it's been 12 years since my husband left, our children have grown up, and become useful people in this world.
Asha became the principal of a famous school in this city, while Nasya followed in my footsteps as a branch director of my company. I am proud to see them fly freely in this world.
I just want my husband here, to see our condition. I started to miss him, after 2 years of his departure, I miss him every day, we always visit his room.
Even though there was only a bed, a wardrobe and a desk.
On the wall were his 2 favorite shotguns, and 7 photos, we smiled at the photos and expressed our longing for the person in the photos.
But my daughters miss him as much as I do, every night I cry in his room, just for him to come back here. People ask me where he is, even Richard and Louis.
I told them, they scolded me, and I accepted it. they were willing to make a list of missing persons, all over the country. I also met Mr. Maihti, who had employed my husband. he helped me look for him, I also met his daughter.
I was surprised that this child really looks like Rithya, her name is also similar. I finally understand his feelings, forgive me my husband.
our efforts were fruitless for more than 10 years. i now truly regret it. i had reached the top of the conglomerate, but it all felt empty without my husband by my side.
Many horny men tried to flirt with me, I chased them away, and told them that I was married. But many also wanted to try to get me as their trophy, I was fed up and called Richard and Louis, they were immediately arrested, of course Louis got a big promotion because of this. finally the rank of the two men was equal.
I didn't want to try any new dicks or feel horny by those baboons, I only gave my pussy to my husband. A lot of people wanted to give drugs and stuff, but it was useless. it seemed like my body was strong against it. even the highest dose, my body just considered it fresh water.
I kept waiting for him and waiting for him until he came home.
I took care of his gun, told him everything that happened over the past 12 years. Every time I finished, I cried.
"Come back Raylo, I'm sorry, please come back"
"I miss you, I still love you"
"I beg you, come back with us here"
"I don't want to be lonely here, We don't want to be lonely here, please come back"
I kept crying and calling his name
"Mom stop crying, Asha is sad too" Asha hugged me and Nasya also hugged me.
"Dad will definitely come home mom, we just have to wait, we promised" Of course my daughter, you both promised him. you promised him to take care of me, I stroked their heads and cried together again.
We enjoyed the days with empty hearts, without him. I continued to be sad to see this.
I continued my duties as a mother, and my obligation to provide for my two daughters. I still saved the money Raylo gave me for our old age and my children's investments.
I'm grateful that he still thinks of us in the long run despite his insolent behavior, it makes me laugh to remember him.
For some reason on this day, the house feels strange. it's like someone came in but there's no one there. I feel like he's back.
I checked his room, it was empty and no one was there. I sighed and slept in his room, Asha and Nasya slept with me in his room.
we woke up to see our bodies covered in blankets, and smelled delicious food. we ran to the kitchen and saw someone sitting there.
Someone we waited for, someone we missed, someone we loved, someone who kept his promise, someone who lit up this world.
"I'm home"
With just his voice my world was bright again.