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

CHAPTER 231 POV ROGER GIBRAN SUHERMAN

Hhh...

Viona seemed to reject me even though I hadn't really shot.

The answer sounds ambiguous and prefers to continue his life by moving to the island of Bali, occupying the Villa that was granted om Jo to Dzakki.

Honestly my heart is sad.

Bali-Surabaya is quite far away. It takes energy also a large cost to go back and forth once a month. While I'm increasingly unable to hold back my longing for Dzakki as well as Viona.

Viona turned out to be quite a stubborn woman.

But whatever choice she made, I accepted all of Viona's self and personal complete one package.

Although I was very nervous, the fact that he refused me subtly to live together in Surabaya and chose to move to Bali alone.

Is Viona my soul mate? Why is the road to my love so hard and so steep?

Until slowly... Herdilan and his mother as God brought us, the sons of Papa Bambang and Mama Tania.

No matter where we started, we now meet often even though it is still rigid. Awkward and clumsy of course. I am also Fika.

Sometimes the shadow of Mama who has not flashed in our minds. Also Papa who has left us with this hassle.

If time could be replayed, I wouldn't want to see all the tangled threads of my family's life.

But... All is His Destiny.

All I know now is to mature us all into solving problems.

Even if it has to be bloody.

Although many casualties.

Mom, Om Jonathan Lordess and Papa.

May Allah forgive all their sins. Accept their charitable kindness. And put them in heaven. Aamiins.

Before I visited Bali to see Dzakki, I went back to Jakarta first.

I don't know why, I'd really like to visit Viona's Mother's father's grave. I also want to visit Papa's grave. Mama and Omku's graves are in Singapore.

The burial ground is dry, but cool enough with a gentle breeze that hits the leaves from the trees around the tomb.

Viona's Mom and Dad's grave is well preserved. The manager is quite responsible because I pay him regularly via transfer every month even though I rarely visit.

"Sir, Mum...! Viona has now moved to Bali. And I represent Viona asking for your blessing for our negligence as children. May you be calm in the barzakh realm."

The prayer of the grave I say in my heart by pinning the letter of al-Fatihah while saying his second name so that he will always be at peace and serenity with Allah Ta'ala.

Pluks.

Suddenly a small twig fell right on my palm. The thick brown wooden branch as big as a thumb, made me quite surprised to almost jump.

It might blow the wind up flying and fall into my right palm.

I then glided towards Papa's grave.

There is a sprinkling of red roses on top of the belly button.

It seems brother Christian diligently visited Papa's grave. Every time I come here, his tomb is always studded with rose petals and also fragrant aroma of prayer water.

In the midst of his busy life as a CEO, and also the father of two twins, he still had time to visit Papa's grave every week.

Sometimes I wonder. How strong his heart and self in handling all the problems of his life.

Hhh... His brain must be filled with a variety of special cables that are very important that God gives so that it can be a great person.

Just like the ritual I did at Viona's father and mother's tomb. Praying for him despite his death disappointed us all.

But yes yes yes.

It's all Destiny. Everything that happens to Papa and Us is Divine Provisions.

Over time, as I began to think clearly.

God is Almighty. And the Lord is Most Merciful, Most Merciful.

After I came from Papa's grave, Chris's brother's house was my last destination in Jakarta.

It turns out that my stepbrother's annoying face was there. Makes me sick of wanting to vomit.

Quizengi him by inviting a match. And in Viona's name and in it. I just want to know how much he loves Viona. And how deep his remorse for the woman he once held.

He accepted this fight.

In front of Christian, I beat him up by threatening to no longer interfere with Viona's life and Dzakki's in the future.

Honestly, I don't know if they're going to get back together. Or... can Viona be my soul mate? No one knows.

I just want to vent my anger on him in all the problems in our family.

And pretty represented too.

Herdilan is pretty gentle. He admitted all his past mistakes and apologized to us for his mother's mistakes as well.

Hhh...

My life is complicated, I inevitably have to decompose the complexity.

He's Papa's son, however.

Right said Chris. No matter how much I hate him, Herdilan is still my half-brother.

As far as we go, the same blood flows through our veins.

Inevitably I accepted all these circumstances. Herdilan and Aunt Tasya have changed. They regret all the bad things in the past.

Yes, it is.

Hm...

Dzakki. We'll meet again. Daddy misses you, son! So kangen!

I slept at the house of the late Jo. And a very nice dream. Om Jo looks very handsome surrounded by butterflies and colorful flowers.

In my dreams he didn't speak. Just smiling sweetly with her cold gaze.

Hhh... This dream is not a bad sign, God!

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