Mr. Sherkan's Cold Wife

Chapter 14 Y&A

Kallan took off his cell phone and he was sitting limp in the corner of his bed when he had just heard of the death of his mother from his sister.

"Sister...."

Still she remembered the voice vibrating Pinkan across there earlier, talking to her with 

heavy while holding back his sobs.

"Mama..."

kallan stomped his head's back against the wall many times, trying to resist his tears that were about to break.

She should have noticed that her mama was not well, their last meeting her mama looked so pale, she was staring at a wheelchair parked on one side of the room downstairs.

"Pale mom? is mama sick?"

He asked the woman who fought for him for 9 months, gave birth to herself and raised Kallan affectionately, looking at the pale face that was not as usual.

They live in separate places, Kallan rarely go home, not ready to be a successor to the company, he said, he still wants to have fun with his young life and is not willing to dwell on the world of work that will make him frustrated and crazy.

Not to mention the rumor his papa will remarry at the request of his grandfather makes Kallan increasingly away from home life.

"Just your feeling, mama's just been sleep deprived for a few nights"

"Who's wheelchair?"He frowned, staring at the wheelchair that was at the other end.

"Had a grandmother who was deliberately left here"His mother answered steadily her questions.

The man's shoulders and body trembled, he tried not to weep roaring, he was a strong man who stood upright with a stiff and firm, where it was possible to cry because of circumstances.

He tried to bite the back of his left hand, holding back the cries that kept pressing to break, his reality as strong as anything he held back was in the end his cries broke as well.

The sound of sorrow slashed the heart, breaking the silence of the night that felt unflagging.

"They're on their way from Olkhom, Russia. Tomorrow night may come to Manhattan, the day after mama's funeral"

The man tried wiping his tears with the palm of his right hand, trying to resist the vibrations on the entire surface of his body and chest, but he was unable to do so.

He suddenly missed his mother, desperately, wanting to hug her and say sorry for a million times, kissed her, rested under her feet and even kissed her feet.

"Mah.ma.ma..ma..."Like a chick who lost its grip, kallan repeatedly called out to the female who became his Main madrasa.

"You know, honey? sometimes life is not about money, responsibilities and obligations become one of the hold of a real man in his life"

"If you go, promise to live well, don't waste the life you have, don't use bad things, don't hang out with bad people, this life is a choice, not one submission, Allah SWT only follows what we want to run"

"Destiny has been outlined, but that does not mean it cannot be changed. If you want a good destiny, then the only way is to ask the Creator, because He is the one who is able to change every person's destiny. God will give good destiny as long as man is earnest in fear."

"And don't be angry if you change one destiny in your life, because there's a reason you arrive at that point, Life is fine, you love you"

Again Kallan's cry broke out, his Sturdy defense collapsed, he let the back of his head repeatedly hit the walls of his room in deep disappointment and regret.

Several times his right hand struck his chest in the silence of the night created for him.