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Funeral

Anastasya breathed in deep air when his feet had just stepped into the country he had left about a year ago. After arriving at Washington DC Airport, Anastasya still needed several tens of minutes to get to his residence. Together with Natasya, Ernest and Rangga, the woman who still looks fresh at her age who is no longer young is renting public transportation to be able to quickly bring them home.

Along the way, neither Anastasya nor Natasya were more silent. Ernest and Rangga certainly realize that they only appreciate, maybe the silence of the two women has something to do with the late Kenan that they will visit his final resting place.

The iron horse that led them pulled over in a luxurious building, a magnificent house that actually became the most comfortable house Anastasya ever lived in all his life.

Anastasya's pair of eyes had already turned red. Repeatedly he sighed deeply as the gate opened from the inside.

A couple of elderly wives seemed to welcome them. He is a couple who has been caring for and caring for Anastasya's house with Kenan and occupied it.

"Welcome, Madam," greeted the couple with a bow of the head in honor. The couple are immigrants from Indonesia, just like Anastasya and Kenan used to be.

"Welcome, Uncle, Aunt. How are you guys doing?." As usual, Anastasya who did have a warm personality asked for news. The twilight couple replied enthusiastically and a sparkling face was happy and full of longing. They were like family and thought Anastasya like a child.

"Anastasya," call the aunt. The middle-aged man stared at Natasya, the girl who was like a granddaughter herself.

"Grandmother" replied Natasha. He squatted, spread out his arms and approached the woman he called the grandmother to embrace. "I miss you" Natasya continued after being in Grandma's arms.

Uncle and Aunt look amazingly happy, until their happiness is diverted to the two figures of the man who came with Anastasya.

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An elite cemetery in Washington D. C. became Anastasya's first destination after resting the body after a journey of approximately two hours. The extreme longing makes the woman do not want to linger at home.

Uncle and Aunt were also involved. After Anastasya's departure, they were the ones who cared for and visited Kenan's tomb, rutin and every week. Anastasya would be grateful. She hugged her aunt with tears in her eyes, moments before the trip to the cemetery.

Some of the people who were sitting around Kenan's tomb, fell silent. All solemn prays do'a and reminisces in moments of kenan still alive in the world.

Natasya, the ayu girl lowered her head. The sunglasses used do not necessarily cover the eyes that from the beginning came already shed tears.

"You're Dad's heart jewel, you're Aya's favorite. Natasya, my daughter."

Natasha breathed out slowly. Dispelling the sense of tightness that meets the daada. The words of his father, he always remembered. He remembered correctly, Kenan used to call him a jewel. A precious jewel rather than preying on it by its own real name.

Gender is not a limitation. Little Kenan raised and guided Natasha with all her heart. Yes, the little girl also grew up according to Kenan's dream. Smart, polite, beautiful and proud. Natasya's achievements need not be doubted. All the fields and courses he mastered. Not inferior to the son of other officials who are proud of his co-workers even though he is a woman.

"Father," Anastasya said in a hoarse voice. Ernest, the man whose position was right next to Natasya, shifted his gaze. Looking at Natasya whose body began to tremble withstanding the cries.

Ernest moved too. He approached Natasya so as not to fall or dimbung. Anastasya who was also struck by sadness, was busy arranging his own heart especially beside him now there was the figure of Rangga.

Ernest didn't say anything. He looked gently at Natasha and rubbed his arms to calm down. Not much different from Rangga, the man was always beside Anastasya. Make sure if the woman is okay but also try not to disturb her.

Here, in front of Kenan's meal, either Anastasya, Natasha, Rangga or Ernest offered their own prayers. Seen, Ernest looked inside at the grave of the biological father of his Secretary. The man's lips were like saying a sentence but unfortunately could not be heard by anyone around him. Occasionally his pair of eyes closed and took a deep breath, before he spoke again. I don't know what the young man was talking about but one thing is certain if the words were indeed pointed out by Ernest for Natasya's father.

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After the funeral, they returned home to rest. Filling the stomach with dishes made by Aunty and Anastasya, became something of wisdom for a Rangga. The man ate very well. The Uncle to laugh noticed the funny nature of Rangga who caught the sense of sight.

Neither Anastasya nor Natasya have told Rangga who he really is to Aunt and Uncle. Anastasya did not want if the couple misunderstood and disappointed him who intended to leave Kenan to marry again. I don't know, Anastasya isn't ready to tell you. He was still waiting for the right time so that the couple could understand.

Everyone rested in their rooms. With the exception of Rangga who is actually more interested in traveling around Anastasya's house.

A magnificent house, so murmured when it first came. His long legs began to step down every room that felt lonely to be in the family room that he had actually seen when he came earlier.

Spacious living room. Decorations that look simple but elegant and the selection of pastel colors on the wall paint, he can know if Anastasya is the one who designs every detail and arrangement of the house.

But not only that became the center of attention in this house, but the family photo album attached to the wall. Large family photos that make the heart of the sweetest of sautees such as ripped.

There it is clear what intimacy and love journey Anastasya and Kenan. From wedding photos, Natasya's birth and all the moments of Natasya's growth and development to wearing Toga clothes at graduation. Oh God. Inner Rangga as if screaming. Apparently not only with him Anastasya has many life stories but with Kenan was the same, it was with Kenanlah Anastasya more laughs, different from when with him who can only incise many wounds.

Rangga felt himself a dwarf, not worthy to be with a woman as young as Anastasya. The man bowed, wiping away the tears that soaked his cheeks before moving away from the living room that made it difficult to breathe.

While without Rangga know, from earlier someone was watching him from a distance. someone also cried as Rangga pensively stared at the ranks of the photo and rubbed his wet cheeks before leaving. Destiny is sometimes this cruel. Turning one's heart back before meeting someone outlined.

Tbc.