STORY // I HATE BEING A WITCH || Episode 11

I was shocked by the fact that I did not know exactly what he was talking about and what was the focus of the conversation.

"Do not remember what I'm talking about here, what did he tell me to reach? Why do not I remember"

The floods of many questions filled with uncertainty made me feel deeper in my mind, the face slowly and enforced smile so Ashura could not overlook what I was thinking about.

Stori and other jokes persisted, but in the heart I was still shocking.

This walk made me so happy on that day. I can say that was one of the rare rare days of happiness in my life.

As an ordinary human I have a great need for having many happy days in life, but I was not given so, my happiness was a search for a flashlight in the dark.

Often when I was in the process, the heart was so tight, the only sarcasm was my friend and comforter in these difficult times.

It was better to cry bitterly than to continue to live with pain in the heart that has almost finished me.

We left with Ashura every one to his hometown, I could not see him again in the near future until I heard the reports of her husband's pain, I closed the trip to visit and give her a pole.

Mrs Ashura was a young, civilized, and humorous young man with whom he was familiar.

I think this was the reason why Ashura was happy in her marriage, although she disagrees with it and emphasizing her position as gentle and calmness for her husband is based on her craftsmanship to make her fit with what she wants.

Ashura has often been giving me the stories of her life in the early days of her marriage, and I often have to tell her husband that she was a traitor and a abuser than my husband, something that never had to happen in my mind and felt that he had been involved in it.

"Where did the hospital go?" I asked Ashura when I was talking about her condition.

To be continue...