My husband, my brother-in-law

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Today Diandra will go to the city where he was born to completely solve all the strange problems that he fled a few months ago.

Yesterday he was also in the airport, but he resigned because of Al's request to ask him to come see the man propose to his best friend, Naya. And Diandra gladly accepted it. Naya has become an important part of her life even though she has not known each other for a long time.

At exactly 4 pm, Diandra again set foot in the city full of memories and also full of wounds. Many times he sighed as if strengthening himself to do all this.

"You can Di.kamu just have to finish everything as soon as possible and get back to your life". Diandra murmured up to his determination which was honestly not entirely sure what he was going to do.

His first goal was not the home he grew up in. But a public funeral park not far from his home. Because his brother was buried there.

" Please wait, sir, I'll pay more later". The taxi driver smiled and nodded.

Slowly his feet stepped into the cemetery, getting deeper into the cemetery area. His feelings are getting more and more uncertain.

"Neng Dian???". Diandra turned his head, finding a middle-aged man approaching her.

Diandra smiled seeing the man who used to be his teacher there as well. Yes, only the man and his wife called themselves Dian.

" Mang Mail..how are you??". Diandra kissed the back of the man's hand.

"Alhamdulillah good neng.kabar neng how oruh?? Mamang meuni long time no see neng Dian". Diandra smiled bitterly at the Mail sir's question.

" Sian works out of Mang town.." The man called Mail just nodded.

"You want to go to Dea's tomb??". Diandra nodded quickly. Lucky he met the Mail mang, so he did not have to bother looking for the grave of the brother.

" Mama among ya.." Diandra nodded enthusiastically.

Diandra's view was increasingly blurred when his steps were getting closer to the mound of land that was still not too dry. A wooden headstone bearing the name of the brother that increasingly makes his legs seem powerless.

"Here's neng.." Diandra looked at the Mang Mail with a bitter smile. Even just to say thank you, his voice seemed unable to get out.

"Mamang stay first yes.mamang sure, neng Dian son sholehah, strong child, good and forgiving child.mamang believe in the same neng". Diandra just nodded. His eyes grew increasingly blurry due to the pressure of tears that had filled his eyelids.

The body that he had been trying to maintain finally collapsed also beside the grave of the brother. His trembling hand slowly lifted stroking the wooden tombstone. For a long time he was silent in his cries, continuing to stroke the gravestone bearing the name Deanita.

" Sister..." Lirih Diandra with tears that had fallen and wet his face after a long silence and looked at the mound of land half wet.

"Why brother??".

" I don't really want my sister to leave". Diandra continued to stroke Dea's headstone.

"I'm not really serious about everything I say".

"I've even tried to let go of everything that happened even though I haven't fully been able to. But I'm trying, brother.."

"Why did my sister leave?? I just need a few more seconds, brother.."

"Is it all because of my request??". Diandra continued to sob, While the sky was getting darker. As if knowing that Diandra was so devastated, she had hoped that her mother would lie about the news of her brother's death. But it turns out that everything is real. Her brother is really gone.

" Why God.why should brother". Diandra. Looking at the sky that was spilling water, as if understanding that Diandra was feeling very sad.

"Why do you do what I want. Why did you leave.."

"Sister shouldn't have followed me".

Diandra continued to fumble, repeatedly cursing himself for the crazy words he delivered to his brother right before he left the house.

Really Diandra did not know this sick will be left by his brother. If he knew, he would never have said it and asked Deanita to die so that he would be happy. The proof is now, instead of happy, Diandra just destroyed.

Even Diandra did not realize that since then there was a pair of eagle eyes that continued to watch him with his shoulder face.

It has been an hour, the sky is getting darker and the rain has not subsided. The body that was tired after a long trip, and also continued to be hit by rain since then made Diandra finally collapsed and fainted. Making someone who had been watching him gasp to see Diandra faint.

"God!! In...!!"

With a single move, the man raised the unconscious body of Diandra and carried her into his car. While the taxi driver that Diandra asked to wait had already left after being told by the man who now brought Diandra.

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Diandra blinked his eyes several times, adjusting the exact lighting of his eyes. After his eyes opened, he circulated his gaze throughout the room.

The room was no stranger to him. Yeah, this is his room. A room full of memories at home that is also full of memories. But how? The last thing he remembered was when he cried at the grave of his brother.

"Non..non is conscious? Thank goodness.." Diandra stared at the door. There is a Tun mbok carrying a tray containing tea that still emits smoke.

"Review slowly non.." Mbok Tun put down his tray and helped Diandra who was about to lean her body on the head of the bed.

"Still a non dizzy??". Diandra nodded as she stomped her temple. His head felt throbbing and his eyes felt swollen. Maybe because I cried too long.

" Drink first, non.."

"Thank you mbok.maaf ngerepotin mbok Tun.." The old woman just smiled.

"Mbok get me a meal ya non.." Diandra shook his head, indeed he had no naf to eat at all at this time.

Before long the sound of a baby crying made Diandra's forehead wrinkle. She forgot that her sister was pregnant at the time. Maybe it was the baby's voice.

"Before non.take a look at the baby non Dea first.." Diandra just nodded and looked at the back that looked like it was starting to move away.

Diandra looked at his body, his clothes had changed. His suitcase was also open in the corner of the room. Maybe mbok Tun replaced it.

After almost 15 minutes, the sound of the baby's crying was not getting smaller but was getting louder. Curious, Diandra Slowly got out of her bed and came out to see why the baby was still crying.

From between the doors of his room, Diandra saw that Tun was holding a baby. While the man who once filled his heart was trying to calm the tiny baby, even with his parents.

"Why grisly why ma.kok tumben fussy". Faintly Diandra heard Abi's complaint.

" Mama doesn't know. The body is not hot either.dikasih milk also does not want". Mama Dita looks just as confused.

"Kasep why kok fuss.this is the same symbok casep.." Mbok Tun looks to wiggle a small body in his arms that still continues to cry.

Unable to bear the sound of the baby crying, Diandra finally came out to make everyone surprised. So far Diandra really likes children. Hearing a cry that never subsides makes it unbearable.

"Try with me mbok.." Diandra took over the tiny body from a sling of Tun mbok. After making sure that the tiny body was safe in his presence, Diandra took a bottle from Abi's hand that was pecking at him.

Without caring for everyone's dumb-ass face, Diandra carried the tiny body of her sister's baby away and re-entered her room.

It did not take long, not even two minutes the baby's cry was no longer heard.

Intrigued, both Diandra's parents and Abi peeked out from between the doors of Diandra's room. They wondered what Diandra was doing to make the baby quiet for a short period of time.

The corner of his third lip was lifted to see Diandra who was still holding the body of the Dea child, petting him affectionately while gently patting the baby's tat pan.

"Even your son knows that he is in the arms of his future mother." mama Dita cried to see Diandra still want to hold the baby from her brother after what they had all done to him.

"Would he want us to hurt him too deeply. I'm not sure he wants to.."