A BETRAYAL!

Chapter 26

During the trip to the butiq belonging to Mrs Hesti who was there, they continued to discuss the work and the inauguration of the Resort which will be titled by Aron.

"At your engagement party, I'll announce that you're Dad's heir" said Mr. Darma.

"As far as Dad is concerned, I'll just run it as best I can" Mora replied gently.

Yes, during these 3 months Mr. Darma handed over all corporate duties to Mora, and the results are very satisfying even their company is growing rapidly.

Shortly after, their car arrived at the biggest butiq in the city of J.

"Let's go in Nak, later you guys try the clothes that Mama has made yes" said Mrs Nesti enthusiastically.

"Alright, Ma. I want my wedding dress later Mama designed it" Mora said with a smile.

"Thank God, little by little you can accept me, Mora" Wildan said happily.

The four of them then went inside, where they were greeted directly by Mama's right hand Mora.

"Welcome Madam, Mr. , Young lady, young master" said the employees.

"Thank you Ma'am" Mora replied kindly.

Mistress Hesti then told them to go back to work again, after which they were immediately taken to Mistress Hesti's own room.

"Make us a drink and take a small meal, Susi" Mrs Hesti told her men.

"In the meantime Madam" replied Susi obediently.

Then Lady Vesti opened the closet there, inside her already hanging beautifully long dress with a veil and a suit matching the dress.

"Ma, that's beautiful" Mora said to her mother.

"This is the dress you're going to wear tomorrow, baby. Do you like it?" ask Mrs Hesti.

"Like it, not too much but very classy" Mora replied with a compliment she said to her mother.

"Yes, just like you. It's simple, but you're a very expensive diamond" Wildan said sincerely.

Mora smiled with Wildan's words, even his cheeks were already blushing with embarrassment.

"And only a foolish man will throw you away, dear" said Mr. Darma softly.

"Thank you, you guys have become Mora's spirit when Mora really slumped" Mora said with a sad face.

"Whenever, wherever, we will always be there for you" replied Mr. Darma firmly.

"Let's try it first, baby" said Mrs Nesti to divert the conversation.

Then Mrs Hesti helped to put the dress on Mora in the dressing room.

While Wildan, he changed clothes in the other room.

"Oh my God, this is very beautiful dear" said Mistress Hesti with a happy sparkle.

"And this beauty Mama who created it through Mama's fingers" Mora replied with a smile.

The two of them then walked out of the dressing room, Mora lowered her head in embarrassment.

Mr. Darma, Wildan and Susi are made gaping with the beauty in front of him.

Mora stood with a very beautiful dress even though it was not too fitting, because that was his desire.

"Beautiful, beautiful" Wildan said with a small smile.

"Don't be long yes, let's change again dear" said Mrs Nesti chuckling.

They immediately woke up and laughed.

When finished, Mora and the others went straight to Afnan's jewelry store to pick up a ring from Wildan.

Even the Ring was designed directly by Afnan himself for his friend, Mora.

"Dad, can you tell me where my son's grave is?" ask Mora with a wistful.

Mr. Darma immediately looked at his teary-eyed Princess.

"Stop the car, Wil" said Mr. Darma.

Yeah, well, Wildan's got his car now and Hari's gone back to the hotel.

"Go with Wildan there, let the one who took the ring Father and Mama only" Mr. Darma told Mora.

"Father's men will deliver you, don't cry" he said softly.

Mora wiped his tears, and then nodded his head at his father.

"Go, it's Dad's men" said Mr. Darma by showing the right car in front of his car.

"Go, son" said Mrs Hesti.

Mora nods his head, he hugs his Mama for a bit and goes out of there along with Wildan.

And the one who replaced Wildan in the car was his man, Mr. Darma.

Wildan was eager to calm Mora down with a hug, he really did not have the heart with all this.

"Calm down" said Wildan softly.

Mora just replied with a nod, he felt he could not answer anything anymore.

Then they both got into the car, after which the driver immediately drove his car.

"*Mother is coming, baby" Mora's inner self stared at the street.

"Force Mother who is late to visit you yes, torment" Mora's mind returned with tears that have been tested again*.

Mora wiped his tears gently, but still the tears came out with his own.

"Mora, may I ask you something?" wildan asked with a look at Mora who was busy wiping away the tears.

"May" Mora replied with his hoarse voice.

Wildan gently rubbed the top of Mora's head, he really could not bear to see the woman he loved so much crying like this.

"Can we get married after 1 week of the inauguration?" wildan said with a sincere look and also pleaded.

"Bismillah" inner Mora.

"Can, I also want us to get married immediately so that there is no slander" Mora replied firmly.

Wildan immediately smiled happily, even unconsciously he hugged Mora tightly.

"Warm, Comfortable" Mora's inner eyes closed for a moment.

Ehh.

Wildan immediately let go of his embrace after realizing what he did wrong, as well as Mora he immediately turned his face wrong behavior.

"I'm sorry" Wildan said nervously.

"It's okay, Mas" replies to Mora who is just as nervous.

Until they arrived at the Widiatma family funeral.

"Master, Miss, let's get there" said Mr. Darma's men.

Mora took a deep breath and then slowly ejected, he then got out of the car that Wildan had opened.

Then they both entered the cemetery by following the steps of Mr. Darma's men.

Until they stopped in a small tomb with a headstone that read 'Mikael Putra Widiatma'.

"This is Miss Tomb of the Little Lord, and the Great Lord himself who gave her name" said the man.

After that, he said goodbye to waiting at the post with his partner.

Brucks.

Mora immediately sat down with tears that had flowed, he even let out his sobs.

"Assalamualaikum, son. Forgive Mother who just came here, Hiks" said Mora with a sobbing.

Even Mora to hold his chest because it felt very tight, the baby he always took care of with all his heart is now gone.

"Son, I'm sorry that Mother can't take care of you baby. Mother has been as much as possible to take care of you, but God loves you more" said Mora with sobs that continued to roar.

"Excuse Mother dear, Forgive Mother" muttered Mora.

Finally, that stifling cry broke out. The cry that Mora had endured, he could no longer bear the fact that the Son was dead.

Mora, always strengthening himself to quickly heal even he has strengthened his heart so as not to cry when to the tomb of his Son.

But what, he even hiccupped above the navel of his Son.

With a gentle gesture, Wildan brought Mora into his arms.

He doesn't care that Mora will go berserk or anything, which is important now that he calms Mora down with a warm hug.

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