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Soon the door of the man's room was reopened, along with Araela's entry into the room, until two different generations of men were shocked to see her coming.

“Do you guys wait too long?” A question throw slid along with two warm kisses landed, on Rolando's cheeks that made the jealous casanova widower see him. “No need to be jealous with own child!”

“How can you know, Hon?” asked Rewindra with a curious face.

“Very of the look your eyes put, too much jealousy on Oland. Though every night you ...” The girl was reluctant to continue because she remembered there was a son who was still, not worthy to listen to the discussion of adults. “It is not necessary to discuss because, he is not enough to understand it.” Then Araela changed another topic by inviting two different generation men to immediately go to their destination. “Better we go there! You don't break your promise with her, do you, Bee?”

Rewindra. “Don't worry, Honey! I've asked Louser to clear my schedule today.” The man, like the son, had not been to the tomb of the woman who gave birth to Rolando. “I feel guilty for never visiting or taking her there.”

“Already don't blame yourself, let me wait for you guys in the car!” Araela rebuked irritatedly, the man who always blamed himself. “Learn to make peace on your destiny too! Don't be pensive for long, I go down first.” The girl left behind two different generation men who were still silent.

Not long after, the two men of different generations finally caught up to the bottom, where someone was waiting for them in the car.

“Sorry!” Two of her men Araela compact said a word of apology, for having made her wait a long time. “You're not mad at us are you, Hon?” Rewindra represents the son asking while holding the steering wheel that is directing to their destination.

“Focus driving!” Folding both hands on the stomach, the girl was reluctant to answer the husband's question. “Don't switch your mind to look at me, you're carrying three lives in this car.” Without hesitation, Araela gave a warning to her husband.

Making Rewindra obey without daring to refute the warning that was said from the lips of the wife, until shortly afterwards only about forty minutes from the office, the car driven by the man had reached the tomb parking lot, along with it down and followed by his wife and son.

“Until here we split, Bee.” Araela opened a voice that made, Rewindra was surprised to hear it. “Take him to his mommy's grave!” continue the girl in a blunt tone.

“I did bring him here, but your duty as a 'father' you have to do for him!” Araela insists that she wants her son to recognize more, someone who has given birth to her into the world even though he has never met at once. “My son must know the figure of the mother who gave birth to him into the world! Take her inside, don't forget to give her favorite flowers! I'm going to my mama's grave.”

“You don't want me to go see your mother-in-law, Hon?”

Araela shook her head firmly. “He needs you more! Later when it's, I'll catch up with you.” The girl's footsteps increasingly stepped deep into the luxurious cemetery, until the tiny body was not visible to the eyes of Rewindra.

“Available to meet your mommy, Boy?” Rewindra asked seriously. “Sorry just invited you to meet him.”

Rolando was reluctant to discuss because the little man looked very enthusiastic, meeting the woman who gave birth to him.

Soon their footsteps arrived, at a tomb with beautiful carvings on the corresponding tombstone, a request from the late woman who gave birth to Rolando.

'Honey, sorry just arrived!' Inwardly the man did not stop saying sorry because, the first time inviting Rolando to his place. 'What else asked him to meet you was the first time I did.' Without feeling Rewindra water decays itself, remembering all the mistakes to incise the wound of the heart. 'I just can't see your face clinging to her. I'm sorry to have incised a wound in our son's heart, but I did all that to divert, my hurt because you left me alone.'

Two different generations of men poured out their hearts, along with Rewindra who did not stop apologizing.

Meanwhile, on the other hand, Araela could not resist the tears that refused to stop flowing, only in front of a tombstone bearing the name of his beloved mother, he said, the girl poured out all the feelings that had been a burden on her shoulders.

“Ma ..”.