FIRST WIFE REVENGE (I Don'T Love You Anymore)

CHAPTER 131 "THE DEPARTURE OF "THE WORD

Treeet.

Treeet.

I woke up from my sleep. It's still in the rented house. And I did close my mini-shop selling on the porch. In order to maintain my health as well, so as not to be too tired.

Ira called.

"Hallo, yeah Ra? Why, Ra? Wh-what???"

My body went limp. This hand vibrates until the phone I hold is out of hand.

Firman died at four this afternoon.

Did Firman die? Brother Firman???

It was like a dream to hear news from Ira Lupita.

A very bad dream, until long enough I just stared dumbly on the bed.

Did the Word really die? Didn't her brother say he was better yesterday afternoon? Isn't Brother Firman just waiting for the rumination of his coma?

I called Jo's sister. Told him that I was going to go ta'ziah to Firman's brother's house with Ira.

Brother Jo assented. He apologized because his position away from the Capital made him unable to deliver Brother Firman to the final resting place. However, he advised me to take care of my health as well. For the sake of his candidate he said.

Ira picked me up and we went to Firman's house to wait for his body to come from the hospital.

His funeral was held tomorrow, in his parents' hometown, Pemalang.

I really don't believe that the Word is gone.

My tears and Ira were dripping incessantly. These past few months we have been very familiar. Even intensely clashing with each other. Support each other, support each other and provide motivation for our lives to be better.

Me too.

Brother Word even to the end always remains the best in this heart.

Still remembering all his words. It still has its crisp laughter. Still has her sweet smile.

Brother Firman Setiawan. Friend and brother who is pleasant until the end of his life.

The night before his body was brought to Pemalang later, we still gathered with some campus friends and colleagues, Mr. Firman. Studying yassin letters together becomes a mandatory activity, bringing the deceased to a more beautiful place on the side of Allah Ta'ala.

With tears in my eyes, Ira and Ira read the yassin. At seven o'clock in the night, still stand bye at the funeral home.

One who was the center of my attention. A couple sitting in a corner.

Brother Mutia and brother Christian!

Mutia Gem Melody. Hooded black color brucet. Wearing sunglasses anyway. But I noticed, her sobs remained visible even though her sunglasses were covering.

Next to her was the husband. Sit cross-legged quietly while occasionally giving tissue to the Wife.

Mutia, you look so shocked! Does he regret his previous actions to the Word? Who broke off the engagement relationship with the other side without feeling, then married brother Christian Suherman...because more successful and wealthy?

Hhh...

Dugs.

Ira grabbed my hand.

"That's it, the ex-sister of the Word is there too!" Ira's murmuring whispered softly.

"Yes!"

"Why is he coming? Make the mood hot!" oceh Ira was upset after closing the yassin book she had read.

"St..."

Treeet...

Brother Jonathan called.

"Yes, Brother? Vi's still in the funeral home. Aye, yes. Vio's coming home now. It's just finished teaching, brother!"

Clik.

"Who? Jonathan's? What say?"

"Hehehe...! Yes, come home yuk! The other friends have also gone home one by one!" Ira replied with a nod.

Ira and Ira went home to her brother Firman's family who took care of everything.

We also apologize, can not take Brother Firman to Pemalang. To his final resting place. Because of its distant location.

By ordering a taxi online, Ira and Ira went back in different directions. But I told Ira that the day after tomorrow if she's off work, call me and she can play at Jo's house.

Of course Ira's eyes were round in disbelief.

"What, Lo Vi? Can I play at Jo's house? Can you find you there?"

I'm nodding.

I did ask Brother Jo's permission to take Ira Sowan to his house. There's a lot I want to tell you. So that my heart may be relieved to bear this heavy burden.

Ira I've considered a brother. It feels bad if I keep covering up my problems with Brother Jo. At least Ira won't misunderstand later.

We promise to see you again.

..............

"Ira! Ga's nyasar?"

"Hey, Viona! Hehehe.. ga!"

"Let's go in!"

I found Ira at the gate of Jo's house after the two days we promised.

I've been moving into Jo's house since yesterday, from a rented house. In a week, I'm nine months old. That day of labor is coming soon.

"House owner is there?" whisper Ira. It seemed like he was nervous, as his palms were wet and cold.

I laughed a little while shaking.

"When you haven't been home for five days!"

"Hadeeuh... entrepreneur koq looks like bang toyib huh?!"

We laughed together as we stepped inside the house that looked small from the outside but was majestic and big inside.

"Cool is the house! Even though it's still cooler miss Tasya Jessica's house! Eh... I heard from the bird, the police have confiscated the valuable assets of Tasya Jessica and Mr Bambang too huh?"

"Yes?... The process continues as it were?"

"My feeling is miss Tasya will be languishing long enough. The case is layered, Vi? Bambang Suherman's money laundering case was also as his young wife!"

"No comment ah me! Afraid of being wrong, Ra!"

"I also know from online news! Hhh... Speaking of online news I'm crying. Inget brother Firman!"

I can only swallow saliva. Recollecting that incredible handsome face.

"I can't believe she's so short, Vi! He had never been happy, married! Hik hik hicks..."

"The happiness of the Word is now with God Ta'ala surely, Ra!"

Hhh...

Bi Tini welcomed us with her sweet special greeting.

"Miss, said Mr. Jo, you can use the gazebo for Miss Vio's special friend banquet! I have everything ready there!" said Bi Tini makes Ira gaped.

"Gokil! Lucky always, huh? Apart from Delan, get his Om and you become a cinderella in this house too!" pekiknya could not believe when this foot stepped into the mini garden room of his home brother Jonathan.

I just smiled while shaking my head at Ira's excessive behavior.

"Lo koq can be this lucky anyway, Vi?" tanyanya joking.

I just snorted. Then laugh again at Ira who immediately plucked the grapes from her tree that hung over the bamboo gazebo.

"Lo wants to be me? Pregnant, a widow? How is my life?"

"Hehehe... Yeah not so many times, Vi! Woles, Vi! Don't gas! Hihihi..."

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