Don't Blame the Destiny

Chapter 275 (Old Age)

“A-are you serious? Can I do that?” the Emir asked with a trembling voice.

“Iya mas.” suddenly all over the Emir's body became ice-cold.

He is very stubborn, and also knows where to kiss Beeve from.

Slowly the Emir stroked the beautiful hair of Beeve who had legitimately become his wife.

Is this how it feels? When doing with the person we truly love, it feels very hard to believe, the inner Emir.

Beeve who had waited too long, snatched the Emir's sexy lips first.

The deg! The Emir's heart beat violently, his breath hunting, as he received a surprise attack from his wife.

Even though it was just a kiss, the Emir felt like he was flying to heaven.

After they finished fighting, the Emir embraced his wife's body. And Beeve, Emir Han's dearest wife, could feel the tremors of her husband's chest that would not be silent.

Fortunately the Emir did not have heart disease, Inner Beeve.

He also hugged the Emir's body, It feels comfortable, although not as warm as Andri's decapitation, Inner Beeve.

From that night on, Emir and Beeve's relationship grew closer and more intimate, like a typical husband and wife.

The Emir also grew more and more affectionate towards Beeve and his four stepchildren. Although he is only a connecting father, but his role is so important in their small family. He never dared to hurt Beeve. Because to him, that woman was more valuable than anything.

4 Years later, Rahma who has not recovered from her mental illness plays together to her 3 grandchildren in their main yard.

He who still considers his three grandchildren is Andri, does not want if he is called grandma.

“Mama, today we play what?” noah asked Rahma.

“How about we play a running race baby? in addition to exciting, can also nourish our bodies, how? Andri 1, 2 and 3?” ask with spirit.

“Come ma!” answer in unison.

Kissky, who was leaving for work, called her three children.

“Nuh! Abraham! Saleh!”

“Iya ma?” answer the triplets.

“Here, greetings mama first, mama wants to go to work son,” he said.

Then the 3 boys who were stuck on the two sides with Andri was running towards Beeve.

“Don't be naughty same big mama, take care of big mama ya Saleh.”

“I'm Ibrahim ma, not Saleh.” Saleh said, because the three are so identical, Beeve often misnamed.

And the three heroes of the late Andri also often prank others by exchanging names and bracelets, which Beeve had given to the three of them.

“Oh, yes mama was wrong, anyway, mama left first.”

“Papa not coming to ma?” ask Saleh.

“It was behind.” after kissing his three sons, he got in the car first.

The Emir who has followed has done the same to all three children.

He who just got into the car, urged by Beeve to leave immediately.

“Come on, pity the employees at the restaurant, they are overwhelmed,” said Beeve.

“What if you come will help a lot?” Emir who felt the power of Beeve was not how much he thought his arrival was just in vain.

“ Anyway, I did what I could, Hurry up mas!” Beeve urged her husband.

“Then, I need to fill up the gas first, let us fast up to the restaurant.” Beeve, who understood her point, immediately gave her what her husband wanted.

“Ummmuacchh!” Beeve kissed the cheek, forehead and lips of the Emir.

“Wah! Fresh straight away!” he said with a smile.

Next they glide to the Kishi Bia restaurant at full speed.

After the last 4 years, the restaurant managed by Beeve was a great success, even now it has 5 branches, all over the city.

Emir himself was also successful in his career, both at ISF, and also in the entertainment world, he also diligently uploaded his collaboration with Beeve to his social media. Netizens who used to hate Beeve, slowly accepted it.

While Helena, who still loves the Emir until now, still likes to follow the activities of her ex-husband.

He who cannot forget the Emir, decides to be widowed forever, for him, feels that love is a great sin, because according to him greed will arise, after we have a bond with the person.

Emir who had been Beeve's husband for 4 years, never forced to have children, although Beeve was willing, he always refused, because, he felt sorry for Beeve, if he had to have many children, if he had to have many children, and he also could not bear, if Beeve's stomach had to come back in contact with the surgeon's scalpel.

For him, his son now is enough, he also wants Beeve to feel the freedom to do whatever he likes.

According to the Emir, the marriage was not merely because he wanted to get offspring.

I want Beeve to be happy, I love him, from the past to the present, and that feeling is growing, the inner Emir.

Although now my hair and she have turned white, but in my eyes, Beeve who has wrinkled Karen age, remains beautiful.

Czechoslovakia!!

The Emir took a portrait of the recently finished Beeve wearing his hijab.

“Kek, you always have, love to photograph me secretly.” Beeve said.

“I want to update my phone screen.” Terang Emir's.

Until they were 80 years old, Emir always made Beeve photo as the background of his mobile phone.

While on social media, he used their marriage first. Never changed, even though it has been 58 years.

Because of his age and his age, the Emir, who wanted to spend his old age peacefully with his beloved wife, decided to hand over his leadership as CEO to his eldest son, Noah.

“Mama and papa will settle in New Zeland, so, you guys take good care of the company, your late papa and your grandmother were so hard at keeping the company successful, you know, you should also so my children, another one, do not pamper my grandchildren, if it goes down the wrong path.” The Emir advised his three sons.

“Bia, teach your children to manage the restaurant as well, our family business should not be destroyed, keep the legacy we build, for the future of our descendants later,” said Beeve.

“Iya ma.” replied Bia, who has also become a grandmother.

Afterwards, the Beeve and Emir set out for the country of their dreams, to spend the rest of their twilight lives.

On the plane the two men were chatting.

“Nek..”.

“Iya cake?” sahut Beeve, look at her husband.

“You remember when you said you wanted to marry me?”

“Remember, at that time we were on vacation right?” beeve said with a sweet smile.

“Yes, since that day, you have always been beautiful in my eyes,” said the Emir.

“Iya, it was then, but now I'm an old cake.”

“Your face remains the same in my eyes, grandma.” The Emir stroked the cheek of his wife who had sagged.

At 20:00, the sleeping Beeve dreamed of being in his old house when he first married Andri.

”Inclose?” he also searched his old house.

She who saw her old room with her late husband could not hold back her tears.

Chequek!! Krieet slowly opened the door of the room a million memories.

The tech!

Beeve turned on the lights, so he could see the contents of the room.

”Silau, turn off the lights!” pinta Andri on Beeve.

“Mas, you???” Beeve saw 25-year-old Andri lying on the bed.

“Honey, where have you been?” andri asked with sad eyes.

“A-I am new from..” he is confused to answer what to Andri.

“Come!” Andri patted the bed, so that Beeve approached.

Beeve without hesitation, walked to the bed, then sat down next to Andri who was lying down.

Bruk!! Andri pulled Beeve's body, falling into the bed.

Then, the husband she had been longing for decades kissed her lips, just like in the past.

”Do.” Beeve refused Andri's second kiss, as he was not confident.

“Why?” ask Andri.

”Akidn't you a granny, while you're still young mas?” bright Beeve.

“What?” then Andri led Beeve to the dresser.

Beeve flinched, his net rounded, as he looked, his face returning by the time he was 17.

“Mas!” he who excitedly embraced Andri's body.

I know it's not real, but I don't care, what matters is that Andri is by my side. Ever since I married the Emir, Mas Andri never came to my dream again. Now he shows himself, with the face of his youth, I am very happy, Beeve's inner self.

“Bee..”

“Iya mas?” sahut Beeve, who was still comfortable in her husband's arms.

“Do you want, stay with me in Medina?” Beeve thoughtlessly agreed to it twice.

“Yes, I want!!”

The two hugged each other even tighter, as if unwilling to part from each other, for the second time.

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Me, love you Bee...

Emir's tears flowed profusely, as he sent his beloved wife to her final resting place.

The old ideal in New Zeland was dashed, when the ribs first left him facing the khalik, Beeve breathed his last in the plane.

Now, the Emir who was in a burrow was his wife, reluctant to go out.

He who almost lost his sanity, wanted to lay his body next to Beeve's body.

I will accompany you, so that you may not be alone in the darkness of this last house of the Divine, Bee, my beloved.

As the Emir continued to refuse to come out, forced, his son and grandson lifted his emaciated body from Beeve's grave.

“Papa wants to accompany your mama, release papa, Noah! Let papa and mama be together forever!” The Emir cried hysterically, as his body was already on the surface.

“My wife The unstoppable sobs broke, the fans who came to mourn also shed tears.

Because they know very well, the journey of love 2 people.

After he finished burying the Beeve, the Emir embraced a gravestone, which read the name Beeve An Mahveen.

Oh my God, meet me back with my wife in your paradise, inner Emir.

1 Week later, the Emir, longing for his wife, reopened a video he had uploaded to the yutub.

His lips trembled, his net flushed, his heart shattered, upon hearing the tender and spoiled voice of his beloved wife.

I miss you Bee, see you in Robbi's Divine Paradise.

Done it.