129 Heal Me I Need You 2

(Kezia's POV)

Inside the company grand hall, a long platform was in the middle of the place. White lights, round tables for the guests were lining beside it. The place was filled with various flowers with nice smells. It brought brightness and calm scents to the hall. Later, I would notice the flowers which display beautifully in here, came from Sarah's company.

"You may now kiss the bride." The pastor told us. Daniel lowered his head and opened my bride veil. He looked at me with his slanted eyes and profound meaning. He was smiling, but I could see he wasn't genuine. I felt tingling inside when I saw his smile. I knew it was just for the sake of image only, but I felt nostalgic, It had been a while I didn't see it.

Both of our lips touched and I savored his soft, moistened lips, yet I should felt bliss right now.

Unfortunately, I didn't. My mind wasn't in the right condition to hear people were clapping their hands, teasing whistles from my employees, and bliss atmosphere.

I noticed my grandfather wasn't here. There was only Lucy Ginga and Sarah. I glanced at Sarah who was attending the ceremony with her husband, Han. She wore her flowery blue dress, white shoes, in contrast to her husband's black suit. As she circled her left hand to her husband right arm, she gave me her congratulation smile.

I felt an arrow piercing my heart. I didn't expect that she will come to my wedding ceremony. I thought she would avoid me after the awkward meeting a few days ago, plus how I acted smugly to her when I became the heiress for Ginga Corp. I was reminded of how I purposely didn't come to her wedding. I excused myself for not to see her, in reality, it was because I hate her. But right now, my feeling was confused.

I noticed my father or should I say, my foster father, wasn't attending my wedding. I knew why he didn't come, he was still in conversation with my mother. I didn't know what they were talking about, but I knew it was about me and my mother's past broken relationship between those two.

Four hours ago, my mother abruptly came to visit me when I prepared to wear my wedding dress. She told me she wanted to bid goodbye for me. She said she was sorry for all the selfishness she did back when I was a child. I found out she was leaving me because she didn't want me to suffer with her.

Not only me and Ranbo Ginga, but she also left her own family. Her family didn't mind it, because she was originally an adopted daughter. There was one secret she didn't tell me, but I discovered when reading her diary, my mother was raised by her family so she could be used for political marriage purposes only. When she told them about her divorced, naturally, she became useless.

Even though at that time she could remarry again and follow her family wishes, she rejected it. What man wanted to marry her in the state of depression like that? Besides, she had enough with her own family, treating her like stuff.

After she said goodbye to me, I was crying nonstop until my eyes red. It hurts so much how my irresponsible mother said like that to me. If that was her true wish, I would try to support her, but when she said she didn't want to see me again and blocking me to meet her, it was too much for me to handle.

How could she treat me like this? Why did she come to meet me now? I heard her reasons and I couldn't help myself to choke from it. It didn't satisfy me one bit. Just because I turned to an adult already she finally told all about this misconception now.

A few years ago when she told my foster father the truth about me and her true feelings. She made an agreement with him. Whether separation or continuing. Contrary to my mother expectation, he straightly chose the second option. He knew what the consequences from the second choices, he needed to treat me as his own daughter.

My mother had an assumption why he chose to continue, perhaps it was because of the family regulation force him to do and she thought his love wasn't genuine to her. What man could stand a child from the fruit of your own wife and another man? It was weird.

Although it was like that, she was half believing it. She actually considering to love him back and be a good wife to him. But, no matter what she told herself, she couldn't. She was still overthinking about his sincere attitude.

She tried to act nothing happen about her past relationship and live happily with me and Ranbo Ginga, yet it never succeeded.

Her mind never crossed the feeling of a family she imagined wanted to be. She wasn't elated as she hoped to be. She realized she needed to leave and free herself. Her lingering feeling about her former boyfriend never dissipated. She couldn't take it anymore.

It always haunting at her in the night. Her only way to forget about her former boyfriend was to stay awake. That was the sight when I glimpsed in her room when I was a child one time. She always looked at outside of the window while sobbing quietly. At that time, I foolishly believed it was all due to my father's faults, I resented him because of that. Now, when I heard her explanation. I didn't know how to react.

It was the same in her diary she wrote. I assumed the man in her note was Ranbo Ginga, now I realized she never did directly wrote his name. It was just a misunderstanding. It was just my own presumption. Even though the questions were answered one by one, I still have a lot of questions popped out in my mind.

Did he truly love my mother? Judging from my father's anger, pain expression, losing his control behavior whenever I mentioned about her, I had a hunch he loved her.

If he really did love her, how could she let me, a stranger child, to live with him? It didn't make any sense.

If he didn't mind it, how could I believe there was, in fact, a kind man like him? I knew how my mother described their crumbled relationship and his forcing acts in the last three years they had been together, but on second thought, wasn't it only from my mother's perspective? She never did hear his honest feelings about her back then.

Other questions started coming into my head like firecrackers, which I was curious about. But the important thing was his attitude to me. He knew the truth about me, yet he still let me live with the family. If his acts like that represent he cared, so why he always showed me his unpleasant face and hated aura? Why he was so against about me becoming the heiress?

My mother told me she left me with Ranbo Ginga's care because she knew he would take good care of me and be a good father. But, I didn't believe her, because at that time I could see it with my own eyes that he treated Sarah bias and me differently. Until now too, he pampered Sarah more than he did to me back I was still a child.

Now, I knew why he acted like that. It was because I'm not his real daughter.

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The wedding was over and guests went down to the parking lot to go home. I called Sarah who was trying to leave through the door entrance, I told her, "Thank you for coming." It was the first time I told her about my true feelings. I was surprised by myself from uttering those words.

Sarah gazed at me and nodded her head. She said, "I wish you once again, to have a happy marriage and long last relationship." She curved her lips and turn her gaze to look at Daniel who was behind me. She continued, "Brother-in-law, protect my sister well."

Daniel didn't say anything, he closed his eyes, and opened it again. He smiled slightly and said with his raspy voice, "I will."

Sarah left us with her husband and Lucy Ginga. After they were gone from my sight I quickly change the dress to my casual cream clothes, it was the same for Daniel who changed to gray T-shirts. We were heading to our car and out of the blue, Ranbo Ginga came to halt my steps. He was waiting in the lobby cafeteria with his gray suit.

He lifted his head and stared at my face. I noticed his expression was grim. 'Did he finish talking with mother?' I asked inwardly. I told Daniel to wait for me while I went to meet Ranbo Ginga who was standing not so far from us. Daniel nodded slightly and looked at my red eyes fixedly. I noticed his gaze and diverts my sight.

I strode my legs to my foster father's side, facing awkwardly him, I could see his complicated face, I heard him saying, "Kezia, I'm sorry." I thought I was hearing wrong, and face him with widened eyes.

I replied to him, "What's with this sudden apology?" I looked at him with slightly frowning. I asked him, "Did you meet my mother already? What did she tell you?"

He shook his head and spoke slowly, "I can't tell you whole, but we just cleared up some of our past relationships."

I hummed understanding, as I kept looking down. I told him straightforwardly, "I know I'm not your real daughter. Is this the reason you didn't want me to be the successor of Ginga Corp?" It was the question that kept bothering me all the time.

He shook and then nodded his head again and told her about his thoughts. But before that, we move to the nearby empty meeting room. We both sat down as he started to explained his unfinished words.

In truth, he didn't care about my origin. Although I wasn't his blood-related daughter, he still thought me a child who need father's love. When he heard that my real father died, his little heart wanted him to help me. For him, he already concluded me as his own daughter. But, it was all change when I showed my enmity to him, plus when I started working in Ginga Corp.

He observed my hidden malicious expression, whenever I saw him. I didn't know he paid attention to me so details. He began to feel hesitant to be near me. He loathed himself for becoming a coward, and also my mother for discarding me without thinking twice.

When I began handling my job in the company. He discerned the way I work with others and business partners. It didn't please him at all, after knowing my habits to threaten people. He was a man who believed in justice. Just like Sarah.

That was why he didn't acknowledge me as the new leader of the company. He was anxious I would bring future trouble from the enemy I accumulated all these years.

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After a long conversation with him. I couldn't describe my emotions very well. I felt bumbling facing him. He told me that grandfather didn't know about my truth. So, in the meantime, I would still be leading the company.

He told me, I could stay in the position if I could prove to himself the way I handle things must be changed. I neither agree nor disagree. I said to him, I would consider it. I didn't know what should I say at that point.

As I came back to the car, I went inside and looked at Daniel who was playing with his smartphone. His face was facing down while reading an article about plenty of girls were kidnapped in the city. It was the breaking news two months ago. But now, another victim was being taken as a hostage.

I reached my hand and took his phone from his hand. He turned his head and looked at my eyes with his poker face. I said to him as I drew closer to his head. He was prepared to avoid me. He thought I would kiss him when suddenly I leaned my head to his shoulder.

I told him without looking, "Can you hold me for a while?"

He looked down at my head, he asked monotonously, "What's wrong with you?"

With my shaky voice, bitting my lips, I asked him a favor, "I just want you to heal me, please, I need you." I held his hand and lock intertwined with his. After that, I stay silently on his broad shoulders. He also didn't say words, his body was rigid, but I could still feel his comfort.

At that moment, I was conceiving about what should I do from now on.