I'M Sorry To Hurt You [Last]

ONE [S2]

　

　

I stared at Edgar who was calling. Sitting on the balcony staring at the streets of Beijing in the evening—entah who he called. But judging by her radiant facial expression as well as the affectionate words of love, I knew who she was calling. Who else if not his future wife. Zahratul Hafshah's. Three weeks ago Edgar officially proposed to her. And next week according to the facts of Zahra, Edgar and Zahra will hold a wedding in Jakarta.

A year has passed. Edgar had made a full recovery from his lupus after struggling to recover. Three times doing spinal cord surgery, as well as chemo many times finally he was able to survive the disease. This cannot be separated from the support of his brother, Purnama—wife who I love the most in this world more than anything. Purnama even willingly spent time back and forth accompanying Edgar check up to the hospital. His time is divided with our son Geoff and myself.So even so, Purnama never forgets his main duties as wife and mother. He takes care of me and Geoff very well. If asked who is the most tough, strong and loyal woman in the world, of course,— without thinking again, I will answer my wife, as well as my Mommy.

And for Edgar's total recovery. Purnama and I stayed in Beijing until he recovered. The plan was to bring my wife back to New York— because my main job was in New York— after Edgar married Zahra.

Another of Edgar's greatest supporters besides Purnama was Zahra. The woman continued to be by Edgar's side, continuing to encourage him at all times.

“After yes, deck. Dreaming of my brother tonight. Keep missing brother huh, deck. Love u.” I chuckled to hear Edgar end his call. It reminds me of my behavior to my wife who also often sends words of love and affection.

“Propa. Patience. Patience. Another week just to meet candidates,” muttered Edgar made me more tickled amusedly. It is hard to resist longing. Especially in a far away place like the two of them. Edgar in Beijing, Zahra in Jakarta preparing for their wedding.

“How are the wedding preparations, Ed?” I asked Edgar. He left the balcony, sitting on the sofa beside me— I was reading the newspaper this morning when my attention was distracted at Edgar's warm talk on the phone.

“Already ninety percent,” replied Edgar with a radiant face to make me feel his happiness.

“If anything is needed just tell me. I can help,” I said as I folded the newspaper.

“Still, El. The cost is all settled. It's also because of your help. If you don't help, it might be a little hard for me,” Edgar replied.

“Only slightly. You're the one trying to be alone,” I said. Edgar's savings were quite excessive with the salary he hadn't taken since living with us. I was the one who suggested it to him. It is better to save for the wedding costs that do cost a lot. In addition, the cost after the wedding is also a lot. Buying a house with it. Vehicles too.

“Daddy ..” Geoff ran towards me. Immediately I caught him and put him in my lap. I kissed his face. He giggled with curiosity as the fine hairs on my face touched the delicate skin of his face. I haven't shaved in a week. Lazy. Ah, I'd better ask my wife for help later while stealing a kiss from her.

“If you are married where to stay, Ed?” ask me while taking down Geoff. He hugged Edgar. Both are very familiar.

“Living in Beijing. My main job is here. Ara agreed. In addition he can still volunteer here,” reply Edgar while tickling Geoff. “Geo, next year you'll get a cousin. Playfellow. Hehehe.”

I laughed hearing that. Apparently Edgar was impatient to have his own momongan.

“Later, if you love us, do not just one you know, Brother Ed. Gih make a lot. Let the house rame later, not deserted,” sela Purnama also chuckled. He came from the kitchen with a plate of fried bananas that were still warm and warm tea.

“If Brother wants to. Didn't know that Ara. Usually protest women have many children.” Edgar sipped his hot tea.

“Itah, Brother. Not about tired of it. Their future should also be considered. Today is different from the old days. For example, about education. If you have finished High School, you can be accepted to work. Now the smallest S1. Especially if applying to become a State Civil Apparatus, at least have to graduate bachelor.”

“Yes you're right, Pur. The present age is sophisticated. Must follow time.” Edgar nodded.

I embrace my wife. “If you are, dear. Want not to have many children,” my god. The full moon immediately patted my chest.

“Make. Cuckold humming nine months. Just two,” he said with a pouting face. I laughed when I heard it. It's no problem for me, child two. Just follow the wife.

“If two ... means one more dong we make it. How about we start the program tonight, sweetheart,” my god.

“Geo is only a year old. He is still the same as me. Pity to share with her brother. I don't want to open KB yet. You also suso every night.”

Egdar coughed at Purnama's last words. I just hear it. It is true what my wife said. Hehe. After all delicious loh nyusu, make young also according to one of the articles I read.

　

　

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Happy day is the time. Edgar and Zahra were married at the Istiqlal mosque. We arrived two hours before the show started. I saw Edgar speaking to the ruler. I've been going about an hour back and forth from the bathroom. For some reason, my stomach feels heartburn. Always want to pee.

“Yank, you have diarrhea? From there go back and forth to the bathroom. If I count five of you,” said my wife when I just got back from the bathroom. Join my wife. Sitting on the terrace of the mosque. Silence Geoff who was crying from the heat inside.

“What's your body hot?” Full moon directly touched my forehead, “Sot hot,” he said as he lowered his hand. I took Geoff from my wife's lap.

“Kok me who was nervous ya Darling saw Edgar married ya,” said I. “Did Edgar have memorized the reading of his kabul?” ask me more of myself. Be honest. I'm afraid he's mistaken for that.

Purnama laughed at my words. “Do’a in course smoothly, Yank. It seems to have been a poultice, Edgarnya. Not seen from the mouth of brother Edgar komat-kamit.” Kulirik into the mosque. It does. The more time approached to the event, the more Edgar's mouth was pawing with a slightly pale face. I know he's many times more nervous than me. Because I was in his position too.

“Yuk, Yank. We're in, the show's about to start.” Purnama invited me when he heard the announcement from the moderator of the event. I'm nodding. While holding Geoff who had apparently slept on my lap, we entered.

Purnama and I sat behind Edgar. Listen carefully Edgar said his kabul ijab. Because Zahra's father was deceased, Zahra was also her only child, so as a guardian her marriage was handed over to her father's sister.

“I received the marriage and marriage of Zahratul Hafshah bint Muhammad Iqbal with the dowry, cash.”

“How, Witness? Valid?” the questioner looked at the two witnesses on the left and right side of Edgar.

“Sah.”

“Sah.”

“Aalhamdulillah's. Tabarakallah ..”

The atmosphere inside the mosque boisterous with the words do’a echoed congratulating the two brides. I breathed a sigh of relief. Eventually the two became legal husband and wife.

“Congratulations yes, Ed. Start making a lot of children in the future yes,” my god when shaking hands with Edgar right whispering in his ear.

Edgar chuckling. He whispered in my ear. “Take it easy, El. Will continue to move forward. Haha. Make his cake soccer team exciting.”

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Don't forget guys, beautiful & handsome brothers, sisters who emes 😍, love first let the spirit write the story 🤗😉, okay 👍.

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