(Author POV)
Tharakia got up from his bed and opened his bedroom window wide, letting the breeze in perfectly. Seven days had passed, it was enough for him to play with grief. at this time he will rise up and take his revenge.
His world is not okay, but the grudge in his heart still has to be resolved. She was still wearing her nightgown, her husband's coffin was closed tightly. Today also the funeral will be held.
Tharakia came out of his room and walked downstairs slowly, his eyes looking one by one the stairs with a flat gaze. When he saw the servants who were busy with their respective affairs. Tharakia was silent and passed them with his mouth locked tight, his eyes only gloomy at every corner of this large mansion.
Because Usually at this hour the whole Salvadoran family will have breakfast together, and her husband will always be most excited when he can eat together in the morning. But today? There is only a void that greets the morning Tharakia.
