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The Immaculate Love 26

"Yes, your son and Kanaya are still alive. Satisfied you," said Risa and immediately turned around to pass.

More than just being surprised, shocked, stunned, and either word is the right expression to describe Alarick's current expression after hearing what Risa revealed just now.

“Wait, Mbak!” Once again he held back Risa's steps. His pair of eyes were staring at the woman in front of him. “Why are you saying that my son is dead?”

“That's our right, Rick. Our rights as the Kanaya family,” said Risa in a relaxed tone without guilt or regret.

“But he's my flesh and blood, Ma'am. And I deserve to know,” replied Alarick in a deep tone. There was disappointment clearly on his face. But simultaneously there was a glimmer of light lingering in his eyes.

“Oya, when do you feel you have rights with Kanaya's child? You haven't forgotten ‘kan on what you and your family have done to Kanaya? Not yet amnesia ‘kan to remember everything?” sindir Risa with a thorny tone. And the sentence was successful in making Alarick silenced. Even all the despair that had been embedded, in the crumbling fall.

Risa immediately stepped away. And this time, Alarik already had no strength to resist Risa's steps anymore. The man simply looked at it with an elusive gaze.

His steps immediately swung out of the Pharmacy. The medicine he was looking for was also not found. Gegas Sherin following his steps. “we do not buy medicine, Mas?” ask Sherin slowly.

Alarick just nodded briefly and immediately got in his car again followed by Sherin. All the way home was quiet. Let alone words that can be interpreted, Alarik's facial expression, also does not show something that can be understood.

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“Mas, drink!” Sherin placed the glass filled with warm tea quietly on the side table of Alarick. It was seen that her husband only nodded faintly and then sank back into silence, in a long silence, and did not know when it would be finished.

Sherin took a slow breath, and slowly sat down next to Alarick, who had been turned into a statue for a while.

“Mas,” greet Sherin in her soft voice. For a moment the woman stared at the wall clock that had passed the midpoint before saying what it was about to say. “I don't want to ask you to tell me, because maybe I'm not the right container to hold all your complaints.” Sherin cut off his words for a moment to look at Alarick's face.

“Thank you, Sherin,” said Alarick after Sherin reached a point on his sentence of more than five minutes.

Sherin nodded, her hands outstretched rubbing Alarick's shoulders slowly. “I slept first yes, Mas,” said to Sherin. Not only because of sleepiness that can not be held, but because he realized, if Alarick does not need friends at this time. He just wants to be alone in silence.

“Yes, sleep. And ... I'm sorry,” pinta Alarick, I don't know what. And it seems Sherin doesn't have to ask either. Only he knew how much grief he had summed up in silence. It was as if he was brewing it into a drink that he stirred up every time. Sculpt tired in the heart.

Sherin nodded her head, sincerely apologizing. But he also doesn't quite understand what the reason is. Is it in the name of love, or because it wants to hunt for reward.

Before getting up from his seat, Sherin still had time to say, “There is one thing, Mas that you need to do now. Actually it's a very easy thing, but maybe you've forgotten.” as well

“What?”

“Praying. Pinta on the Powerful, whatever you want to happen. Only He, who is able to create something, which even you think is already impossible to happen.”

Alarick lowered his face, his soul feeling slapped with a sentence that Sherin said with a slash. How he had forgotten the great thing he should have done.

Sherin immediately went out, took her step into the room, and continued to head to the contest. One that becomes the goal now, fall. Although it may be difficult to achieve a comfortable sleep, but he also has to rest himself from all the burdens of the mind.

But before he laid his body on the bed, there felt a hand grabbing his waist from behind, and then carrying his body into an embrace.

Sherin was glued in silence. He knows who the owner of the head is now leaning on the niche of his neck. He knows who the owner of warm breath is now sweeping the skin of the nape. The woman immediately rubbed the back of Alarick's hand resting on his stomach.