HER SECRETS, HIS LOVE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 81 - チャプター 90

Farhana sat and enjoyed the ice cream she had just bought. She was still unsure about her decision but since she already made the call, she would have to go ahead with the initial plans. If she gets to have a man who will treat her like a princess before her plans are complete then she would readily accept that as a bonus for her hard work. A few minutes later, she was joined at the secluded table by two women. On a closer look , one would immediately assume that the two are related due to the beauty that emits from them. The elder one wore a lose white dress and tied a black headscarf to keep her hair covered. Her gorgeous face looked chillingly ethereal due to the coldness that could be easily detected from them. Her counterpart was no different. Her expression matched that of the older beauty. She looked like an ice princess whose beauty was enough to cause wars. Her beauty was complimented by her emerald green dress and a matching scarf.

 Rumeysa's body shook uncontrollably as she cried for the man whose tears refused to fall. she cried for the ten year old who was left with a corpse. She cried for the child that was exposed to his mother's vulgar acts. She cried for the neglected child who was sold into the gang. Her hands had automatically wrapped around his huge frame as she cried. The man had tried to coax her to stop crying but her tears didn't stop. She felt lost. She wanted to go home but how could she leave him alone? She wanted to apologize to her sister but how could she do that if she fails to go back to the orphanage. The two had stayed like that until she fell asleep in his arms. The next time she woke up, she found herself in a moving car with a letter in her hands. She had opened it and her eyes filled with tears again. She missed him already. How did that happen? Now, standing before the place she called home, her v

Until the topic they were trying to avoid was mentioned. Muntaha! The two girls fell silent. One was curious while the other felt nervous. She was used to consulting her sister in everything but this was the first time she had to talk about love with her. Rumeysa lowered her gaze as she played with her fingers. Humeyra on the other hand waited patiently. She knew from experience how hard it was to talk about someone you love. Eventually, Rumeysa started to talk." I met him for the first time at the park. He sat beside me on the bench but I didn't pay much heed to him. It was my nonchalance which made him talk to me, I believe.  The moment I heard his voice, it irritated me. I don't know why it did but his voice just lit my temper . I sassed at him and left him on the bench assuming that it was the first and last time I get to see his face. If only I knew how wrong I was, I wo

Walking through the long corridor, the sound of heavy foot steps could be heard. This ascertains the fact that the whole place looked abandoned and empty. Each step he took towards his destination made Muntaha feel the heaviness in his heart increase. He could feel the nauseating memory resurface from where he had buried them deep inside. He felt suffocated and pained. These were part of the memories he had shared with Rumeysa . While sharing the same memories with her, he had told her the story as if it was not his own. He had relayed the memories like it was someone else's story. As his foot steps neared the furthest end of the corridor, the heavy feeling in his chest only became more apparent. It was inevitable to avoid this meeting. Behind that door was someone whose mare presence sent chills down his spine. The truth was, his heart still held the fear it had when he was still an innocent boy whenever he face the said woman.

The two lovers slept peacefully in each other's arms. These was the scene Humeyra witnessed. Looking at the two, she couldn't help but shake her head. The temptations were too great even for her little sister. She recalled how she had tied Hamdan up and did unthinkable things to him . She was not perfect. No one was. What makes a difference however is that, if we must learn from our mistakes, then it would hurt more than learning from others mistakes. She was no difference from Muntaha. She was stealthy in her moves and could easily move about without shifting the direction of air to alert anyone. Humeyra found all the weapons Muntaha brought along and placed them in her leather jacket. She then left a little note behind for Muntaha to find. Two hours after Humeyra's visit, Rumeysa woke up. She had over slept and missed her morning prayers for the first time in ages. She sighed out loud before stretching her ha