BID FOR REVENGE

"Daughter … your fate is very unfortunate. I believe, even if someone who has died can rise from the grave, your father will rise to free you from this these," murmured Mrs. Wany.

Ritika is silent. If only he could pick and choose, he didn't want his father to know about what he was going through in the world. Let it be enough for him to bear the pain and the burden of suffering and being oppressed. Because he didn't want his father there to feel uneasy and uneasy. If indeed his father was there, his father was free and calm… because, all he knew so far was that his father was a good person in his first life.

"Son! You are very similar to my daughter who died six months ago. Her name is Claudia Oberoi. Honestly, seeing you just now, I was very surprised," said Mrs. Wani again. Because, all this time, he found Ritika just silent and did not react.

Hearing this, Ritika suddenly looked up at the face of the woman who was over forty years old. 'Is this, what made the people who took care of me look so weird?' Ritika thought.

"I can help you avenge your mother and stepbrother, son. Are you willing?" asked Mrs. Wani. Making an offer with a very convincing look.

"Revenge? I don't want to. Just let the laws of nature pay for their crimes. I'm sure, with revenge I will not be able to. Maybe I will feel very satisfied at that moment when I see them fall and cry in front of me. But, it's only temporary. In the future, if they will rise and get the help of others, this heart will feel hate and will not accept it.

Finally, there will be an attitude that only wants to continue to hurt and destroy their happiness. no… I choose to live a quiet life," answered Ritika.

"Why?" asked Mrs. Wani gently. Also, showing a shady look.

"Because I realized. With the limitations I have, I won't be able to fight them until they fall. They aren't strong. But, with the money they have, it will be very easy to fight back and provide a more severe counterattack. than I do for sure."

"I will help you until the end. On one condition, you start now, be my daughter. You are no longer the poor orphan Ritika. But, you are Claudia the daughter of mistress Wany."

"Wh… I… how can that be? Even though they are similar, there must also be differences, right? Is it not from the character, the characteristics of the language he uses, and so on?"

"For that, you can practice. My daughter is five years older than you. You can use those five years to learn the ins and outs of princesses and get to know anyone my daughter knows. That way, everything is easy."

"Yes… indeed it is possible and easy to take revenge. But, once my revenge is achieved, what should I do? I will be confused about my own identity."

"Son!" Mrs. Wani lifts Ritika's chin and faces her. "I have no other child besides Claudia. If you replace her who has died…then you will forever be her. Just let Ritika die that night and you forget and throw away your past. Aren't you no longer around? who loves you?

Besides, you don't want your father and mother's spirits there to be restless, do you?"

Ritika is still confused about what to do. He knew that revenge for any reason could not be justified. Everything is wrong and can't be. But, so far… he had never seen a single such thing as justice in this world. In his life too much with people who cheat and justify any means for their ends.

However, what Madam Wani said is also true. What would happen if his parents found out and couldn't do anything about it? They will regret it.

"Death is just a transfer of nature. Only the body is damaged and can't be used. But, not with the spirit. The spirits of your parents will still be by your side guarding and watching you. It's just that you are unable to see and feel their presence.

So, whatever. You better reconsider my offer. Now, I'm going, and you're here, think carefully." Immediately Mrs. Wani left the room. After her feet hit the doorway, the middle-aged woman stopped her steps and turned to Ritika, and said, "Remember, Ritika! That opportunity will not come twice. So don't be sorry."

****

Molly had been going back and forth to and fro ever since. Meanwhile, Sisca, who was sitting at her study table while doing her homework, started to feel sick and lost her concentration because her mother kept playing like a gangster in front of her.

At first, Sisca could still be silent. But now it seems he can't take it anymore. "Mama!" snapped Sisca.

Molly suddenly stopped walking and looked at her daughter who had just gasped when she called out to her.

"Why, Sisca?" he asked. Yes, it's surprising. He didn't feel he had done anything wrong but was instead yelled at by the only daughter he had raised alone with such difficulty.

"Why are you just playing around? You don't have a headache, what? I just saw that I was already so dizzy that I couldn't concentrate. I have a lot of work, Mama!"

"Yes, if there are many, why don't you do it right away?" Molly asked no less excitedly.

"How can I do it if my mom keeps going back and forth and ruining my concentration like that?" Sisca asked again.

"Haaah! It's troublesome for you to be a person? You don't know what, this mother is also very dizzy thinking about the four men. Can you not do your job well?" Molly replied, annoyed.

"Ouch, Mama… that logic was used. How could the four men be defeated by Ritika who was already weak and powerless earlier? She couldn't even wipe her tears. She was already weak and dying after four days and four nights of not being fed At the very least, two people had just been raped and he had already died of exhaustion."

"Yeah, too, huh? Why haven't you thought about it since then?" Molly muttered.

"Okay, now mama shut up and calm down. Let the four thugs have fun with their toys. Don't be disturbed. It will only spoil their mood and heavenly enjoyment."

Molly finally sat down and confirmed what her daughter had said. But, for some reason, despite that, he still felt anxious and uncomfortable with his feelings. Like something just wasn't right.