Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)

Love Me Please (Related cruel husband)
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Ozawa still holds Maria's hand. His wife was not yet awake from her stupor.


“Honey, open your eyes Honey. Don't make me panic.” Ozawa rubbed his wife's head “I promise I'll find our daughter-in-law. I'll bring it back to you.” Say again.


Ozawa knows how much Mary loves Rachel, especially Rachel is the daughter of her best friend. Maria already considered Rachel as her biological child. Rachel is a kind and obedient woman. Ozawa also regretted letting Rachel live with Ramos he did not expect that his son would dare to be cruel.


Mary's lentic eyelashes twitch. Slowly the middle-aged woman opened her eyes.


“Honey.” Ozawa immediately smiled at his wife “You're awake? I panic once.” He kissed the back of his wife's hand which he held.


“Ak-ku where?” He glanced at the ceiling of the room. In his left hand is infuse


“You're in the hospital, baby. You passed out.” Sahut Ozawa “Do you feel better?” Soft question. Ozawa loved Maria very much, never did he yell at her. Although there were problems in the household, the two of them always solved it with a cold head.


“I-irina.” Sontak Maria sat down “Irina.”


“Quiet Baby, I'm here.” Ozawa grabbed his wife's body as she was about to get out of bed.


“Ozawa I want to meet Maria. Take me to meet him Ozawa.” Pinta Maria pleaded with her husband. He wants to see his best friend and apologize for Ramos's actions that made Rachel's life suffer.


“Honey, Quiet.” Ozawa tightens her arms while peeling off Maria's head “Please yourself first.” His words rubbed his wife's head.


If Maria had a panic attack that's how Ozawa kept his wife calm because Maria would have calmed down if she had embraced like this.


Ozawa let go of her hug “Is it better?” He rubbed his wife's delicate cheeks.


“Ozawa I want to meet Irina. I want to apologize to her, i_”


“Darling, Irina is dead. You can't apologize to her. He's gone for good.”


Maria's tears are falling. His body was numb and his soul seemed to drift and went away from his body.


“IRINA.”


“IRINA.”


“IRINA.”


Ozawa only gave a hug to his rebellious wife. He knows his wife's feelings. Losing a friend is painful especially a good friend.


“Hiks hiks hiks forgive me Irina. Ii'm sorry. I'm sorry I asked Rachel to marry Ramos. It's all my fault. I'm sorry Irina.” Her crying sounded echoing.


Regretting. Deeply sorry. If time can be repeated. Maria won't ask Rachel to marry her son, but she already knows that Ramos is her heartless son, but she's still pushing in the hope that Rachel can change Ramos. But look now, Ramos instead made Rachel's life in Hell and made the girl lose everything.


“I'm sorry. I'm sorry Irina.”


Maria's cry slowly subsided. Empty look. He was so sorry for what happened. And he did not even know that his friend had gone before the creator.


“Ozawa take me to Irina's funeral. I want to meet him and apologize.” She looked at her husband with a plea.


“Iya Darling, don't cry anymore.” Ozawa rubbed his wife's cheek “I'll have the nurse open your infuse.” Reciprocity.


Ozawa takes his wife to Irina's funeral. They have not even changed their clothes because they are from Belgium directly to the Mansion and sickened in the hospital.


Ozawa went down first to open the door for his wife. She let her lover get out of the car. Maria was completely devastated, even she felt her whole life was ruined as well.


Mary looked at the tombstone bearing her friend's name. The piled up ground was still wet, this cemetery looked so new. A few days ago.


Mary fell on the wet ground, over which were sprinkled with flowers. The fragrance of the flower lurched into his sense of smell.


“IRINA.” Mary hugged the tombstone of her best friend.


“Why did you leave me so soon Irina, why? Do you know I lost you so much? I just met you but you're gone again.” The middle-aged woman did not care about her dirty clothes due to the wet soil.


“I'm sorry Irina. I have taken your daughter into the hell created by my son. Ii'm sorry. I promise I'll find your daughter. I'll take care of your daughter. I'm treating. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her again. I promise you.”


Mary remembers her youth with Mary. The two of them were like brothers who always shared in joy and sorrow. Irina is a good friend, although her life is mediocre but she does not like to ask her to always try herself to get what she wants. Mary learned a lot from her friend.


Ozawa rubbed his wife's shoulder trying to give her strength. As a husband he also felt the sadness felt by his wife.


“Honey, let's go home almost evening.” Bring along.


Maria nodded and wiped away the tears even though it was useless because it was removed it would definitely still drip again.


“Irina, I'm home huh? Rest in peace. May you be happy there with Mas Agam.” He rubbed his best friend's tombstone.


“Come Darling.”


They got back in the car. In the car window Maria stared sadly at her best friend's funeral. Friends who are always there for him even though they are separated long enough but do not make the friendship fade.


Ozawa opened his suit and placed it on Mary's body and rested her head on her chest.


‘Rachel where are you, son? Forgive Mommy Son. Sorry Mommy. Hope you're okay. Mommy promised not to let Ramos hurt you again. Mommy will look after and protect you Nak.’ Mary's mind closed her eyes to the field of Ozawa.


Until his residence the clock has shown at seven o'clock in the night. Ozawa holds his sleeping wife. It seems his wife is really exhausted. The journey is quite far and time-consuming and energy coupled with the reality that makes his wife more tired.


Heru looked at the backs of his two masters. The man took a long breath. He also did not expect the deeds of his Master.


“May Mr. Ramos be aware that Miss Rachel is a sincere woman who loves him. But for now I'm not sure if Miss Rachel will forgive Mr. Ramos. Mr. Ramos has purged the hatred of Miss.”


Heru runs his car out of Ozawa's residence. He asked Ozawa to accompany Ramos to stay in Ramos' apartment.


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