His soul

When Gina walked away from Julian, she saw the confused expression of her father, who was seen looking for her who had just given her mother's letter and pendant that her father had given her when they married first.

"Let's start this game," Gina said softly with a smile when she saw her father's face for the last time before leaving the party.

Gina was really fed up in that place, the guests who attended the party did not reflect their social status and Gina did not want to let go if she saw such harassment being carried out continuously in front of her eyes. By enduring the pain Gina took off the long white shirt she was wearing, luckily Gina wore a black T-shirt so she didn't have any trouble finding a change for her clothes that were torn and dirty with blood and dirt.

By pulling her hair, Gina then got on her motorbike which she hid not far from Sanders' residence, the sound of the motorbike was heard loudly as Gina spurred her big motorbike into the middle of the road leaving the Sanders residence which was still very busy and lively.

A man who was sitting in a black car raised an eyebrow when he heard the sound of the motorbike quite loudly not far from where he was, when he was about to open his mouth to give orders to his men to find out who the motorcyclist was bothering him suddenly he was stunned. when he saw the noisy motorbike passing before his eyes.

"A girl," the man muttered back when he saw Gina cross before his eyes.

Long hair, a slender body that formed a beautiful silhouette made the man in the car believe that the person who had just ridden the motorbike in front of him was a girl. Unconsciously a smile appeared on the handsome man's face before finally his beautiful smile could not be seen again because his car was covered in glass which was already driving at high speed across the highway.

***

London, February 14, 2020

Sandra Garcia's....

Deg.

All the bones in Julian Sanders' body crumbled when he read the piece of paper in his hand, he was unable to continue reading the photocopy of the death certificate of Sandra Gracia, the woman he loved so much. Instantly his tears flowed profusely when he remembered Sandra, a very kind and friendly woman. Without thinking, Julian got out of his room and rushed to the basement. When he got to the basement, Julian immediately got into his car and drove at high speed leaving his house which was still busy with guests who had not returned home.

Along the way to the British embassy, ​​Julian kept praying, hoping that the death certificate he was holding was a fake. He continued to hope that Sandra was still healthy and well in London, Julian was driving his car at high speed. There were countless cars honking to warn him not to be reckless, while on his way Julian called one of his friends who worked at the embassy office to come to the office immediately.

"Fuck you Julian, do you know what day and what time it is?" A man in casual clothes immediately cursed Julian Sanders, who had just gotten out of his car in front of the British embassy.

"I don't have time to argue with you Patrick, now come on in. I need your help fixing something in London," said Julian hoarsely with swollen eyes.

The man called Patrick was surprised when he saw Julian's face. "Are you crying, Julian?"

"Patrick, come on. I don't have much time," said Julian again.

The man named Patrick then climbed the stairs to his closed office, but because he was one of the important staff in both of them Patrick had easier access. After passing through four security checks on guard, Patrick led Julian to his room, all the way to his room. Patrick did not speak. As someone who has known Julian for a long time, he knows that his friend is not in a good condition.

"Ok, what do you want ..."

"Check the authenticity of this letter." Julian immediately interrupted Patrik's words while handing over Sandra's death certificate.

"Ck you, really can't wait until .."

Patrik's speech stopped when he read the paper which turned out to be the death certificate of Sandra Garcia, Julian Sanders' first wife, his best friend. As a friend, Patrick knew how much Julian loved Sandra, so he stopped talking and went straight to work to determine whether the death certificate was true or false.

Patrick's hands become cold when he learns the truth of the death certificate that Julian had given him.

"How is Patrick? The letter is fake, right? Sandra is fine, right? The Sandra Garcia referred to in this letter is not my wife, is it?" Julian immediately asked Patrick a lot of questions after Patrick finished talking to someone on the phone.

Patrick took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Julian. I'm sorry, this letter is genuine. Sandra died on February 14, 2020 due to lung disease."

Bruk

Julian immediately fell on the floor, his chest felt crushed by a large rock. So tight and sick, suddenly the image of his good times with Sandra 19 years ago spun again in his memory. Sandra's beautiful smile and her beautiful voice all spun again in Julian's memory, Julian's chest tightened when he remembered the fruit of his love for Sandra. His little daughter was his flesh and blood, Georgina whom he had never touched since birth.

"Sandraaaaa ... why are you leaving so soon Sandra !!! Sandraaa ...."

Julian could not finish his scream when suddenly unconscious, a feeling of guilt that was so great that Julian could not endure the excruciating pain.

Continued