Since I Found You
Flashed Memories

“You why, Mister?” ask Milana wonder.

“It's okay,” Mykola replied with a small smile to cover up his strange attitude. Mykola put her hand on her thigh again, then turned to the confused mother.

Margosha may have forgotten, or deliberately buried deep in her dark tale. He did not realize that one small touch on Mykola's shoulder had managed to evoke a bad memory of his mother's vile treatment for him. Something that often happened a dozen years ago.

Mykola looked at the face that was already filled with many wrinkles. The hard-earned bad memories that he harbored and tried to forget over the years, came back to the surface. That's why he never came to see Margosha.

Little Mykola was a disadvantaged child. He lived in poverty, and often moved around with his parents. Things get worse, when the father suddenly leaves him and the mother just like that. The man left without a kiss of goodbye, or a farewell greeting.

Angry and disappointed Margosha, took it all out on little Mykola who was then seven years old. Mykola had to let her tiny body become the target of her mother's unburdened rage. He often receives punches, kicks, and even cigarette shocks in some parts of the body.

Since the departure of her selfless husband, Margosha turned into a smoker and heavy drinker. He doesn't care about Mykola anymore. In fact, the child is always accompanying the days and comforting him.

“The only thing I expect from you is silence! Don't say anything, or the tip of this cigarette will warn you!” threaten Margosha, whenever Mykola comes near her.

For two years, Mykola had to spend days in hell. However, all of that ended when the social services took him and took him away. Mykola was educated to the highest level with the help of the government.

Mykola has above average intelligence, plus the ability to see opportunities and take advantage of opportunities. That made Mykola accepted to work at a national company. The first salary received was much more than enough, for the cost of living alone.

The highest point in Mykola's life, when he meets Vlad. The blue-eyed handsome man offered a job with a fantastic salary. Mykola did not think twice about accepting the offer.

Until one day when just returned from a trip out of town, Mykola accidentally met Margosha who turned out to live. However, after seeing the mother's face, her nightmares are present again and seem to bring her back into a life of torment. This even disturbs the peace of Mykola. The dark-haired man suffered severe trauma over Margosha's ill-treatment.

Mykola, did not even dare to approach and offered the middle-aged woman a shelter. He ordered his men to replace him. Mykola told the man to take Margosha off the street and give her a proper place to live. A two-story house is ready to live in, on the outskirts of St. Petersburg.

Every month, Mykola also sent money to Margosha through the middlemen of his men. That way, he does not need to meet his mother directly.

However, the warm and loving attitude that Elke showed to Altea, in fact sparked Mykola's longing for the presence of the figure of the mother. Though she knew, Margosha was not a good mother and even bore the wounds of the past that were too deep for her.

“Do you get sick, son? Are you feverish? Your face looks very pale.” Margosha reached out, intending to touch Mykola's cheek.

However, again the man immediately dodged by inching backwards. “You don't have to touch me anymore, Mom. Just hug. The last time you touched my face, I fainted for almost two hours,” Mykola said with a bitter smile.

“Why can it be?” Milana who had just been silent and paying attention, ventured to ask.

“Are you willing to explain, Mom?” Instead of answering, Mykola turned her attention to her mother, who immediately gasped and froze.

“You used to hit me with a book with a thick cover, until my temple was bleeding. I was unconscious until our neighbor came. They took me to the nearest social service. That's when, the last time I met you,” Mykola said with a faint smile.

“MyBuddy .. Mykola ..” Margosha had trouble expressing words. The woman shed tears, which were soon accompanied by a slow sobbing. “I'm sorry,” he said softly.

Inwardly, Margosha wanted to shout and rally before her son to apologize. Margosha also wanted to express how much she regretted her foolish past actions. However, for some reason the words he wanted to say seemed to be stuck in the throat.

“Already. I'm not here to bring up the darkest times of my life. I just want to see how you are doing, and ..” Mykola's words paused for a moment. He then grabbed something from his blazer pocket.

A small-sized invitation with an elegant design, he handed it to Margosha.

“It. I want to introduce you to the employer who has given me so much,” Mykola said. “Come to my master's wedding at the weekend. I'll pick you up, Mom. You're also Milana. Come with my mom.” Mykola directed his gaze at the long-haired girl, who had been sitting there listening.

“I? But, I don't know your boss. I even just met you today,” Milana said, shaking her head in doubt.

“It's okay. Just come. I'll pick you up at ten in the morning,” Mykola said. The man's tone showed that he did not accept rejection anymore.

“Alright, Son. If that's what you want, then we'll come,” Margosha said after weighing for a while, “but .. I don't have any party clothes at all,”.

“That's no problem, Mom. I'll prepare everything. You just have to wait for me to come by the weekend. Don't forget. Ten o'clock right,” firmly Mykola before nodding, then moving from his seat.

“Wait, Son! You haven't tasted my cake,” stop Margosha. Spontaneously she held her son's arm. Luckily, Mykola did not move such reflexes just now.

“We still have plenty of time to spend together, Mom. Wait three more days, when I pick you up." Mykola blinked one eye at Milana, making the girl blush in embarrassment. Vlad's confidant turned around and left the two-storey house he had bought years ago for his mother.

Vlad's goal at that time was to return to the mansion before flying to Germany. He drove back his luxury car, then stopped in front of the main gate of Vlad's mansion. Mykola intended to put his car in, when the man's tail caught something.

Mykola's view through the windshield. He ducked while squinting, trying to catch an object that was a bit away from his position. The object seemed strange to him.

Mykola chose to get off the vehicle. He asked the guards to park his car in the side yard. Meanwhile, Mykola half-runningly followed the round, red-colored light-shaped object, which floated a bit far above him.

Long enough Mykola ran, until the man found out that the mysterious object was a light produced from a small drone. Mykola stopped his steps, when he realized that he had gone too far into the bush, which was on the right side of the highway.

The dark-haired handsome man ruffled his waist as he swept his gaze around. That place feels so quiet. Too quiet for a hot day. For a while, Mykola stood there watching the surroundings.

Feeling that he had found nothing, he decided to leave from there. However, suddenly a large tall man jumped from behind the bushes, while swinging an axe towards him.