CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Days have passed. I don't know what to do since I've witness a lot of things I didn't remember in the past. I've been trying to connect a lot of things to figure out what to do next.

I'm no stupid enough to depend on my memories of my last life, but atleast it will be a basis of my next moves.

Surprisingly Navia didn't do anything at the moment. It's a little scary because even her moves are now different.

Right now, I'm contemplating life alone in my room. Father is at work, my grandmother somehow wanted to visit the orphanage that she grew up with and Navia went out with Van.

I don't want to doubt my memories but...

What if everything was just a dream? What if it really didn't happen? Cause it's the only right reason for these things.

It makes my heart throb. It makes my heart also drop down my gut. The feeling is heavy. 

What if it's all in my head? That Navia hated me? And what if June really did love me?

Wait — Scratch that jerk. He lied about being married.

I jolted up when I remembered his wife. Those bruises and burn marks and her state. I totally forgot about it!

And seeing how uncomfortable she is with June... But then going out in that state is a little suspicious too. Of course, anyone who will see her will think the husband is abusing her and knowing June, I know he values public image next to money.

Ugh. My head is hurting. Everything is a mess. 

I closed my eyes and I blacked out the nexy few minutes. 

"I love you, Freya. Promise me you'll be back." A strange yet sweet voice whispered to me. 

The hug was soft, so soft that I think I'm hugging a pillow. The man pulled away in a gente manner and looks at me. He smiled brightly, as if he saw the thing he wanted the most.

"I'll be waiting for you, Freya," he spoke again.

My mouth opened slowly, like I was careful not to make my voice louder. "I'll be with you in the end, Gin."

I gasped for air when I woke up. I was sweating bullets. My whole body is shaking to the point I can't poperly sit or stand up. My throat is dry as I was reaching out the bottled water on the table next to my bed.

Why am I trembling? Was it because of my dream?

I facepalmed as I try to remember the details but I can't recall anything. The only thing that marked me most was the longing feeling and sharp pain that I felt.

What was that? What kind of dream did I have?

"Heh. So you're awake now?" The small and high-pitched voice startled me. 

I caught the person standing smugly in the corner of my room. His green eyes shone brightly under the moonlight's rays.

I overslept. Perhaps, that's why my body is trembling. I skipped lunch and probably dinner too. Am I that overwhelmed with everything that's happening right now?

"Who are you?" Even when I'm on my weakest, I tried to shield myself using the lamp that I have beside me.

He chuckled. His dark eyebags makes him look depressed. And he's so thin. Much more thinner than that time I saw him at the hospital.

"What do you want from me!?" I shouted but for some reason my voice is too low. I badly want to shout at the top of my lungs to alert anyone outside.

"Relax. Why are you on edge?" He slowly walked towards the bed and sat down. 

I didn't lower my guard. I glared at him and was ready to kick his face but he grabbed my hands and made me turn around.

Now the situation is more suspicious! He's locking both of my hands behind my back as he kicked the lamp away that slipped on my hands.

He's behind me. Breathing nearly at my ear. It was disgusting. I want to get out of his grip and punch him again and again. 

"You know who I am, right?" He asked.

My body was too weak to resist. So instead of fighting him through raw strength, I just use my head.

Literally.

"Aw!" I groaned when I bumped my head roughly on his.

He didn't utter any painful resistance. Instead, he slowly lets me go and made me face him. 

"Freya, calm down!"

"Stop touching me!" I bumped my head again on his forehead and with that, I laid down on the bed; head fuzzy and dizzy.

"Fine. Alright. I'll get to the point." His voice clearly sounds that has annoyed. "You should be careful."

I didn't answer him because if I did, I felt like I would throw up a pit. 

"I'll give you three clues." I heard some sort of paper rustling. "Your sister is working for someone... Someone who has the intention to kill you."

Why is he telling me this? Does he know something? It's impossible. This is a confidential matter. 

Then.. What if Gin was the one behind this?

"Stop thinking nonsense." He thundered like a child throwing a tantrum. "The time where you were brought back costs a huge sacrifice on my part."

What? Did I just heard that right or was it my imagination? 

"What are you—" I stopped midway when I felt myself throwing up. This damn nausea!

"The last clue is... you need to go to the Hanyu Cathedral for clues."

Is he serious? He's giving me clues to find another clues? Why can't he be straightforward? I swear! This guy must be playing tricks on me!

"Then I'll go for now." 

No! He can't leave! I need to ask him questions! 

I tried to stopped him but my vision is blacking out. A warm hand slid down my face. It was strangely comforting that it made me froze in spot.

Then after that touch, my whole body gave up and I fell into slumber again. But before my consciousness was wholely taken away, I heard the man say something. It was not complete and I didn't exactly heard all of it but it made my heart ache.

"Wait for me, mom."