Valesha, Deep Regrets
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He stopped thinking about the rest of his brain that only had space left to think.
He also stopped stirring the sugar tea in the tea he was brewing, and then drank it.
"Valesha, are you drinking sweet tea again? aren't you afraid of fat? look, you've spent how many glasses drinking sweet tea, yes if it's just tea I might be able to tolerate, but if it's mixed with sugar, I can no longer let you drink it, I can't let you drink it, or you're not gonna be fat." Geshka said long and wide while grabbing a glass of warm tea handmade by Valesha who had not even had time to drink by Valesha.
"Eh, don't take it, it'll spill." Valesha's face even looked so weak.
"Maybe you are too tired to face everything, but try to remember, on the other hand there is still me who is always beside you, do not continue to force yourself to look okay," geshka said as he put a full glass of tea on the dinner table, "you didn't sleep all night, just kept crying and crying, you think I slept well last night? no Valesha, you're the one who stayed up late and got hurt, but I also have to know how inappropriate it is to leave you alone all night, which is why I can't sleep either."
Geshka looked angry with her cute expression. Apparently behind the madness created by Geshka on the other hand, he also has a great seriousness and attention for his best friend.
He immediately took the footsteps of Valesha to sit on the dining chair.
Geshka is seen putting her bag on the dinner table and quickly helps Valesha to organize her heart.
"Valesha, if you want to go back to your father's house, I suggest that you go home, just don't say anything about your intention, if you continue to stay here, if you continue to stay here, it means sailing in the ocean, not knowing where to go, you obviously don't know." Geshka said while rubbing Valesha's back with care.
Now it appears that Valesha's pale face began to look a little better, huey, and for sure, he again smiled at the friend.
"Thank you for your advice, I'll be back, somehow I have to explain everything to you, but there my father too has threatened his life, and I have to prevent all this evil so that my father can survive his death."
The smiling Valesha looked much better than before, gazing at Geshka and then looking back at the empty table before her.
Then what about something that keeps me from walking away? a snare that I don't know what this is, how can I be sure that I'm completely free of this trap?
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"One more injection, Mr. Vishnu is likely to be killed, and the injection will be carried out tomorrow morning, as usual." Speak to someone else who is sitting on his seat of greatness.
The man on his big chair seemed to be flashing a sly smile on his lips, tapping on the handle of his chair with his aging fingers.
"Good, I want to hear the good news next, once he's dead, I'll come with my big tears in front of everyone, or maybe, I'll kick his body out of the house."
He looks back to smile cunningly, with his red lips blushing, plus on the left right cheek that began to look wrinkled, even so he still looks so young.
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A breeze felt pierced all over the body, so that the body wrapped in a hairy jacket could not protect itself from the cold and piercing sharp.
He could not even budge a little from his seat in the taxi he was riding. Only occasionally did his head point out the window, and he saw the glittering lights of the city streets that looked very crowded, decorated with stars scattered in the sky.
But he did not smile even though he had found such an unbeatable beauty. He could only be seen looking at her with deep eyes. He was not seriously looking at the stars in the sky, his eyes were indeed heading there, but his brain and mind, were heading towards one thing else.
One thing that does not include awe, one thing that is more precisely like the color gray, which cannot be explained, what it is like.
Between having to go to his father's residence, but his already disappointed heart can't lie either, he still wants the whereabouts of Axelo, a man he's even heard betraying himself.
Or maybe he who has already fallen in disappointment and does not want to come back here again...
The arkh!
Making this decision is very difficult. Moreover, he was just like a statue that was moved there and here, but his soul was still a statue.
He could not deny, in that great disappointment, he still loved Axelo. He loved the man at all times..
But he also did not want to be fooled by the word love he said. Now he knows that all this was Axelo, then what use is he in the name of love to survive?
The thing that he wanted to know, the thing that had always been a question in his mind, how the virus entered, who had given the virus to his father, who had given it to him, finally, everything has been answered.
Although honestly he also still doubted the reality he heard, but there was no harm if he went to make sure of all this.
The doctor who treated my father said that the virus came in through food or drink, while I fired all the old employees who were there, and replaced everything new, the condition of the father is still the same, but at least it does not make the father why.
Then is it possible that the condition of the father who did not recover is also due to the effects of the virus that entered first, or even now, the virus still enters his body through someone?
His mind grew runneck, thinking how next he would deal with this, while the clarity about all the guesses in his brain had not fully received his answer.
Then if it had been this way, would he still be able to not suspect Axelo? all he knew was that Axelo always had widespread power, with his men and Intel he never even knew where Axelo was deploying him.
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