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Chapter 105 - THE CRYING WOMAN

I woke up in the middle of the night seeing a vision, it's a crying woman. She seemed so sad and weeping badly.

I, then, proceeded sleeping, then, I dreamed of her, a man from the house threw things below the ground, those are expensive canned goods. And the woman was below the ground, watching those goods thrown away by the man above the house.

The house was elevated a few distance away from the ground, and the man, a husband is standing above on the veranda of the house.

She wanted to gather those canned goods, but those are already broken and the others are destroyed on the surface, seeing the broken meat inside.

And she cried, "I liked those, I wanted those..."

But it's late already, for her those canned goods are precious and she wanted that, but they are all broken, destroyed and contaminated by the dirts on the ground.

It seemed I am only watching on her side, a few distance away from her left, unnoticed by her, like an invisible one.

Then, in another scene, I brought her two chubby sons in a safe place, but they're all heavy though they're in elementary grade only. I just accompanied them going somewhere.

After that, I woke up again, it's already near dawn.

I saw a vision again, still the same, she's crying, asking or praying to help her.

And I suddenly heard a song out of nowhere,

๐ŸŽต๐‘ท๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Œ๐’‚๐’• ๐’‚๐’๐’ˆ ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’๐’ˆ ๐’‘๐’‚๐’ˆ-๐’Š๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’ˆ. ๐‘ด๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐’‚๐’ ๐’•๐’‚๐’š๐’'๐’• ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’•๐’–๐’๐’–๐’๐’ˆ๐’‚๐’. ๐‘จ๐’• ๐’Œ๐’–๐’๐’ˆ ๐’•๐’‚๐’š๐’'๐’š ๐’ƒ๐’Š๐’ˆ๐’, ๐’‚๐’š ๐’‰๐’˜๐’‚๐’ˆ ๐’๐’Š๐’Ž๐’–๐’•๐’Š๐’ ๐’๐’‚ ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’š ๐‘ซ๐’Š๐’๐’” ๐’•๐’‚๐’š๐’๐’๐’ˆ ๐’๐’‚๐’ˆ๐’Ž๐’‚๐’Ž๐’‚๐’‰๐’‚๐’๐ŸŽต

I stood up and went down stairs, I wanted to write something on my phone. But a voice said,

"๐‘Š๐‘’'๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘‘๐‘ฆ ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ก ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘ก๐‘–๐‘š๐‘’. ๐ท๐‘œ๐‘›'๐‘ก ๐‘‘๐‘œ ๐‘–๐‘ก ๐‘ฆ๐‘’๐‘ก."

So, I realized I should go back to sleep first, and it's too early to start the day.

So I sleep again, dreaming of another scene, with a man, a Father in his old age wanted to avoid speaking to his wife.

I, then, woke up totally, the sun started to shine brightly, it's already Monday morning.

Then, the voices said, "๐‘พ๐’†'๐’“๐’† ๐’๐’๐’˜ ๐’“๐’†๐’‚๐’…๐’š..."

Before rising from bed, I opened my small, old bible and read a few lines, scanning randomly,

"๐‘‡๐‘’๐‘™๐‘™ ๐‘’๐‘ฃ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘›๐‘’ ๐‘Ž๐‘๐‘œ๐‘ข๐‘ก ๐‘š๐‘’."

"๐ด ๐‘ ๐‘’๐‘Ÿ๐‘ฃ๐‘Ž๐‘›๐‘ก ๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘›๐‘œ๐‘ก ๐‘”๐‘Ÿ๐‘’๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘› โ„Ž๐‘–๐‘  ๐‘š๐‘Ž๐‘ ๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘Ÿ. ๐‘‡โ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘š๐‘’ ๐‘๐‘’๐‘“๐‘œ๐‘Ÿ๐‘’ ๐‘กโ„Ž๐‘’๐‘ฆ โ„Ž๐‘Ž๐‘ก๐‘’๐‘‘ ๐‘ฆ๐‘œ๐‘ข."

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