Cherry Blossom Brothel Robe?

All night Sofia kept thinking about the whole word thruv Niramon. Even their meeting did not produce any information about Zeno Bridgestone.

Sofia no longer had any ideas. Zeno's departure was completely deadlocked for him. The beautiful woman no longer has hope, maybe Zeno doesn't want to be with her anymore.

"Sofia," said the mother who is getting worse and worse.

"Yes, Mother. Does anyone hurt?" asked Sofia as she drew closer to her mother.

Mom shook her head softly, her fragile body was no longer able to get up. "How is your father doing? Did something bad happen?" he asked.

"No Mom, nothing serious. Dad just needs to rest a little longer to quickly recover.

Mom shed tears, she wanted to tell sofia everything. He was afraid that he would not have time to say it again. Because, the more days it gets worse. However, mom also doesn't understand where to start.

"Is Sofia still waiting for your husband's arrival, son?" asked the mother suddenly.

The pregnant woman who was busy rubbed her big belly lowered her head deeply. He wanted to say no, but which heart could lie. "I love her so much Mom," she liried.

"Forget him, Sofia. Don't expect him to come back, not anymore. Trust your mother this time, raise your own child. Educate him as well as possible, because Mom can't promise to accompany you to take care of him."

The mother's remarks no doubt made Renata's body tremble with fear. In the slightest he couldn't imagine what it would be like if he lived alone. He won't be able to, Sofia won't.

"Mom, how many times does Sofia have to tell Mom. Never talk like that. Indeed, Mom has the heart to leave Sofia alone?" asked the beautiful woman with her face that looked more and more pale with exhaustion.

Sofia stood up slowly, leaving very mother alone. He can't just imagine. How painful it is to live alone, he can't.

Under the sky that today looked very bright. The woman wanted to complain for a moment, shedding all the fatigue she had been carrying all day.

His mind cannot move in only one direction. There is a mother at home, her father who is also sick under the treatment of a healer, Zeno who disappeared as well as the cost of giving birth to his baby.

Sofia no longer understands, it must be in a way let alone she earns money. His stomach is getting bigger and bigger, if he is desperate to work even harder, wouldn't it not be fair to his son?

However, if he has no additional income, what is his responsibility as a child?

"Now what should I do? Zeno, can you go back? Help me," sofia sobbed bitterly.

Her hair that was no longer neat seemed to be getting disheveled in the wind. His face was still the same, but his expression was already much different.

The rations are now paled. The smile is no longer engraved from the lips that used to be like peaches.

"Why Zeno? Is there anything that made you do this to me? Please come, answer all this curiosity of mine."

His voice was soft, the more loud it sounded when he aired along with the night wind that felt cool holding the body.

Netra Sofia closed, hoping that when she woke up later everything that happened at this time was a dream.

"I hope, this is all not real. I promise to be a better human being. I promise not to marry my age, if this is indeed just an illusion."

His eyes closed, his consciousness had begun to dissipate. Her pretty face was stroked by the wind and occasionally dry leaves fell down greeting her cheeks.

In the distance there, a silver-haired man with his firm jaw was standing upright. Staring at the nanar woman who is now asleep on the porch of the house without a blanket accompanied by a moon.

Guilt lodged in his heart. If only time could be repeated, he would not agree to his half-sister's request. He will not take part in the suffering sofia feels.

"I'm sorry, I am indeed a fool. I've always been a loser like this, I can't. I don't have any power," Thruv said during his daydream.

The man approached towards Sofia. Opened the robe he was wearing, and then covered it on his sister's wife.

"Good night, may the Almighty be a little kind to you. I'm sorry," Thruv said before leaving the crown prince's beloved female body.

***

Sofia opened her eyes slowly, as she felt a cold hand touching her cheek. A little squirming Sofia's consciousness has returned completely.

"Syehrazat? You're coming?" said Sofia hoarsely.

Sofia's best friend nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, don't forget to come tomorrow. The Crown Prince is getting married, the alms that the King gave are not much."

Sofia lowered her head slightly to look at her stomach, she was worried but she needed to. "According to Syehrazat, this will be safe for me right? There was actually someone who asked me not to be there. However, I need the alms that the King will give."

Syehrazat looked confused, several times the girl rubbed her chin and was thinking of a solution for her best friend.

"Put it this way, I will accompany you. Today let the aunt just return to the Palace. I will accompany you tomorrow?" said Syehrazat enthusiastically.

Sofia shook her head with a fuss. "No, don't do it. You can get into trouble because of me."

Syehrazat pinched Sofia's cheek. "No need to worry. I know the king's concubine son. I will ask for help from him, how about it?"

The twinkle on Sofia's face began to be seen, the woman seemed to get a breath of fresh air from all the turmoil of her heart. "Want! Thank you very much. But, what are you related to the King's concubine son, hmm?" he teased.

Syehrazat looked embarrassed, "I liked it a long time ago."

However, a second later the girl's face was gloomy. "But yesterday he told me. That he loves a woman he should never have loved."

"At first I thought it was me. However, after he often told his favorite woman, it was contrary to my situation," continued Syehrazat sadly.

Sofia saw clearly the twinkle of Syehrazat's eyes. His best friend is in love. But unfortunately, he has not received a reply.

"Indeed, the man you love is handsome?" asked Sofia trying to break the atmosphere that began to shake.

The friend nodded enthusiastically. "So handsome. Her hair is silver, her jaw is firm. Tall and dashing, so handsome."

Syehrazat took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly. "Thruv Niramon. His name alone is very handsome. Isn't it?'

Sofia, who had been smiling sweetly, has now turned stiff. Thruv Niramon? Is he the same person?

"Sofia, whose robe are you from? It's like a stitching brothel of my hand. I sewed it 3 days to make this sakura motif?"

Sofia lifted the robe that she had just realized her existence. He also did not know where it came from.