Patience|| halal KTH/JKff

●𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑 # 20

              20 years Ago: The Past

Meanwhile, a man threw a 5-year-old child into a dark room.

“No, uncle, don’t do this to me. I’m afraid of the dark. I want to go to my Eomma... Eomma...” The boy was crying hard.

“You won’t go anywhere,” the man said coldly. “You’ll stay here. Your mother and I are going to London forever. You’ll stay here in Korea.” He threw the child away angrily.

“Ahnn...” The child yelped as he hit the ground hard.

After that, the man closed the door, leaving the little boy alone in the dark.

“No, please... Eomma... Eomma, open the door! Open the door, please! Uncle, uncle... open, open... please, someone open the door... Eomaaaa!” he cried, banging on the door in fear. But no one heard him.

This little boy was none other than Rehan.

“Uncle, it’s dark in here, please... open the door...” he sobbed loudly, screaming.

Rehan was so terrified that he eventually passed out.

When he opened his eyes in the morning, he saw the door open. He quickly ran out of the room and saw his Eomma and uncle, both ready to leave for London.

“Eomma, no, you can’t do this to me. Eomma, don’t leave me!” he cried, running to her.

“You again?” His uncle tried to catch him, but Rehan dodged him and clung to his Eomma.

“Eomma, why are you leaving me?” he sobbed.

“Don’t call me Eomma. I am not your mother.” The woman snatched him away and pushed him aside.

“You’re from your father’s first wife, not from me. But he died and left you here. I’m not responsible for you,” she said coldly.

“Let’s go,” she ordered as she sat in the car with the man.

“No, Eomma, I am your son. Eomma, please stop!” Rehan cried as the car drove off, leaving him running after them, screaming.

“Eomaaaa... Eomma, don’t leave me... Eomma...” he screamed.

But as he ran, his foot got caught on something, and he fell badly.

“Eomma...” he cried, rolling in the dirt, but they were gone.

For some time, he wandered the streets, crying.

“I’m hungry,” he murmured, asking people for food, but no one paid any attention to him. After hours of pain, he sat down at a bus station, weak and tired.

Rehan looked around, hoping someone would notice him, ask him why he was there, or where his home was, but no one cared.

He sat there from morning till evening when an old man and a seven-year-old child came to him.

“Son, why are you sitting here?” the old man asked gently.

Rehan looked up at him, his eyes full of tears.

“Son, where is your house? What happened to you?”

“I have no home. Everyone has left me. No one loves me...” Rehan said, his voice breaking.

“So, will you come home with us and be my brother?” the seven-year-old child asked, seeing Rehan’s sad state.

Hearing the boy’s words, a small smile appeared on Rehan’s face.

The old man looked at him and asked, “Will you come with us?”

“Yes,” Rehan said quietly.

“Come, from today you are my son, and this is your brother Akbar Shah. From now on, you’ll be known as Rehan Shah.”