The burden

Layla watches Kira praising wholeheartedly.

Guilt was suddenly replaced by pain and anger.She thought. I used to be that bold. Giving much of my time, services and my heart to Him. I was once persecuted by my friends but I didn't mind because I put You first. Going to church , do prayers and give thanks all the times, I never missed because I consider you in all the things that I do. Counting those times, I learned that prayers won't solve everything. I should learn to work on myself because this is the reality. Waiting for prayers to be answered without doing anything is like fishing in the wide pond with only few fish to catch.

Layla tried to sing the phrases but the words seemed to be worthless, didn't soothe deeply in her heart. It's not new to her. Everything went upside down and she can't blame herself. It just went that way.

🔊Beep.Beep.Beep

Lang, let's meet @ Fara's Place

(Lang-another nickname for Layla)

Well, it's Bali, the only person who was with me all the time.

Layla replied going.

She sneaked out.

Upon riding home, she saw a picture of a happy family and a wanted postage on the street. Images flashed back in her memory. Even if she concealed it from others but not by herself. She remembered everything.

Layla was near to being exploited but she fought back and got a dissociative amnesia caused by an emotional shock. Her temporary amnesia lasted for 3 weeks which most people do not know. Most people known that she still have an amnesia. Guess what? After gaining her memories back, she found out that her mother was sent to a psychiatrist's care.

Life is so unfair indeed. How come criminals are still alive and free to do everything they want while good people suffers. Can't God spare their lives to have a better place on earth. They should be punished. Immediate sufferring is what they deserve.

Heat of the moment is starting to boil. She clenched her teeth in anguish. Her heart was filled with hatred.

and her tears gave up....

She wanted to shout in protest but only silence is her loudest cry. Most of the times she throw unwavering smiles but deep inside she was deeply wounded. She was in deep pain. She wanted to ask help but she might feel embarass to the person who will know the fact. It's kinda self degrading so she better hide the truth, that she already retrieved her memories. The good and the worst.

Every time Layla remembers her darkest moments, she will always soak herself in liquors.

The next thing she knew, she was facing the glowing doors of Fara's place. Layla took in and find her seat.