Her death to my blood

Ek het jou lief

"Camellia  ! Where did you go ? I even complaint to the police.                                                                                     I told you not to go out .  Who is this young man ? "

" Hey young man ! Just keep yourself out of my daughter.  Go home . It was already too late ." My father shouted aJeamin.  " Daddy,  it was me who took him with me . He didn't do any thing . Dad please " , I pleaded.  Then Jeamin bowed his head for my father and left while saying " Ek het jou lief Camellia ". 

At that night my father shouted at me so angrily and fiercely for the first time in my life . I haven't seen him being this much angry.  " you can't go out with anybody " . At that night my father revealed a savage story  . "Listen to me carefully.  This city isn't what you seeing.  Do you Know that I am doing a research here , don't you ? It's about mentality of serial killer and this finall out put is to catch the criminal. He has multiple personality disorder . We don't know his age yet . The onliest thing we know is the criminal is a male . I didn't want to bring you here . But I had no choice  my child.  I do my best to protect you. This is for all of us . This is what can Iy for now . Please understand ,my child "          

What was going on here . Could Jeamin be a serial killer with multiple personality disorder.  " Holy God "  . This was so creepy.  My love just began to bloom and then who the hell this serial killer was . What could be the meaning of " Ek het jou lief " ?  I haven't heard it before even a once . I just cleaned myself and took a hot bath and put up a warm clothes And laied on the bed . I repeatedly memorized our dance and first kiss. I touched my lips while memorizing how his lips touched mine . I looked into my hand mirror for several time and smiled with it . No matter how much I really tried hard to fall sleep , I could not close my eyes.  My mind was soked with Jeamin' s soft kiss and touch . I just put my head under the cover . Then I felt some kind of uncomfortability under my back ." Oh ! Mama's diary  " . As I couldn't sleep I just started to read her diary.  I ran my fingers through the pages . And I was astonished to see this . There was a photograph. Who was this young man with my mother and father ? Wasn't this suside tree behind them ? Why were they wearing our school uniform?  Why was my mother so affectionate with this unknown person ? Who was this ? Were they friends ? If were they classmates by any chance,  they had lived here in  Malissa. Why did they lie to me ? They lied all over these years ." What is my connection with here ? Then what kind of a person is Jeamin?