12: Meaning of life

The long journey has led to a meeting. The meeting ultimately teaches about another meaning of life. This is a lesson that has been shared by Delia Ashton. I don't want to question it anymore, let alone curse it. All contain an implied message that requires carefulness to understand.

Delia didn't deny it and she knew that if she was going to get both, she'd meet the bad guys and the nicest people. Meeting people who seem to threaten her or meeting people who seem to save her life, saves from a real view of life.

Delia stopped at a meeting. The meeting changed his way of thinking about life and about the meaning of being useful to others.

"I'd rather leave than stay in someone's life if I just become poison. I want to be useful, not poison, Alena." The words that came from her vocal cords during the last meeting with Alena Harris.

The wound still causes excruciating pain. Not only did she get sick from the gunshot wound that Sally gave her with the tip of her gun. The wound that hurt, even more, came from the person Delia loved the most. "I don't blame her. I'm the one who dragged her into my world, Alena."

A snippet of memories when Delia decided to return to visit Alena's residence without the knowledge of Rudolf Felix, who that day was not in America.

Surprise appeared on Alena's beautiful face before panic overtook her. "I'm sorry for making you----"

"Stop your bullshit, D," Alena interrupted quickly when they managed to get into an apartment owned by the Felix family. Alena sat Delia on one of the sofas previously covered by a white cloth. After that next sofa and other furniture. "I'll make some tea or---"

"I need alcohol," interrupted Delia which made Alena glare. "My wound will stay like this if you give me coffee or tea, Alena. I need alcohol," said Delia, which in the end made Alena relent even with a snort.

"You'd better stay here. I'll buy everything you need." Alena said it quickly while grabbing her bag which was lying on the sofa opposite Delia.

"You will go alone and--" Delia grabbed Alena's upper arm as the beautiful woman passed by her. Alena's steps stopped, towering beside Delia who was staring with a pale face and a cloudy look.

"You stay here, I have a million reasons for me to give to Felix," said Alena who understood the direction of Delia's conversation.

Delia always worries about Alena when she is alone. For Delia, Alena remains a fragile, vulnerable woman who can break at any moment. No different with Marsha Anderson.

Rudolf has provided security in the life of Alena Harris, ensuring that everything is safe and that there will never be another tragedy that ends as tragically as several years ago. The existence of Victoria and her ally Colin Steward has ushered in the couple Rudolf and Alena in a dark story. Although it becomes a beautiful story for Delia with her meeting with Alena. "I will make sure everything is fine. You wait here, I'll be right back."

Alena left her husband's apartment, leaving Delia Ashton alone with a wound that still had traces of blood on the gauze covering it. Delia felt pain and also a stabbing pain that she needed to lie down on the sofa. Laying her head on the arm of the sofa before her gaze stared up at the ceiling of the room which was painted pure white.

It didn't take long for Alena to get everything she needed for Delia Ashton. Alena returned in less than an hour with the two bags she had brought with her. One bag contained medical supplies for Delia and the other was filled with food to eat right away.

"We have to clean your wound again and replace the wound dressing with a new one, Delia," said Alena quickly as she put everything down and took everything needed for Delia.

Unable to argue, no need to argue, Delia wasn't going to do both this time. She will choose to comply with all that will be done by Alena Harris. Her slender fingers deftly cleaned the wound that still looked fresh, and brushed the alcohol with a clean cotton swab, the stinging sensation made Delia shriek with sweat on her forehead, biting her lip hard to endure the pain. "I wish I could do more than this for you, D," joked Alena as she managed to finish her task of covering Delia's wound with new gauze. Close the wound that is still bleeding. "I bought some clothes that you can wear before you return to--"

"I'm not going back there," Delia interrupted quickly which made Alena stare in surprise.

"What do you mean?" A short question that requires a long answer from Delia.

The two fell silent and looked at each other. Delia leaned back and winced in pain. "I will leave here. I'm not going back to that house for now," said Delia with a serious look while Alena was still motionless on the sofa she was sitting on. "A lot of things happened and I can't explain it to you right now, Alena. I know you have a lot of questions I need to answer, but I beg you, not right now." Delia said it with emphasis on the few words that were strung together in the sentence she spoke.

"You want to get away from her?" asked Alena who didn't care about Delia's previous request. Alena kept asking and Delia knew it. She could guess it easily. Alena is a stubborn woman with curiosity that sometimes dominates over logic. "You're going to leave Marsha after everything that happened? You were there to save her, you came just in time for that damn woman to hurt her you---" Alena stopped her sentence with her gaze completely fixed on Delia who was in pain. "---Okay. I'm not going to ask you this time."

Delia smiled bitterly. "What are your plans after this?"

"You keep asking, Mrs. Felix," joked Delia which made Alena stare roundly, while Delia bit her lip between enduring pain or laughter when she saw Alena's shocked face and then snorted.

"You're still an asshole, D," said Alena as she got up from the sofa leaving Delia. The two of them had dinner before Alena left to return home before Rudolf Felix returned a few hours later.

Those places have been explored by Delia Ashton. With a lump of pain that was no longer a physical wound from a gunshot from Sally Pladys' weapon, but a wound from a broken heart. Her love ran aground, Delia's love for Marsha seemed to be reticent in the uncertainty created by Marsha. Delia didn't hesitate, but not Marsha. Delia doesn't blame it for what happened, it's not easy to accept the meaning of life that feels different from most other people.

For those who believe in the resurrection. Death is not important. This is not an end, but a new beginning. The idea of ​​resurrection, a tantalizing concept, is easily forgotten. Before you can rise from the dead. For those who believe in the resurrection. Death is not important. In the resurrection, those who have died, live. Those who live, believe that they will never die.

No matter how far the distance that Delia spreads for Marsha, it still can't erase the traces of their story. Delia didn't completely leave, didn't completely walk away. Observing, making sure all was well for Marsha Anderson.

Delia sat on a chair in the garden beside her house. Delia chose to step aside for a moment from the noise of people she didn't know, they were heard talking with her mother, Trina Ashton. The middle-aged woman invited several of her colleagues to the house and now had a lively conversation in one of the rooms in the Ashton family's big house.

Not wanting to bother with all the pleasantries, Delia preferred to stay away, but she was reluctant to stay in her room any longer. Delia had other plans, but not today.

The news is still about the Anderson family's sisters, namely Marsha Anderson and also her sister, Dr. Lucy Anderson. The news of the two was witnessed by Delia without missing anything on any developments in the case.

Marsha and Lucy. The two have been entangled in an issue that has become a topic of discussion in recent weeks. Delia had thought that all of this would end quickly, but it didn't. The kidnapping case of Marsha Anderson led to the reappearance of the figure of Sally Pladys who had been faking her death all this time, dragging several names including a reliable and beautiful lawyer, Jacob Grayson.

Jacob's ability to escape from any case that could drag him has put him in the ranks of great lawyers who are respected. "I don't know how that damn bastard can escape the case of forged death certificates," Delia sighed as she got up and sat on the sofa with the pain that suddenly came back. Pain that still occasionally felt in Delia's body.

Jacob is behind Sally Pladys, as well as Lisa Tan who is now a fugitive from the police. Lisa is considered Sally's accomplice, all evidence puts the stocky woman at a disadvantage. "Where is she?" Delia thought again still looking at her cellphone screen. Delia is still following the news through social media or Youtube Channel on her cellphone.

"I was the one who broke the brakes on the car you and your husband and son were riding in, Marsha Anderson." The sentence that became Sally's confession in front of Delia and also Marsha. A confession that made Marsha revolt with a sudden burst of anger, pushing Sally's body before Delia lunged at her and wrestled for the weapon Sally Pladys was carrying.

The tense atmosphere still felt real to Delia, even her whole body still shuddered at the crazy memory of Sally's actions. Not surprising but surprising enough. "Because I'm that damn woman doing crazy things that have snatched your true happiness, Sha," Delia thought.

The death of Czar Bulgakov, Marsha's only son died in an accident planned by Sally. Sally's suspicions about Marsha for reporting the money laundering documents she did lead to Marsha's figure. The secret that Delia had been carrying all along. But Delia didn't think that the accident was Sally's doing.

"That damn woman is still roaming free," Delia hissed.

Her gaze penetrated the large trees on the hill in front of her. The Ashtons' residence up on the hill. The green scenery with the wind blowing across her face, made Delia feel so calm, even though the image of Marsha in her head was worrying. The existence of Sally, whose traces have not been found until now, has disturbed and become a consideration for Delia. "I can't leave her alone."

The series of cases that befell Marsha is not an easy matter. Alena had provided the information that Delia had asked for while she was not near Marsha. Delia entrusts Marsha's safety to them, Felix's family. Delia was sure that Marsha would be fine.

Alena Felix: I will be in London for a week. If you want to meet me, we meet at the apartment.

The message appeared on Delia's cellphone screen. The message that Alena sent for her.

Alena Felix: I wanted to meet you because I knew you wouldn't ask me to meet you.

The second message that Alena sent made Delia grin cutely. Alena knows Delia very well. She will not search.

"You're here," said Trina Ashton which made Delia almost tiptoe in surprise. The appearance of Trina is not alone, but with a woman and also a man who Delia suspects is the child of the woman standing next to her mother. "Delia, introduce them-"

"Hi, Delia," the middle-aged woman greeted with a broad smile.

"Delia, Mrs. Woodward with his son Albert Woodward. They want to get to know you. They---"

"Nice to meet you guys," Delia interrupted as needed to be followed by a snort and a fake smile.

"Delia, can you---"

"I have to go now. I'm sorry," Delia interrupted as she got up before Trina stopped her by grabbing Delia's upper arm. Mother and daughter stared at each other intently.

"Keep your head up, Delia," Trina said with emphasis.

"I have done what I needed to do. But nothing more than that," Delia pressed as she removed Trina's hand from hers. Delia left after that.

"Delia. Delia."

A call that did not make Delia stop steps from leaving her parents' house. Delia also didn't care about the stares of other guests, not only they were outsiders from her family, as well as her father and her two younger siblings. "I'll go after her," Frank Ashton said.

A knock on the car door startled the passenger seat and Frank was there. "Why did you follow me?" Delia asked annoyed.

"Since you came, we haven't spoken and I guess---"

"There's nothing we need to talk about," interrupted Delia followed by a loud sigh and turned her face to the side. Seen from a distance their father came out through the double doors of the house and then down the steps. "I'm not getting out of the car or you're going to talk to Dad." A difficult offer for Delia. Frank had played her cards and Delia followed suit.

"I won't let you threaten me a second time," Delia chimed in to which Frank responded with a triumphant chuckle. The car that Delia was driving went straight through the street which was filled with parked guest cars on one side.

"Delia! Delia!" shouted Devon who was ignored by Delia who continued to drive her car.

Not a restaurant, not a cafe, or a place to talk like many other people. Salisbury doesn't offer many modern options, the universe has stretched out and Delia prefers that. Delia doesn't have much time to enjoy her hometown.

"What happened to you?" Frank asked.

The two of them sat on a large log of a tree that towered before them. The soil is still wet and there are still dewdrops on the leaves. "You've been shut up since you came and---"

"I brought you not to answer questions. My problem, not your problem," Delia joked before she took out a cigarette case from the pocket of the jacket she was wearing. She took out a stick and then tucked it between her lips. Before Delia lit it with fire, Delia found her brother staring at her. An easily predictable gaze. "Don't tell me you started smoking, Frank," Delia said and Frank replied with a predictable grin. "Oh, shit!" Delia said spontaneously as Frank got up from his seat to sit next to Delia.

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