I'm Thinking of dying too

Oman is a person who is more than just a friend, he is a brother to me, he is like a brother to me, because in my every problem, he is the first to put his body up for me. He never said no for me , Even though he can't afford it, he always tries to be able to me.

"Oman ... what did you say to you!" .

Oman also looked at me with a look of disbelief, he was surprised to hear my words.

"Anjani, how do you know?" . Oman also asked me. With a smile I answered it

"Almost every week papa sends me letters, even though I never reply to them, papa never stops to keep writing to me, because for me hate is more important than forgiving it".

"Who did you get the letter from ?? ...

Antoni quickly asked me.

"From the jailer who feels sorry for daddy".

I dared not look at Antoni's face, I answered him.

"When did you meet him?" .

Antoni is getting more and more curious about me.