hardworking and so loves his son and wife. No matter how busy his father is at work, his father must always take the time to be with his family. To accompany him shopping, playing and accompanying his bunda.
Her mother, Marshel Claire, is an angelic mother. So soft and beautiful. They are friendly and also like to help people around them. An angelic hearted woman who always gave him good advice.
Butwhy? Why would anyone hate their father? Her mom? and family? Why would anyone want the death of their father?
Her father was good all along. Not only in the family, but also good with all the workers who work in his father's company.
Envied?
What should be taken from his family? Hasn't his father worked hard on his own to achieve his success? Butwhy? Why should his father?
Dara nodded slowly. His head looked up at the roof of his room that looked so beautiful.
His heart throbbed in pain as he recalled the sound of gunfire that killed both his parents.
The sound of hot lead shots.
The sound of footsteps.
And do not forget the screams of pain and the pleas for mercy that are still recorded clearly in his brain.
His tears were getting wet with both of his eyes.
Dara still remembers her father's words to her "Be a tough woman who does not depend on anyone. Be a strong woman who can help people around."
Yaps, Dara still remembers the words of her father at that time. His father said it with a smile on him. Staring at him was full of gentleness and gently caressing the top of his head.
Namu, now what? It was only the emptiness that Dara felt now.
Especially mother. The mother is a female figure who has been idolized by Dara.
Dara still remembers the words of the mother at that time "If you become a flower, be a tulip that is on the top of the mountain that is difficult to get but lucky for the inventor. Don't be a rose on top of a mountain. Though it's hard to get but it'll hurt the one who holds it."
"Hiks!" Her crying is breaking.
Dara is weakest when confronted with her parents. Dara is always weak when faced with the person she loves.
Inside the room, Dara was crying alone. Hugging his own tiny body.
Then, after feeling calmed down, Dara wiped her dead water with her fingers.
"Hubby where?" Monologue Dara to herself when she realized that no husband was next to her.
Her tears grew even more broken as her two beautiful eyeballs circulated the gaze into the entire room room.
Niente. Her husband is not there at all.
Did Sean cheat?
Or Sean's going to the club?
Is her husband busy?
No. gabe. It's already midnight. Is it possible that her husband is looking for Alice?
The alice? You shitty girl! Why did he come at a time when happiness would soon be achieved?!
But take it easy, Dara. Your husband is the loyal husband type.
But...
If faced with a man who has a beautiful face like his ex, it will definitely falter. Although slightly. But it must still be shaky.
Is her husband like that too?!
If yes! Look, Dara's gonna be with Nick or with Garvin.
It was the most powerful way to get revenge that was to get close to someone Sean was most jealous of.
He rubbed his two eyes reddened using the back of his hand.
She tipped it over her originally messy hair. After that, Dara decided to get out of her bed.
Tidying up his nightgown to make it look more neat.
After that with her tiny steps Dara walked out of her room.
His head turned to the right and left when he found two bodyguards guarding his doorstep.
"Sean where?" Dara asked the two bodyguards.
Just the sound from behind their bodies that came suddenly made the two of them instantly jumped in shock. Maybe being too focused in carrying out their duties makes them immediately surprised.
Dara who saw the two bodyguards was shocked immediately smiled awkwardly. Dara felt guilty for making them surprised.
"I'm sorry for making you both surprised." Said Dara with a sincere smile.
"Yes miss. Its alright. We're fine." Answer one of the bodyguards.
Dara swallowed her body and walked out of the room. After that stand right in front of those two bodyguards. "Do you know where Sean is?" Ask Dara again because she didn't get an answer.
"Mr is away for a meeting with Crowned Eagle Mafia Gang, miss. Maybe tomorrow morning the new master is coming home. You said we should take care of Miss."
Dara nodded, understood. "alright. Thanks."
Then, in a different place looks the figure of a man sitting facing a large window.
In his right hand holds a folding knife while in his left hand holds a photo of a smiling man towards the camera by embracing a woman with a happy smile. The photo was taken in a beautiful garden.
Until a scary grin was on her thin lips. "You're gonna die in my hands." He stared hatefully at the photo he held. After that his hand quickly pierced right into the heart of the man in the photo. And again, a smirk rose on his lips. "You're gonna die in my hands."
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