Niko sat limply facing his younger brother, entrusted by his father to care for him after their parents died.
Likha was sobbing, holding back the tears about to burst out of her eyes.
"Brother, thank you for trusting me. Thank you for taking care of me all this time and being a substitute father for me, who often troubled you. I always pray for you to get a good woman that you and she will love each other to the death." Likha spoke with a stuttering voice and irregular breathing.
"Sorry, we will start the procession soon. The chief man from religion ministry is ready." A female makeup artist, whom Lewis had hired to dress his future wife this time, poked her head through the door that was being pushed from outside.