Rhehan stepped inside the house, not giving the book another thought. His mind was only filled with the story he had just heard from his mother's mouth. He stepped inside the elevator, heading to his room. "Oh! God! I have a mother? I am not an orphan?! I also have a killer evil father. One god mother, one father like master and on top of it, I am a married man, who has a wife. Later, I get to know, my old man is also alive. Wow!! So much for complaining God, about being lonely. Now I have everybody around me, suddenly making me uncomfortable. It's so...so...hard to believe!" Rhehan banged his fist on the elevator's wall, feeling frustrated. He himself could not undersrand his emotions. Was he happy? or shocked? Or sad?
Rhehan quickly entered his room and stripped down all the dirty clothes. Both his knees were wrapped in bandages and suddenly he remembered the doctor's words of not getting the wound wet. "Oh! Damn! How do I clean myself up?"
