491 SHE TRUSTS HER (1/2)

Hearing the knocked on the door, it didn't need another second before Senja dashed toward the source of the sound without even looking at the CCTV like she supposed to do.

Her heart thumping frantically as she could feel her hands shaking when she reached the doorknob.

She had been waiting this moment for three days since she returned.

Hence the moment she pulled the door opened and it revealed someone that she didn't expect she was shocked and flabbergasted, behind the door was her mother who looked at her with smiled on her worry expression.

”Senja.” Her mother stepped forward and hugged Senja who still looked like dumbfounded by her presence at this time. ”Lee called and told us that you are sick, because Mom nearby, so I come.” She kissed Senja hot forehead and wrinkled her perfects brows.

Senja was the exact copy of her mother, from her eyes to her body shaped until her long tresses hair, both of them loved to color their hair. Like now, her mother actually dyed her hair with an azure color. Despite Senja was slightly taller than her, her mother was the image of herself in more mature version.

”Let's go inside, have you ate?” Her mother closed the door and locked it, oblivious with Senja lack of reaction.

Her mother dragged her inside and started to put many things on the tabled, she had bought a meal for her and medicine on her way home. She told Senja that her father was in the other Country to check on something. There was client who were asking about a strange stone and willing to pay dearly.

However, Senja's mind was elsewhere and wasn't able to catch up with her mother line of questions and her long stories.

She kept checking the clock on the wall and looking at the door back and forth.

12.05 p.m

And grandma Riana still didn't come.

”Senja…” Her mother waved her hand in front of Senja. ”Do you feel hurt somewhere? Why are you spacing out?”

Senja stared at her mother and shook her head. ”… I am fine.”

”You are not looking fine for me…” Her mother crossed her arms. ”Tell me what is it? You act like this not because you are sick, but you are sick because you are thinking about something, right? Lee told me.”

Senja bit her lips.

”You will not believe me even if I tell you…” Senja pulled her legs and pressed them against her chest, defensive position when she felt skeptical.

”Well, try me.” Her mother leaned her back against the sofa arms, crossed her legs and hugged a sofa pillow, waiting for a good story as if she was a teenager who was facing an overly troubled peer.

”Mom… did you believe me if I say that I experienced a journey to the past era?” Senja asked her slowly and immediately felt stupid when she finished it. ”Never mind…” She waved her hand to dismiss their topic.

”No, no… tell me.” Her mother caught her hand and looked at her expectantly.

Senja didn't know why she couldn't talk about this to her brother, even with Sian, but she had a strange urge to tell her mother even though it was absurd to bring the topic about time traveling.

Probably, because it was a topic which involved a feeling that her brothers wouldn't understand from her point of view or it was because this topic was an object that only woman could understand, kind of heart to heart talk.

Somehow, Senja wanted to talk about this with her mother.

Thus, she started to narrate all the things that had happened to her, about grandma Riana, Yun and the war…

She was pouring down all of her feeling and at the time the topic has reached the last moment that she spent with Xiao Tianyao, her voice was only a mumble, as if she was talking to herself.

To be reminded of Xiao Tianyao's pale face and his blood that soaking on the blanket also the meaning of the sound of the horn… Senja wasn't able to continue.

She buried her face on her arms while the pain returned, it happened only three days ago and the feeling was still fresh in her memory.

At the beginning it was only a tear that fell on her hands, then a soft sobbing escaped from her trembling lips until it turned into a cry.

”Oh, my dear…” Her mother wrapped her arms around her daughter's body while peppering kisses on her head. ”Don't cry my dear…”

”I love him mom… I love him… I miss him…” Senja whimper, she lifted her head and hugged her mother as she felt the wound in her heart reopened.

The memory was flooding in her mind, as if she was watching Xiao Tianyao's frail image playing again in her head.

His weak voiced.

His cold skin.

The blood…

Senja was crying uncontrollably in her mother's shoulder, maybe it was a mother feeling that she felt, but her daughter heartbroken cry affected her greatly. She cried along with Senja, as though she had suffered and had gone through the same horrendous experiences.