Mr. Sherkan's Cold Wife
Chapter 16 Y&A
Funeral xxxxxxx
Manhattan.
All mourners are seen starting to disperse themselves after the funeral is over, prayers are finished in the voices while Kallan still survives in his position.
The man no longer let out his cries, he had been doing it since last night, crying in his loss and destruction, he said, feeling the soft bowels of the earth that he had stepped on since he first heard the news of his mother's death.
His tears had dried up and he was able to bring his cries again on this day, in fact men are required to be strong in front of everyone, so mockery if crying in front of a crowd, choose to stand firm and proud behind the mind that sometimes hurt.
The man is always forced to be strong in many circumstances and from various positions, while the true woman has a soft and smooth heart, easy to cry in all conditions and situations.
Kallan let out a heavy sigh, slowly closing his eyeballs for some time, he smelled the scent of new earth and various kinds of flowers behind his nose at this moment.
The man was tired and fragile with no one beside him.
He could see Pinkan, his younger sister passed out due to circumstances, brought by other family members, he said, her grandmother pursues the steps following her younger sister's position while her grandfather is seen moving slowly away from there followed by her step-aunt and step-cousin.
The man remained silent where someone stood right on his right side, still faithfully accompanying him.
His papa, Yash Khalid, was seen not departing from his mama's funeral, pecking at the fresh and wet mound of earth filled with various kinds of flowers on top of him.
They choose not to talk for some time, preoccupied with thoughts that wander somewhere.
In the end Kallan chose to move, choosing not to greet anyone around him including his papa, the usual thing done by family members who were stricken with calamity, they struggled to sadness without wanting to talk.
The man beside Kallan continued to move following him, letting Kallan drift in his current thinking, which Kallan could see down the street with a blank look straight ahead.
Long enough time passed until at last suddenly Kallan's eyeballs stared at one familiar figure that he so longed for at the end there.
I don't know how many months they've never met again, the girl seems to disappear from her life, deliberately avoiding her and severing herself unilaterally
She really misses Alessia.
Kallan's eyeballs move on his right side.
Her papa?!.
Kallan clearly scrunched his forehead.
"What's this?"
The man's head was filled with big question marks.
"Is there something I don't know?"
Kallan asked the man next to him.
"She was the wife of Hana's choice to Mr. Khalid"
Answer the man slowly.
Hearing the answer of the man beside her immediately made Kallan round his eyeballs, he immediately turned to look at the man with his surprise.
"What?"
Ask the guy quickly.
"They got married a few months ago before the mistress died"
Imagine how Kallan felt hearing the man's words.
"What did you say?"
Her question was withholding the rumble on her chest.
