You will hurt if you keep your eyes sharp, but your soul will be full of love if they keep working._Grace Manninhattan.Joining the big family with a serious conversation, Grace's head was bitten by a tiger's fang. There were many people around who were not recognized, even though Mr.Charmond sat beside her, she seemed to freeze without knowing what they were talking about.Grace's smile shrank, she had sat as a CEO in a very short time. A job that made her have to meet many people with warm faces even when she was grieving. Grace is grateful to be taken out by Mr.Charmond from there, at least there is freedom to enjoy some quiet time alone. However, in the future, she must return to the company with the position of CEO. Mr.Charmond had promised that.Not long after the old people's conversation, Grace left the room and entered the bedroom. She rushed so as not to meet the many mourners who arrived as if reluctant to go home. The door had just been closed by Grace but opened again wit

"I know what you want, but you don't have to be crazy, Grace."The man spends his time scribbling on a small book which he often takes with him wherever goes, occasionally his eyes go to the woman's body lying in a hospital bed.The clock shows half past twelve, but Grace only wakes up after getting help from the doctor and then goes back to sleep. She had questioned Mrs.Launtin, but they were not in the same hospital.Mr.Charmond takes Grace to a private doctor, doctor Lue. Sick, Grace still railed against him with a cynical look. She hopes to be side by side with her mother who is lying ill, but Mr.Charmond just doesn't allow it.The scribbles kept changing on the blank sheet of paper, only the direction of his eyes narrowed at Grace's body which had the wrong ambition.It was only today that Mr.Charmond's soul was squeezed by his own thoughts after finding the small knife that Grace always carried with her every day. What for?Of course to meet the opportunity with her grudge again

_ Go with your dead soul._Author"That's my mother's grave," Charles's index finger pointed at the neat mound of earth. Green grass is visible above it.A fresh breeze amidst the cloudy afternoon, escorting two teenagers to the cemetery Charles meant. Their steps go hand in hand, if Grace's left foot steps, then Charles's right foot will follow. Continue until they stop at a grave."Mrs. Aziza, what a beautiful name." She said almost in a whisper.Grace's eyes glanced to the side, it was seen that Charles body had crouched down. Caressing the green grass which indicates like eternal life in nature there is very calm.This is surprising indeed. Even Grace herself could hardly believe that she finally knew Charles with one crazy confession. It's just that there was no expression of surprise or anger that Grace got from Charles, a far cry from Mr. Flip's attitude that said bad things about him as an illegitimate child. She cleared her throat, crouching down beside Charles.The man looked

When Grace brought Charles home, Mrs.Launtin was not aware of the plan. She only received a message that Grace would come home for lunch before meeting the afternoon class on campus. The smile of the young boy who had just got off the motorbike still remained unchanged from the face of a three year old. While she was still working for Madame, the baby boy became the Iranian woman's favorite son. Mrs.Launtin still remembers how the beautiful face of the Eastern woman gave her a glass of cold water or hot coffee when she worked timelessly at Mr.Emeron's luxurious house.Her chest felt tight, the boy's eyes were from Mrs. Aziza. There is a feeling of guilt that cannot be restrained when remembering events that have passed very long ago. Mrs.Aziza's small and thin body tried to provide protection when she became the object of Madame's anger, after learning of Mrs.Launtin's pregnancy."Charles." She called softly, inviting the boy in."You're Grace's college friend?"Charles nodded. "That's

"You know, why can't you kill me?!" He said while pointing the gun at his forehead by pressing deeply, done repeatedly."Because you know being a human bastard isn't just enough to be killed!" The answer sounded shaky but filled with courage.There was no smile that almost resembled a grin when he heard the answer that was very painful. He tightened his grip on the little girl's arm with sharp eyes, even looking a little red."Tell me my daughter, what did Mr.Charmond say to you to make your head wash for just one hatred for me?! You want to know what happened to your husband in that room?!" He asked in a threatening tone.The little girl held her breath longer, her eyes fixed on the iron locked door, its size was enormous. Inside there is her husband, is it possible that the man can still breathe?"Calm down, Grace. Calm down, calm down." She closed eyes for a few seconds, though the joints in her legs were nearly paralyzed in place. She even held her urine because was too afraid of