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Berkah suddenly opened his eyes, his heart pounding out of his chest and his stomach acids rising.
The experience of death etched deep within his psyche.
He glanced down at his right hand and his brain gave him the illusion that his heart was still in his grasp.
He could somehow still feel its weight, texture and the warmth of his blood seeping through the crevices of his fingers.
[What is wrong with that woman, seriously...]
[What a fucking nightmare...]
[Yeah... I'll never go back there again unless I absolutely need to.]
He got up from the ground and took deep breaths, as if to wash away the fear that enveloped his entire being.
But try as he may, the psychological scars would forever remain with him.
He glanced at his father with eyes full of anguish, he wanted nothing more than to take away all of his pain.
[It's so weird seeing you so quiet...]