His eyes gave me the glimmer of light he used to give. However, his gaze began to dim. He endured the pain of his badly injured stomach.
My eyes were watering withstand the pain that shook my body to the spine.
Two men were holding blows that were already covered in blood. I believed they were the ones who tormented Barra.
"No, please no!" My screams sounded so raw as the two men swung their punches again, making Barra vomited blood.
Jake and Ronald endured their tantrums, trying to untie the binding ropes, sadly no one was able to. The ropes was so strong.
Haytham walked closer to me then lifted my chin up, "Take a look." He smiled, "How do you feel when you see someone you love getting hurt?"
I really didn't know what that means. His eyes reddened, he raised my face so I could stare into his sharp eyes.
I tried to read his expression. He got hurt. It was clear tha
He laughed darkly as I was just telling him a joke. "I'm not joking!" I insisted.He laughed again at my second statement, "I'm not lying!" I tried on assuring him, "I'm your best friend.""You're dreaming too high to be my best friend Jazzlin. I think you're out of your mind."Did I do something wrong with telling him this secret? Though I thought he would believe it.I thought hard about what evidence I could show him until I found something that would make him to believe in me, "You will believe me if you can see my signature. You know clearly your friend's signature and written form right?" I challenged him.Great idea, right? No one in the world would have the same handwriting and signature style. It would be easier to convince him.He looked surprised to hear me but for a moment he smirked, "Let's just see." He looked at the other men, "Ron, get me a pen with a blank paper." H
Flashback to years ago."Jazzlin, wake up." I heard someone's calling me. I looked up and Barra sat in front of me, smiling.Wait a minute, didn't I just get shot? I looked at my body, I was fine, no wounds hurting me."What's wrong?" Barra asked again. He looked different from what I had ever seen. He looked younger. This was what he looked like when he was a teenager. I saw us sitting in a cafe. Our table was filled with textbooks."No problem." I answered slowly, I thought I was reborn but back to the previous year. Wait, what year was this? I dig into each of my pockets to find a phone."Are you looking for this?" He showed me a flip phone. I nodded quickly and wanted to take it, but quickly he pulled back his hand."Sadly, you have to study first." He pointed to the book in front of me. I saw the book in front of me, it was an economics lesson."I
Ethan Sanders. This man had adopted me from the orphanage. He was a middle-aged man who was thinking that he was not capable enough to continue his business.From what I knew, he didn't have an only son to inherit his fortune, so he decided to adopt me.He was a man who was very determined and made the best of his spare time. He would not let any time slip from his grasp other than to make coffers of money.I just did what he wanted me to do. Since morning I'd been busy with all my bussiness matters, then came home from my office, I continued with additional lessons and after that, I took a course with my foster father about the world of business.I really hadn't mastered about business properly.Comparing to when I was lived in the orphanage with my new home was quite different. I felt depressed here, but what else I could do? Maybe it was what I should do for my future.I didn't r
The crowd filled the scene while I sat down with Alia instead. I was so worried but I didn't even dare to look at Janielle. I was scared like a puppy.Clarissa tried to calm Alia, who was shaking incessantly. I kept praying until I decided to accompany Janielle to the hospital. I had to see what kind of condition she was.Her condition was so bad. Blood had already covered half of her face, her head was badly injured. Doctor and nurses immediately helped as much as they could.I cried in front of the room trying to enter. I just wanted to hug her just one more time. I kept on crying while trying to break down the door where she was trying to between life and death.All I could do just praying to God.My heart felt empty just as the doctor came out with a stunned expression, bringing us news that we never wanted it to be told."She has gone."It felt like my world ca
Continuation of IN COMA pt. 1Days passed until our exam day arrived. Barra was getting better enough, although sometimes he still had trouble walking because of the pain.The man surprised me over and over again with all the willingness he made for Jazzlin. Luckily that woman had it, but now he hated me.The exam was hard for me, but Jazzlin did it easily like it was piece of cake.My days were busy with studying and avoiding every party which actually tempted my soul to go there. The soul controlled by real Jazzlin but I could feel it.Barra and I spent our time studying together. He often stayed in my room. I was the one who always hugged him when nightmares about his mother came.The figure of a mother was indeed the most important part of his life.His mother's departure completely destroyed him. I promised myself to never leave him alone until I stop bre
I continued to walking until I woke up while the sun shone brightly. In front of me was a table that I had been using to lean my head. It looked like Jazzlin fell asleep.On the table there was a calendar which immediately caught my attention.It was 2005 and the ink circles right on the date when my accident happened. I wondered what Jazzlin did until her car hit me.Someone's crying voice was heard, averted my gaze.I started walking closer to it, but I didn't aim to get close to the voice. Right behind the wall of the room where the sound of crying was heard, I stopped.Rose Ozza was crying alone in there. I closed my eyes. Again, it wasn't me who moved the body but the real Jazzlin.The cause of her sadness was none other than Jeremy Ozza. That man became someone Jazzlin hated the most after what he did to this family.Rose Ozza was just as frustrated after her
"Finally you woke up." I held my armpit which was felt sore, I noticed a bandage had closed the wound tightly. My eyes turned to someone who was sitting next to me.It was Haytham sat next to me. His eyes like silver lightning when I staring at them.“Where am I?” I looked around and only found him by my side."No need to panic like that. I have no intention of hurting you anyway." His voice was hoarse.Thanks for the information."That's not the answer to my question.""Look, I know you just woke up but what you said before was enough to make me dizzy."I knew what he meant. My statement before, "I thought I heard you say you believed me." I snorted softly."I believe you." He swiftly held my hold, "It's just that it doesn't make sense." His eyes searched every direction but never found mine."I don't even know how this happened. B
"Don't tell me you made this for me?"He smiled as he nodded.Wow, sometimes I forgot this man by my side loved me so much. He kept his promise even after I died."I memorize that day very well. I told you that I'm tired of living in a room with the others."He nodded, "Not only bored but you also said one of them likes to snore.""You remember it." I chuckled."I'm sorry I couldn't take good care of you. You left because I couldn't do anything and now you are hurting because of my mistake." His face hardened.I lifted his chin with my finger, "Don't say that." His words made me miss someone. The first time I woke up in Jazzlin's body, Barra said the same regret, "Shall we come down to eat?" I tried to break the tension.His face showed a smile and then he carried me."Hey, my leg isn't hurt." I reminded him that it was not my leg t
Years later...The wedding vows that had been taken, would always be the binding between us. We had built a prosperous and peaceful family together during our ten years of marriage.I am grateful to have two children, Adrian and Skylar.Adrian Ainsley, aged nine, had become an older brother who loves his younger sister, Skylar. He really became a big brother for her.His face is not the same bit as mine, but with his father. Sometimes I got annoyed by comments from people who never realized my resemblance to him.They often said that none of my children look like me. Even my lovely baby, Skylar. She's 99 percent like her father, only different genders."Look mom, I have a new word to tell you." Adrian came over to me with his favorite basketball between his right arm.I don't know where his hobbies come from, but he really likes playing basketball. Barra and I don't
He doesn't understand!He doesn't get it at all!My thoughts about marriage had changed. If I used to think of a beautiful wedding like in the world of fairy tale, now I wasn't thinking the same anymore. I became to think differently. I was terrified just thinking about marriage.Especially after clearly knowing the details of what happened in past. My own parents' marriage did not go smoothly.It was so toxic and full of cruel twists. Rose Ozza, my mother, or Yolanda may be strong in facing their ordeal, but it was different for me. I got fragile easily and now I scared so much.I was afraid that Barra would leave me for a better and worthy one. I got so fed up just thinking about other women had the edge over me.I'm a woman and of course, wanting the same thing all women wants, to get married.A sacred event that I wanted to happen once in my life and with the ri
All problems had found a bright spot. Then what now?Haytham and Alia had returned to their mansion and living their lives as before.I gave Ronald and Elsa a day off as a token of gratitude for helping me all this time, while Jake ... that guy was busy running his single life by becoming a player. He dated different women every week, I didn't even know their names.As for Jazzlin, I asked her to stay with me, in the mansion. Everything felt lonely when she was not there, around me. So, we decided to stay together from now on.I looked at her whole face. She looked innocent with her eyes closed. I pushed aside the strands of hair when it covered her face, then looked at her again.A smile appeared on my face, imagining how lucky I was to finally with her again.I put my head on the pillow, tilted my face closer to her.Her breath blew to me as her hand was right in
"Principessa?" Barra's voice assured me that I'm still alive.I was so limp as I opened my eyes. My hand had its way to my face. I shut my mouth closed while I yawned."Glad to see you wake up again." His words made me chuckle."Hmmm, you're still waiting for me? I thought Moorah already stole you from me."His face frowned when I mentioned Moorah's name, "I'm just kidding." I laughed out loud, "Besides, I know who you love. That person is me and not another woman."He gave me his best smile, "Oh yeah?" His finger poked my nose."Auch! Stop it." I tried to reach his finger. The more I couldn't get it, the more he kept teasing me. He kept poking my nose, every time I tried to stop him.He chuckled, "I win and you lose." He told me then showing me his thumbs down."I hate you." Hearing my answer, he moved closer to me. He pulled the strands of my hair
It was like dejavu. I brought her back to my mansion. It was like the old time, I sat waiting for her to wake up.The last time she was unconscious was because she attempted suicide. I didn't realize she'd woken up again, but with someone else's spirit, Janielle.Now she was unconscious again, and I gripped her soft hand with hope filled my heart.The doctor said she was just passed out, but it had been hours and she hadn't opened her beautiful eyes yet.I remembered how terrified I got when I was told that she was unconscious because she had tried to kill herself.At that time the feeling of regret got me. I wasn't there when she needed me. Then now, I was by her side and still couldn't take care of her.(Flashback to chapter one from Barra's point of view)It had been a long time since I met my old friend, Jazzlin Ozza. The news about the woman was circulating in
I had to tell my truth to Jazzlin's father, so he would forgive his daughter. He used to love her so much, but because of this ... everything had changed.Haytham insisted on joining us to Jeremy Ozza's penthouse, even though at first Barra didn't want him there. They both tried to dominate each other, but they just ended up falling in a cold war for a moment.When I was right in front of the penthouse, my palms got cold. I rubbed my itchy eyes then prepared myself once more.I was so restless and it really made me want to pee. Before the others got inside, I had already rushed in there to find a restroom.I went into one of the restrooms and immediately peed. The sound of footsteps made me stop my next action."Jazzlin, are you in there?"My lips pouted when I noticed it was Moorah.For God's sake, I don't like her so why does she keep walking around in my life ?
Now we were at The Ozza's penthouse. Her mother and her father were now sitting at the living room, ready to hear the story from Jazzlin. As for me and Haytham, we were just watching them.It was Ozza family business, so only Jazzlin could explain everything from the start. I had no right to interfere.I could clearly see Jeremy Ozza's discomfort. Naturally, because it had been a long time since he had sat across from his old family. Rose Ozza and of course her first daughter, Jazzlin Ozza.It was such a conquering sight. They got a little awkward, but still trying to get along.I leaned towards the door, I just looked at them from here while Haytham was silent with his own thoughts. I never thought I would be with him here, standing next to each other.Maybe if Janielle wasn't reborn, we would still be enemies."Looks like we have to wait for them outside." Haytham said then walked
Two months had passed, I knew it, because every day I was busy counting the days. I wanted all this suffering to stop. My only hope was for a good days to come.And from a distance I kept praying for him.Days passed, did Barra miss me like every day I was thinking about him? It so cold when there wasn't his touch. My body ached for him.Even though Haytham was always with me, I still couldn't deny that he couldn't give me the feeling and flying butterflies that Barra gave me.It was not Haytham I wanted, then why does fate keep bringing me back to him when my heart has stopped elsewhere?A few days ago, I went to sleep and had a dream, a very strange dream.In that dream I met the real Jazzlin. She told me that it was her destiny to let my life live in her body, as a retribution for what she had done.Her face was happier than when her soul was still alive. She lef
Two months passed without her as I kept myself busy again as before. I intended to move back to my father's place to calm my mind, but business affairs always preventing me from leaving.People kept saying that my attitude turned cold after her departure from my life. I didn't care what all the media said or even calling me like that.They didn't know how messed up I was even though two months had passed. All her memories left behind all deep wounds that had no cure.I was still thinking about her, but I got so much pride after my words. I got it, she wasn't my Jazzlin but, her character and the way she cared so much about me, making me believe even she was a stranger... she truly loved me.I told myself eyertime that I hate her but, I couldn't. My feet always wanted to find her and my arms always missing the warmth of her body.Every day felt the same, there was no change whatsoever. Only meetings,