Asmara Anastasia

Is this Destiny?

Time keeps turning. Anastasya is now used to living her days without expecting to get more attention from her husband. Arka is busy with the company, as well as Anastasya who is now also busy with the flower shop business he built a few months ago. Although more precisely Arka who deliberately bought the two-story shophouse, then transformed into a flower shop.

Arka is not a romantic man, but every wife likes something, then the man will move quickly to realize.

A weekend spent enjoying a cup of tea in the family room, Anastasya had expressed his desire to have a flower shop that he could use to fill free time while making money.

Arka just nodded her head and did not respond much to speech. But the man's brain worked fast. Through Sam, he ordered to find a shophouse whose position was strategic enough to be used as a place of business.

In just a few hours Sam gave a report if he had found the building that Arka wanted. Now just a step away, the building will even be his.

Anastasya. He was speechless when Arka brought him to a two-story building which Arka said was a gift the man had given him. A gift for what? His birthday was also missed.

"You like it?"

Anastasya nodded enthusiastically. Moreover, the entire room is deliberately painted in pink in accordance with its favorite color. And other furniture. Arka even secretly knows that his wife likes pink.

"Very." Without cue, spontaneously Anastasya clenched the body of Arka tightly as an overflow of happiness. "Thank you. You know so much about whatever I want" the girl continued.

Arka jerks. His eyes were rounded for a moment. Surprised to get a sudden hug from his wife.

The man resigned. Honestly want to release the embrace but the tight hold that Anastasya gave made the man unable to move.

"Yes." Yeah."

Arka actually returned Anastasya's embrace by rubbing the top of his wife's head so gently. Anastasya was certainly shocked, but he was also happy. At least he realized that Arka also loved him, but not as a wife, but only as a family or friends.

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This morning Anastastasya's appearance was neat as usual. At the dinner table he had found Arka who was having breakfast served by a waiter.

"Good morning" said Anastasya.

"In the morning" answered Arka and Surti, the butler who was still sparingly serving the master's breakfast.

Surti now moves to Anastasya's desk. Serving his employer was like any other day.

"How's your flower shop going?"

Anastasya smiled brightly. When we visited the flower shop, the face of the beautiful woman must have sparkled happily.

"More and more every day. The workers were even overwhelmed. I am grateful and incredibly happy. Thank you, it all happened thanks to you. Oh yeah, looks like I'm gonna be looking for a new addition. Market demand is surging as affection day approaches next week." Anastasya answered so Enthusiastically. Arka also commented a thin smile. Relieved to surround yourself. His efforts to please Anastasya were not in vain. The woman was even more excited about her days. There is hardly any complaint about what else is despair, which he currently sees unlike many months ago.

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There's no preparation. He only bought a bouquet of flowers, it was located around the tomb. The longing appeared instantly. Today even nearly a year Abigail died. His son might still be anxious if he were alive.

Anastasya's eyes warmed up. He had just stepped through the burial gate, but the tightness had filled his chest cavity.

Arka took a picture of the son before he died. Anastasya's chest again tight, even many times. Because, although just born, but the level of Abigail actually inherited the facial structure of the biological father, Rangga Wiratama.

Is this destiny?

The son's grave is now in front.

"Assalamualaikum, Abi, my son," Anastasya said on his knees. He sprinkled flowers on the grave of the son and poured them with prayer water.

He rubbed a soft headstone bearing the name of the son. Clear thread back drip from the corner of the eye without being prevented.

"Mom misses Abi so much, misses her so much." Anastasya hugged the headstone. It was as if he was hugging the little body of the son. Rubbing the headstone gently as if rubbing his son's body.

That's what Anastasya is. Abigail was like the power of life, when God gave her such a hard ordeal. However, God took the baby's life back which made Anastasya almost depressed and lost his mind. Lucky he had an Ark. Otherwise, perhaps he had already completely lost his sanity by this time.

Long enough Anastasya greeted the headstone of the son. A prayer drifted from his lips nonstop. Anastasya realized, if only by praying the son would live happily in his eternal heaven.

Either Anastasya has long been holding the son's headstone. The mentari has changed. Making his head without protection feel a little dizzy.

The woman rose. Slightly hobbled as he held his head he tried to get out of the cemetery area. Anastasya sighed, his iron horse parked far enough across the highway. He was in a hurry to find a safe parking space.

Anastasya tried to cross the road. The dizziness in the head really doesn't disappear. The girl even occasionally lowered her head to ward off pain even though it was in vain.

Anastasya had to get to the car quickly. Although the steps are gontai, but he will try his hardest. Till...

"Revelation Miss!" The scream surprised Anastasya. But a split second of his body like being pushed until he finally fell on the sidewalk.

Anastasya. Try to collect awareness. However, it was Adalagi who made him amazingly surprised. There was a girl who also fell on the pavement, even her condition was quite apprehensive with some injuries on her body.

Back, the honking sound and coarse swearing from one's lips that seemed to be aimed at him, made his consciousness completely return.

He almost got hit and the girl, the wounded girl who had apparently saved his life.

Oh jesus.