Chapter 11:

"… I will kill them. I won't ever pardon them. Never."

There was certifiably not a solitary star in the dark sky. Strolling gradually, Silje mumbled in torment, "Do they truly believe I will lose? He said he will test my karma? They better realize that this is the greatest misstep they have made. I will endure this evening. I will ensure. I won't kick the bucket here this way."

Silje kept on strolling, however her body was exceptionally near abandoning her.

Her body was frozen, and she wasn't feeling much for some time now. Her feet were numb, and she needed to utilize all that she needed to make them move.

Her wrist hurt. The draining wouldn't stop so it kept on trickling. To oppose her aggravation and outrage, Silje gripped her clench hands. She gritted her teeth to prevent herself from groaning.

"I will kill him. I won't ever pardon him, that charlatan!"

While draining and strolling, Silje looked forward the interminable void field canvassed in white snow.

'How could I arrive? Why? I was brought here as far as possible from a distant land called Korea… to this chilly frosty land? For what reason am I strolling on this frozen street while dying?'

She swore she could always remember this. She could never relinquish this aggravation.

She hauled her legs and kept on following the dull street. The wounds from today may gradually vanish, however the enthusiastic scars from today could never blur.

Not entirely set in stone to look for where she should have been. It was not her present house where she was never welcome, however where she could feel genuine warmth.

She won't ever surrender. Silje will generally instinctually go towards her actual home, any place it very well might be: a spot with a warm fire and, surprisingly, hotter and kinder individuals who really focused on her.

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"Hello! You're doing everything wrong! I let you know that is not the perfect place, but rather you continue to make it happen. To hang the casings, then, at that point, get everything done as well as possible. It should be straight. The shifted outlines make this store look chaotic and disorderly!"

"No, they aren't! The store looks fine."

The moderately aged man murmured and answered to the tanned lady with a piercing voice.

"Tran, this is my store. On the off chance that I couldn't actually have command over my own place, how could I try possessing it? I'm hungover from aquavit, so would you be able to simply ease off of me today?"

"How could you chug down such a solid beverage? It's your shortcoming. I will get you a few pain relievers so take a load off here. What's more, quit putting the nails on the divider, okay?"

"If it's not too much trouble, let me be. My head is beating. Blrrr! I feel like I will hurl."

All of a sudden, the entryway opened and Silje strolled in. Gasping vigorously, she strolled toward the two individuals. Silje was accustomed to seeing them contend.

At the point when Tran spotted Silje, she grinned energetically.

"Goodness! Silje, why are you here during this season of night?"

This cafeteria was thirty minutes from Silje's home. She worked parttime here on ends of the week and a few non-weekend days also, however never this late. Around evening time, the spot sold liquor and Silje, as a minor, couldn't work.

The two individuals checked her in shock out.

"Silje, accomplished something occur?"

The proprietor, Niels, was perched on a seat tediously when he pivoted. A tall man of more than 190 centimeters, he had his hands on his sanctuaries as though he were in torment.

"I drank an excessive amount of aquavit, Silje. My head is killing me, however Tran is making me fix the casings on the divider. Gosh, she is so irritating!"

"The casings aren't hung straight! How about we ask Silje. Wouldn't you say the shifted outlines on the divider look diverting to the clients? What is your take?"

"Goodness… That is… "

At the point when Silje genuinely couldn't reply, which was surprising for her, Niels was confounded.

"Silje, you don't look alright. On the off chance that you came here in light of the fact that you really want to utilize the washroom, go on. Gracious, I practically neglected. Last weekend, a blonde young lady came in and requested your name. Was that your companion? Goodness, I can't take this any longer. I really want to take a few pain relievers. My head is killing me."

"Goodness! I will get it for you from the kitchen. I think we have some crisis prescriptions there."

"Goodness… I don't have to utilize the washr… oom… I didn't come here for… washroom… "

At the point when Silje shook her head and keep on shaking with her pale face, Tran halted out of nowhere. She understood something was exceptionally off-base.

"You… will be you… "

Silje had her hand still in her jacket pocket. At the point when she tumbled forward, Tran raised her voice.

"You! Show me your hand now!"

At the point when Silje took a gander at her with her eyes augmented in dread, Tran immediately strolled towards her and snatched Silje's hand out from her pocket.

"Gyaaa!!!!"

Tran shouted when she saw Silje's ridiculous hand.

"Be that as it may, I'm fine at this point. On account of you, I am here at the emergency clinic. I'm okay."

"Is it true or not that you are insane? Have you flown off the handle? You're letting me know you truly will return home presently this way?"

"This isn't fine, Silje. Nobody would be fine on the off chance that they went through what you did this evening. I figure you ought to remain for the time being at the emergency clinic. I will make sense of everything for your folks."

At the point when Silje demanded returning home, Tran and Niels, who carried her to the emergency clinic, ended up being furious.

"This is the sort of thing that gets on the papers. On the off chance that your new parents keep on disregarding this issue, even after this evening, they won't pull off it this time! I won't let them! Don't you get it? This is obviously youngster misuse! This shouldn't occur!"

"No, similar to I recently said, I'm fine. Much obliged to you, Tran and Niels. On account of both of you, I sought the fundamental treatment. The cut is completely sewed up, so I ought to return home at this point. Furthermore… "

Her face was past pale. Silje couldn't quit shaking, however her eyes were dead quiet. Her voice was firm when she asked Niels, "Kindly don't tear down my new parents. Regardless of what, I am appreciative for them for raising me."

"… I can't completely accept that you actually feel as such."

Niels viewed at Silje in dissatisfaction as he proceeded, "Let me know who did this to you this evening. Do you have at least some idea what number of fastens you got a little while ago? You actually need to cover for those individuals you call your folks? Assuming you have that impression, I surmise there is no way around it, however it is reprehensible for them to disregard your aggravation and languishing. They are defeatists! Exactly what sort of individuals imagine nothing is occurring?"

"My new parents treat me compassionate."

At the point when Silje persevered in a temperamental however firm voice, Niels turned out to be tranquil. Tran, who was remaining close to them, opened her mouth.

"We are saying this since we are stressed over you, Silje. You were attacked by your schoolmates, so wouldn't you say we reserve the privilege to be worried for your wellbeing? You should concede that your new parents' way of behaving up until this point doesn't give us certainty that they mean well. Regardless of whether you return home currently like you needed to, we have no clue about what your new parents could do, right?"

Tran talked roughly, however Silje realized she had good intentions. Tran's displeasure came from her anxiety for Silje.

Silje took a full breath. Her wrist was done dying, however it was pulsating. She felt unwell and she realized she had a fever. In particular, she was unable to decline Tran and Niels' thoughtfulness.

"I know what you are talking about, Tran. Much obliged to you both, folks. Then, at that point, I will ask you for some help. Kindly return me to the cafeteria… "

At the point when Tran and Niels looked confounded, Silje made an honest effort to give them a grin and added, "I need to have hot chocolate prior to returning home. I figure it will assist me with feeling significantly improved."