“Tell me that you’re joking, young lady and please find something to cover yourself.” He said and groaned. The woman picks the coverlet from the bed and wraps herself with it.
“I am not joking, sir. I’ve been death and you reincarnated me.”
“How did it happen?” he stepped in to the bedroom.
“I died with vengeance and the heaven or hell doesn’t receive my spirit. When I was wandering somewhere, my spirit had been sucked back into my old body-like reincarnated.” She explained and sat on the bed.
“Just like that and pooofff…You’re here?” Ken still shocked from the moment he saw her. She nodded.
“Oh no-What have I done?” he whispered. The woman came closer to him and looking at his eyes.
“Thank you again; you just do not know how much did you have help me.” She said. This girl in front of him; he thought; was a beautiful and looks young. Then, he asked,
“How old are you?”
“You mean now or when I died?” she asked bluntly.
“Of course, when you died or else you won’t look like this now.” He answered and smile.
“I am eighteen.”
“What? That young-Gosh…” he cursed slowly.
“Where do you live then, since you’re reincarnated; of course I want to know about you and send you back to your family.”
“I live here”
“Here? You mean-my apartment?” The girl nodded. He was speechless.
“You can’t send me back to my family, sir. I live with my father here, four years ago-of course. My father has passed away before me.” She looked sad and her eyes are teary when she explained. Possessed by the sympathize feeling, Ken holds her shoulders.
“What happen to you?”
“I’ve been murdered.”
“You hate because the murder killed you and that why both heaven and hell does not take you?” he hate himself for asking that question but words cannot be reverse. The girl shook.
“I’ve been raped to death…” she stopped and tears are glowing on her cheeks. Ken tightens his grip on her shoulders.
Good God, this girl is suffered and that why she does not been received.
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