Asmara Anastasia

Asmara Anastasia Ending's.

The pair of puffy eyes stared at the body of a person lying on top of a gurney with a white cloth covering the entire body. The owner of the puffy eyes bowed his head, his crying broke again as well as a girl who was hugging him.

Anastasya and Natasha embrace in front of Kenan's lifeless body. The two women were speechless, only the water could describe their loss. Kenan leaves with a million sweet memories for his wife and daughter.

Diseases that are increasingly spread throughout the body make Kenan no longer able to survive. Over a year he tried various kinds of treatment ranging from medical and even herbal, but unfortunately all did not show results. Kenan resigned himself, he could no longer endure the excruciating pain throughout his body.

Anastasya no less in giving him spirit. Natasya, too, is willing to stay for months in the hospital to take care of her father every day. For the two women, Kenan has a hero. Protector as well as guard for them.

Anastasya and Natasya let Kenan go with tears. The Elite Cemetery in downtown Washington DC became Kenan's final resting place. Kenan who no longer has a family in Indonesia makes the Wife Finally choose such a way so that the body of the husband immediately buried. After all, considering how long it will take to get to the homeland makes Anastasya can not do much. He resigned, maybe Washington DC was destined to be a witness to the struggle of their lives after being united into a couple. Happy, sad even the moment of Natasya's birth will always Anastasya remember. Kenan is gone but all his memories will remain etched in the heart of all time.

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One day passed. Anastasya sat down while Natasya lay down, cushioned by her mother's thighs. The two women looked at each other, busy with their own thoughts.

"Mom, do we have to obey my father's words before we die?" Natasya asked as she looked up, looking at the face of the mother who was also looking at her.

Anastasya was silent for a moment. Speech of the princess.

"You mean what Dad said that asked us to go back to Indonesia?"

Natasya nodded her head, confirming the mother's speech.

Anastasya sighed deeply. Kenan did say, asking himself and the princess to return to the homeland if he did not live long.

"Go back to Indonesia. There you still have family. Uncle and Aunt would've looked after you to replace me if I hadn't."

Anastasya suddenly pointed her index finger at Kenan's lips. Ask the man to be quiet. While Anastasya's tears have been in the river considering Kenan spoke when the doctor warned if his age would not be long.

Like I had a premonition before. Kenan did not sell his assets in the capital when he moved to a country far away there. As if the man had prepared in advance if his wife or child intended to continue living in Indonesia.

Anastasya's chest felt tight. Returning to Indonesia is akin to opening old wounds in him. But what can he do. Without Kenan, living in a country of people is like a frightening specter. During this time Anastasya only knew a few colleagues Kenan only. The woman is said to limit herself in getting along. Get out as necessary and prefer to be at home to take care of her husband and daughter.

Another Anastasya was also his daughter, Natasya. Girls who are studying at a prestigious university in Washington DC, quite easy to get along with anyone and have many friends. Being born in a country of people makes the girl fluent in foreign languages from an early age. Natasya is quite accomplished. Kenan and Anastasya were even made proud of the ability that the creator bestowed on his daughter. If they moved, Anaatasya would probably accept it but what about Natasya?

Anastasya looked at the princess. Born and raised in a foreign country makes the girl accustomed, then how is the life of her daughter after arriving in Indonesia?

Natasya had never visited the country of origin of her parents, but the girl was often looking for information about the culture and community life of the natives through cyberspace.

"Don't ask me, ask yourself, son. Do you want to live in Indonesia?"

Natasha got up from her position. Those clear eyes stared back at the mother's pair of eyes so closely.

"Mother, listen to me. I'm sure what Dad wants, that's for the best. I definitely can't resist. After all, doesn't the mother's family also live there?"

Anastasya bowed his head, trying to avoid his daughter's gaze and in a few seconds later the woman nodded her head.

"Well, there's no reason for us to go against the wishes of father, mother."

"OK, mom. We don't have to move now. I'm in my final semester and almost thesis. After graduation we will return to Indonesia. Meet the mother's family and build a new life there." Natasha pats her mother's shoulder. The girl realized, if it would not be easy to pass all in when they had just lost someone who was in fact like a pillar of life for both.

Anastasya cupped both palms on the face. The woman began to sob, trying to hide her face so that her tears could not be seen.

Natasya sighed and she exhaled slowly. Not much different from the mother, she was fragile at this time, but what happens if she was swept away in continuous sadness. He must be strong. Must rise. To be able to survive and be a hold for his mother.

"Mother, I don't forbid you to cry. Crying is natural. As a form of impingement, but promise to stay strong, because not only me, you will be sad to see your mother in this situation."

Natasha's two hands flicked the mother's hands that covered her face. Anastasya did not fight. Instead, he let the princess see the roar of her tears, then wiped it with both hands.

"Keep fighting mother. Our lives continue to go on even though father has already left. I'll always look after mom, and vice versa." Natasya quickly hugged the body of the mother, drowning her face in the chest of the mother who felt warm.

Anastasya. Even though he did not answer the princess's words, but the woman spoke in her heart if she would continue to be beside the princess. Educate her and even take her to the wedding altar. I hope that.

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In a different country.

Some little kids seemed to be running around, chasing around. Some of them also look cool playing, there are even older children who help some workers to sweep the yard. The two-story building with a spacious courtyard that the children occupied was an orphanage that had been a home for them.

The typical carefree laughter of children, making someone who just got off his luxury vehicle, smile happily. The sturdy mature man swung a step. Approaching the spacious courtyard of the orphanage to greet some of the boys who had already run over to him.

"Uncle comes," exclaimed some children who spontaneously ran to greet someone called 'Uncle.

"How are the kids?" The uncle, asked. A man who was none other than a driver opened the trunk of the car and took down some gift boxes to give to children.

"Okay, uncle," the boy replied in unison.

The uncle smiled broadly. Experiencing the boy one by one also rubbed the top of his head gently.

"Take and divide the prize equally. No one is left behind."

"Thank you uncle." Again, the boys who were so enthusiastic in line for the gift answered him in unison.

"Together."

After getting the prize, they ran into the house. A smile came from the lips of the uncle when he saw how happy the children of the orphanage when he got a small gift from him. Without feeling, a speck of clear bulir flows in the corner of the eye. Rangga, the man called uncle by the boys felt an immeasurable novelty.

The orphanage where he stands today is not the first orphanage he founded. But there are still several other parlors scattered in several regions. The loss of Abigail, her son with Anastasya left her locked up with an endless sense of guilt.

"Perhaps with me building some of these parlors, it can slightly reduce my guilt for you, son," muttered Rangga, still staring at the boys who almost disappeared from view.

Rangga is still single. Not intending to build a housewife with any girl. Rangga felt more useful life when he could gather and feed his foster children. Maybe he wants to dedicate his whole life to helping others. Today and even forever.

Asmara Anastasya "FINISHED"