THE SPIRIT OF REVENGE
The Journey of Hanna

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Today is the day of my woman Hanna's funeral, my woman has gone and returned to the Creator.

My grief is not over my wounds have not dried up love and the pain is in tandem, I try to accept all this bitter taste, but guilt continues to haunt me and make me like a man who perched on thousands of thorns hurt so much.

It is when I have given you up, I have loved you and will always love you but it is when you return to the Creator again.

Hanna's body was finished being buried, the pain back pierced the heart. Seeing the person I love first go away I died alone.

I kept staring at Hanna's batunisan which read her name and one picture frame of her smiling beauty once .

Until I refused to leave her alone at this silent cemetery.

"Bro, let it go. Perhaps it was time for her to return to the divine that she had been sad and that had happened today. " Say my best friend aldo while patting my shoulder.

"Gw feels this happens because I do, I failed . I feel like I failed to be a man who can't take care of his woman well. " My tears are dripping lamenting this heartache.

"Ray until when you want to beat yourself up like this, it's God's will your job is just to let him go so he's calm down there bro, I know your feelings are not easy in living your loved ones but you have to relax. "Luke aldo encouraged me.

"Gw wasn't ready to lose Hanna do. "I looked back at Hanna's batunisan.

After arriving at my apartment, I immediately threw myself in a mattress without bathing first. Because I've been so tired physically mentally and heartily.

I took a picture frame of me and Hanna that was displayed on the nightstand next to my bed and looked at her sincerely smiling face.

If that doesn't happen, if I don't go with Sasha and make a fatal mistake, if I know the day of your return and remember our anniversary, surely you're still with me right now joking around like that laugh again.

While I was still staring at the picture frame of me and Hanna, suddenly there were footsteps outside my room.

And as my hair slowly crouched, I ventured to open the door of my room when I stepped out I was shocked.

Because there are a lot of footprints on the floor of my living room, and more surprising to me my footprints are like blood-soaked mud.

I kept watching the footprints and followed where they were going, as I followed them to a stop at the back door of my apartment warehouse.

Then the smell of rancid and pierced my nose a very disgusting smell and made me nauseous.

I was filled with fear and still grieving heart tried to return to the room but my steps came to a halt when the voice of a woman I knew so well called my name.

Ray, where are you going?