Dream Marriage: A Wife Worth Being Loved

Eighteen

The funeral procession is over. Siti and the mother were sitting next to the father. Devi was unable to leave her husband alone.

Siti clasped the mother's hand, from the beginning of the funeral process at the end they held each other up. Her tears unceasingly accompanied the funeral process of the deceased.

Adi and Papa and his mother are still standing behind Siti and Devi's body.

The burial area was already very quiet, because the funeral was over from half an hour ago.

Gunawan approached his son-in-law and his besi. “Devi, Siti,” call Gunawan.

Devi wiped away her tears. “Sorry has kept you waiting,” Devi said politely despite her slightly hoarse voice for not stopping crying.

Gunawan. Devi was the first domestic assistant when Gunawan and Indira married, as well as the late Agus who became a gardener. They worked long enough, until when Devi was declared pregnant, Agus and Devi resigned to return to the village. It was hard for Gunawan, but he also had no right to forbid them. A few months ago Gunawan met with Agus when Agus sold his plantation to the city. They had a little chat and decided to marry Adi and Siti. Gunawan knows that if his son's marriage will not be easy, he complained to Agus about Adi. But somehow Agus offered his daughter. Now that Gunawan knows the intent of Agus, maybe the deceased wants Gunawan to take care of his favorite daughter and Gunawan will never waste the opportunity. ‘You are calm there Gus, I will make sure our children will live happily, ' Inner Gunawan.

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Adi was sitting on the floor on the carpet. The condition of Siti's house is not too large, even tends to be narrow to have a living room measuring two meters by two and a half meters. The mourners are no longer there. Only a few people in the kitchen still prepare the dishes for tahlil night.

Adi focused on his phone to read messages from Anggun. But when someone sits next to him quickly Adi turns off the screen of his phone so that it can not be seen.

Gunawan breathed his regret, how not his son was still thinking of another woman when his wife was grieving. “Siti's company in the room,” Gunawan's word.

“Papa who accompany,” replied Adi.

Adi got up from sitting cross-legged. “Which room is it?” ask Adi.

Gunawan moved his chin pointing at a room visible from where they were sitting.

Adi walked into the room. Without knocking, with all her heart Adi entered. His gaze was stunned at the sizable yet seemingly empty bookshelf, there were only a few books left. Adi's attention was distracted when he heard the movement from the top of the bed.

“What's the Mas?” ask Siti with her soft voice.

“Nothing,” replied Adi. He looked at the face of Siti who seemed to smile thin even though her face was swollen and her eyes were swollen from crying too much.

“Mas already ate?” ask Siti again. He forgot about it when it was late afternoon.

Adi shook his head, he held back his hunger for not tasteful with the food provided.

“Ayo Siti take to the place to eat,” invite Siti. She got up from her sleep and approached her husband.

“No need, I'll go alone later. You rest,” reject Adi.

Siti nodded her head, then sat back on the bed. The shadow about her father made Siti's tears come back down, but she quickly wiped away her tears.

“What's it like to lose a parent?” Ask Adi.