CEO Twins And Girls Choice

Abigail Surya Atmadja

The story of Anastasya's past apparently accompanies Natasya's footsteps to a special burial place of the Atmadja family. It was the first time he knew and came. Anastasya accompanied, holding the hand of the princess to enter a place she used to go.

Stared around, quite a lot changed after Anastasya left for so many years. There are several new tombs that either whose body is buried under it. While eating his eldest son, Abagail. Anastasya clearly still remembered it.

Anastasya led the way towards a small-sized navel and inscribed the name Abigail Surya Atmadja as identity. That's the tomb of his son, his baby with Rangga Wiratama.

"Mom" said Natasha, calling her mother's name. "This is Big Brother Tasya's grave?." Natasya asked as the position of the two stood in front of a tomb.

"Yes" Anastasya replied, nodding his head. Breath sounds from both lips. They stared at each other before finally catching each other.

Two days ago Natasya found another side that her mother had not shown so far. To Natasya's knowledge, her mother was a strong figure, never showing a weak side in front of her daughter. But now it is different. Anastasya looks weak, his cry does not hesitate to come out even though he is withheld.

As usual, after letting go of Natasha's embrace, Anastasya rested in front of the Son's belly button. His heart crumbled as he stared at the last resting of his innocent son.

"Tasya, come here" Anastasya asked the princess to sit with him. The girl did not refuse, sitting in front of the sister's belly button.

"This is the tomb of your brother, the late Abigail Surya Atmadja." Anastasya spoke slowly, staring and explaining it to the princess slowly.

"Abigail Surya Atmadja?." Maybe Natasha thinks why her sister uses the name Atmadja while Abigail's real father is a descendant of the Wiratama family.

"Yes, Mr. Arka who has given the name also accompanies the process of giving birth to your late Brother." Still remembered clearly what Arka's worry was like when she saw herself in pain. They look like prospective parents in general. Encourage, encourage and strengthen each other. Until Anastasya himself felt if Arka was able to shift the position of Rangga in his heart.

Even last night his mother had told him a lot about the two years of his married life with Arka. Natasha was satisfied, for the sake of the friend, the father of Ernest was willing to marry a woman who in fact already contains the seeds of his friend himself. His mother's life is fulfilled and there is no shortage of anything. Mr. Arkana takes full responsibility for his mother's life.

Anastasya rubbed Abigail's tombstone. Reading the prayer and then sprinkling flowers followed by Natasya. A few moments of silence struck. The mother and child are like dissolved in each other's minds.

"If Mr Arka is so responsible for Mom's life, then why did you split up?." The question finally came out of Natasha's mouth. Anastasya was certainly surprised, although he once thought that the question would be asked by his daughter.

"You know, love can't be forced, and that's the main reason for our separation." Anaatasya can't talk much. Afterwards the woman said goodbye to her first son, then took Natasya out of the funeral.

This spot. Once out of the gate, a guard was shocked as he unintentionally stared at Anastasya.

"Mrs Anastasya?."

The call made Anastasya turn to someone who called him. Ah, apparently he is the keeper of the tomb of the Atmadja family that has not been replaced since long ago. Of course the man knew him.

"Uncle."

"Are you Mrs Anastasya?." The middle-aged was like disbelief even though Anastasya was approaching.

"Yes, Uncle. I'm Anastasya."

"Yes, Uncle. She's my daughter, her name is Natasya." Without hesitation Natasha asked to shake hands. At first the guard refused but welcomed him.

Suddenly another guard came. The guardian of the tomb who a while ago gave access to Anastasya.

"Mrs, are you done?." The guards surprised one other guard.

"Have you met Mrs Anastasya?." The man's whisper is in the friend's ear but can still be heard by Anastasya.

"Of course, it was I who let him in."

Anastasya smiled faintly at the debate between the two security guards. He did not want to disturb, and said goodbye to go home after.

"Son, we'll sit there for a second, okay?." Anastasya pointed to a chair not too far from the cemetery gate.

"So we're gonna take a break?." The girl must be confused. Why don't they just go home and sit on the side of the road like this.

"Yes, let's take a break. Ok?."

"Ok, Mom," replied Natasha obediently. He followed the steps of the mother who still wanted to rest.

Both of them have now dropped body weight in long chairs that are not too far away from the highway and cemetery. Anastasya rubbed the part of the chair that was apparently different when he sat down many years ago.

"Tasya, do you know if this is where Mom and Zara were met for the first time?."

"Hem." Natasya looked at the confused Mother and then looked around. The highway and the feeding, his mother and his mother Ernest met at this place?.

"Mother and Lady Zara met here?."

Anastasya. Again the woman told the story of her encounter with Zara. Starting from the moment of his self that is almost cannibalistic and in the end thwarted by Zara.

"Mom still remembers what Zara once was. I come from the village like my mother. Complaining of the fate of the city due to being cheated by one of my friends." A life that Zara lived was no better than her.

"If you remember our past lives, it feels very grateful to our present life." Surely the comfortable life he lived now thanks to the cold hands of Arka who never looked at him despicable even though he had been stained.

"Not rejecting the reality, it is Mr. Arka who has a great contribution to the prosperous life of Mother. However, not only Mr. Arka but Mr. Rangga also has an important role. He takes care of and takes care of Mom when starting a career in modeling. In the life of the Mother who is only alone in the city, Mr. Rangga always tries to protect and ensure that Mother is okay either at home or elsewhere. Mr. Rangga is good, son. He was very good, only because of the blessing of parents that caused our relationship to fall apart. I hope you don't hate Mr. Rangga even if he ever destroys Mom's future."

Natasha breathed deeply. I don't know. He could not promise not to hate Rangga but he could not judge Rangga as a cruel man who could destroy his mother's youth.

Tbc.