Mothers

186 Lamentations Frans

"What you plant, that's what you reap! Now you can only regret and wail fate, right!" continued doctor Agam with his cynical smile.

In front of Marva's body, Vio could only sit still with tears streaming down.

Marva, it seems like you really intend to leave me. Wh why? Should you be this cruel to me? Marva, why do you have to leave me this way?

Vio pondered in his tears, now that he was officially a widow. What's he gonna do next?

Radhi and Raine are still in the hospital, their condition is not good either.

Frans, and Carles, just sit still. Doctors were always behind them, just in case something bad happened to Frans, Carles, or Delia.

They have now lost the pride of the Arthuro family. The Marva they were always proud of, the Marva who would replace Carles, is gone. Who will they give up their next responsibility to?

What about Radhi?

But he's still too small.

Or on Arby, Ikmal, Marcell or Vian?

They also have responsibilities to their families, what should be burdened again?

Frans breathed many times. In his old age, he should be able to enjoy it calmly.

What happened was just the opposite!

Many sneered at him, thinking he was an evil and arrogant old man.

He doesn't care, what matters to him is his family.

Frans recalled the incident a few years ago. When Marva was still not married to Vio. A huge quarrel occurred back then, leaving the Arthuro family in turmoil, and the impact is still felt to this day.

Given that, made Frans' chest feel tight. Her tears fell, Frans could only cry bitterly without a sound.

She then remembered Rei, the girl she had offered to be Marva's second wife.

Frans stared in the distance Rei who was still scolded by Delia. He looked at Rei's face, despite the great distance

Her great-grandchildren are still in the hospital, not knowing that her father is no more. How are they supposed to explain all this to Radhi and Raine?

His great-grandson was very close to Marva. They often go together, spending only three hours.

Arby, Ikmal, Marcell and Vian remained silent. Those who were usually violent and mocked each other, now like a gloomy mannequin. No cheerfulness, no chafing.

They are cousins, but they are like siblings. Sharing stories and complaints.

Secrets and small things that are not important.

The house feels crowded. A lot of big families are there.

Monic, Letta and Zilda were also silent. Why does suffering always come? Wasn't it enough sadness that happened when something bad happened to Freya?

Marva is ready to be taken to the funeral. Arby, Ikmal, Marcell and Vian lifted the coffin to take it to the ambulance.

The footsteps were heavy, heavy to carry Marva to her final resting place.

They arrived at the funeral. The moist soil had already been dug up, the tomb board was ready.

Arby, Marcell, Vian and Ikmal enter the burrow to get Marva's body into her small new home.

They bite their lips and hold their cries.

Now we can no longer share, Marva. Rest in peace. May you meet your true angel of paradise!

"No! Don't put Marva in there! He'll be tight! He'll be cold! Marva was just sleeping for a while, and then she woke up again! Don't enter Marva! Don't enter Marva! No!"

Nay!

Nay!

Nay!