"You have hated her from the day she showed up to ruin your family, right? You hated me because I was her friend. You cried so hard when she killed your mother too. And now, you perished from this miserable world because of her. It's all her fault. It's all Tala's doing. She's right… I can't bring you back to life." Maki took a heavy sigh and formed his hand into a fist.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure that she will suffer more than you have gone through. I promise you, my Bai, my Yanar."
The summer had started, in the midst of April, Yanarym was resting in the duyan or hammock. It was tied to the large trees beside her cabin and was swaying slowly and the gentle breeze of summer air was hitting her face.
