Ghost

They say time medicine of everything. "

If you find ointment for wounds in your body, can a person find medicine for wounds that open deep inside? Unknown ....!

Is one's own suffering while traveling in the wheel of time? Or he turns around, not knowing whether the puzzle called time is medicine ...

In fact, man is himself, self-medication ...!

Man encodes his brain from the edge of the abyss with the hope that it will always come to an end, whereas what really makes us who we are is hidden in what we live.

A being called human should collect good memories for a beautiful tomorrow

Must collect good memories ...!

He was stunned when he saw the silhouette of his wife, smelling wild and youthful, in front of Brandon, could that be?

Could the woman to whom she devoted her love and life have come back for herself from the journey of obscurity she went to? By getting younger and more beautiful.

“Welcome, Mr. Brandon,” he looked in fascination at the owner of the delicate silky hands who reached out to him.

"Nice lady"

Nessie pushed her sister and approached the guest who came to their house with a cheerful smile.

"Sir, what a great honor don't you sit down?"

"Oh sorry ...!" He collapsed into the chair that the young girl had shown, and was staring at Casandra without taking his pensive eyes away from his focus ..

The households were trying to find the reason for the suddenly changing mood of the man who noticed this situation.

The first Lizz replied, "Mr. Brandon, do you have anything hiding from us?

"No Lizz"

"Please forgive me after a long journey, I think my balance was broken and I haven't eaten anything since morning"

The woman, worried that the gasoline of the man suddenly turned white like marble, turned to the table, anxiously saying that the meal is ready, come to the table immediately.

Brandon closed his eyes in agony, nodded softly, whispering "Yes", tears pouring down his cheeks like tears.

"This must be a dream," he said.

"Or God still wants me to suffer"

He immediately gave up these thoughts and became a believer.

Angering God was something he would never have wanted.

Casandra was stunned by the man's tears flowing like rain, while trying to find answers to the crazy questions in his mind, unable to understand the man's gaze to be staring at him as if he had seen a ghost, and then falling apart to stand still.

“Mr. Brandon, would you like us to leave you alone?” He approached the man in a kind voice.

"Please drink this water, we will be waiting for you until you can recover."

Brandon was still staring at the young girl's face, as if looking for something absent but familiar, longing and longing and endless waiting behind those absent dark eyes.

He took the extended glass saying "Thank you" and drank the water in one sip.

Lizz was calling the insider unaware of what was happening

"Casandra"

"Mr. Brandon"

Casandra swiftly burst into the dining room

"Mom calm down please ..!"

"What is this rush?"

"Mr. Brandon said he hasn't eaten since the morning, what shall we do? Let the man faint from hunger?" scolded the young girl

"Oops mom, your look at these events will drive me crazy one day, the man is not in a state to eat, something is happening, please be quiet and wait"

He hurried toward the kitchen, the door of the kitchen that opened to the outside was making terrible noises in and out as if to signal the storm outside, he immediately rushed to the door, pushed the door with all his might and closed its hook, but the strong wind continued to force the door.

The calm weather of autumn showed itself to the storm that ended with the arrival of October.

"We'll all be stuck here if we don't hit the road as soon as possible," the young girl said to herself.

He continued to think aloud without seeing the mischievous sister behind him.

"They also say that the rich are always happy ... this man is still shedding tears when they say he has gotten rid of mourning," he lamented.

He dispersed his thoughts, half painful, half admiring.

"What are you saying again, lady philosopher"

"Ayy ..!"

He caught his brother in one move and pinched his arm, saying "You scared me, Nessie."

"What the heck is everybody going like they're crazy?"

"Mr. Brandon as if he saw zombies, my mother keeps chanting, you are outside talking to yourself, God sake, come to yourselves now."

I have to yell and run away by saying "Imdattt ..!"

"Silly, don't talk silly, Nessie."

He gently pushed his brother, who stood in front of him, questioning him.

"I'm telling you to die of curiosity, I was surprised and admired that the duke is still in love with his wife."

"Do you think we can find someone who loves us like that, Cas?" the young girl gave her sister a dreamy look.

"Again, don't start dreaming of a prince like in romance novels"

"Come on Nessie!"

"Tidy yourself up if you don't want to be strangled by my mother at a young age," she warned her sister.