Chapter 113: The Return of the Angel and the Resurrection of the Heart
The Philosophy of Loyalty and the Peak of Love: Gold within the Fire
Do you know the difference between true love and temporary love? Temporary love falls like a leaf in the first wind of autumn, but true love is like "gold"; no matter how much time and distance throw it into a deadly fire, when it emerges, its brilliance only increases. Waiting is not just killing time; it is the process of purifying the soul from all the mists, fogs, and doubts that the past created. When a person can lose themselves for the sake of the other's peace and live in silence, that is the peak of greatness and sacrifice. Rina did not just return; she taught us that love needs a deep breath after every suffocation. Life without Diari was a prison, but without Rina, it was death; now, the heartbeats are beginning to restart from zero.
A New Morning and the Angel's Preparation: The Dance of Fingers
That morning, the sun rose differently through Rina's window; its rays felt like a cosmic congratulation. Rina looked at her small calendar; 30 days, or we could say 720 hours of torture, had come to an end. She rose quickly, went to the mirror, and looked at the face that for a month had been accustomed only to tears.
She wore a dress of white and red; white like the purity of her love, and red like the wound within her heart. She styled her honey-colored hair like the waves of the sea. Rina looked at her reflection and said:
"Today is the day of resurrection... Diari, prepare to see the angel who wept in your dreams every night."
She placed that memento (the letter and the sign of loyalty) which she had written with her heart's blood during this month into her bag. But before leaving, she went to the kitchen. With unparalleled love, she began to prepare "Dolma"—the dish Diari always said "smells like your hands." With her delicate hands, she wrapped the leaves, whispering under her breath: "This is not just food; these are thousands of 'I love you's' hidden within these leaves. Every wrap is a new promise to your wounded heart."
Journey Toward the Wish and the Familiar Scent
With the sound of the golden bracelets on her wrists playing a melody of joy, Rina left the old house. Inside the taxi, the distance between her and Diari's house seemed as vast as the distance between the earth and the sky. She said: "Oh God... what is he doing now? Does he still have that small photo of me in his pocket?"
On the other side, at home, Elara was busy with a royal preparation. Diari looked at the table in confusion; Dolma, red fruits, ruby-colored juice... all these were signs that something great was on its way.
Elara told him: "My son, just go to the courtyard, breathe the air, and speak to the flowers."
Diari went to the flowers they had planted together. As he lowered his head, he recognized a scent... a scent that didn't belong to the flowers, it was the scent of Rina's breath that had arrived there before her.
The Moment of Reunion: When the World Stands Still
Suddenly, there was a sound at the door. Knock-knock-knock. Three knocks, each like an earthquake to Diari's heart.
Elara shouted: "Diari! My son, go open the door, we have a dear guest."
Diari walked with heavy, hopeless steps, thinking it was one of the neighbors. When he opened the door, his breath froze in his chest. Rina was there... like a living painting, in that white and red dress, with eyes shimmering like the sea within tears.
For a few seconds, Diari's body went numb; he thought his dreams had entered reality. Then he let out a cry of pain and joy and pulled Rina into his arms. An embrace where every bone in their bodies seemed to merge, as if he wanted to prove that this was flesh and blood, not mist and imagination.
Rina: (With bitter sobbing) "Diari... forgive me. I didn't mean to hurt you... I only wanted to leave as a sacrifice so you could be at peace, but I didn't know that loneliness is worse than war."
Diari: (Resting his head on Rina's neck, speaking through tears) "Be quiet... please don't leave again. This month for me was like a thousand years in a dark prison. You are my breath; how can a human live without breath?"
The Table of Loyalty and a Letter from the Depths of the Soul
Everyone gathered around the table, but Diari and Rina's eyes were fixed only on each other. Rina proudly placed the Dolma down, and Diari began to eat with passion, as if he were tasting life again. With every bite, he kissed Rina's hand and said: "This tastes like paradise."
After the meal, Rina pulled out her long, deep letter.
Rina: "Diari... these are all the moments in which I died and was born again. Read it so you may know what loyalty means to me."
Diari: "My light, do not worry. No more black shadows (not even Lina and her plans) can put a crack between us. I will build a fortress around this love that no one can reach."
Elias watched the two lovers from the corner of the room, wiping away tears of joy. The house was no longer four walls; it had become a temple for love and loyalty.
Written by: Dlin_myth