My Husband Is a Doctor

Chapter 63

"I'm glad you want to look at Diana's grave" said Alana making Dava turn.

"Makasi ya persuaded me." said Dava

while rubbing Alana's hair.

"Yes." Yeah."

Half an hour later, Alana and Dava reached the police station.

Dava parked his car and got off.

Alana approached Dava and went inside together.

Dava and Alana walk up to the police to ask for permission. Diana's body could have been buried in her family's funeral, but unfortunately on the day that Diana was executed

diana's family, no one came.

"Excuse me sir." said Alana.

"yes, please sit down." said the police, Alana and Dava sat down.

"We're here to ask permission to go to the tomb of the prisoner who is named Diana. Three months ago he was executed" Alana said, making the policeman nod.

"What's the name?" ask the cop.

"Alana and Dava" said Dava, opening his voice.

"Alright, come with me." said the police and they both followed behind.

Alana looked at Dava who was emitting sadness in her eyes. Alana clasped Dava's hand channeling power for him.

"this is his grave." said the police and taken by Alana.

After the policeman left, Dava immediately sat in front of Diana's grave.

Aurelia diana.

That name was written on the tombstone of Diana's tomb. Dava rubbed the board while crying.

"Ana, all right there?"

"I'm sorry, I'm not there at all when you need me."

Alana held back her cries as she looked at the scene in front of her, this really made the hearts of anyone who saw her get sliced along.

"I didn't think we'd be reunited after ten years." Alana just kept quiet and didn't respond to anything.

A policeman came and grabbed Dava by the shoulder. Feeling that someone was holding, Dava looked back.

"Why sir?" dava asked, wiping his tears.

"I've been waiting three months for you. Lady Diana gave me a letter to you." The cop gave Dava an envelope.

"Thank you sir" said Dava.

After the policeman left, Dava slowly opened it. Tears kept dripping as he read the first sentence that was in the letter paper.

Hello Dav, how are you? You know, I'm really kangen. For Alana sorry, I miss your husband.

For that incident I really realized that I was doing it right now, I am not the person who means anything to you anymore. I feel like you don't need me anymore.

If you read this letter it means me

nothing, my body is nothing, but my feelings for you are still there.

Thank you for being my best friend Dav. I think it was a very short time, sorry, and I left you for no reason.

My parents separated when I was 12. I lived with my mom here for two years. When I was on my 14th birthday, Dad took me away from this country, papa ba wa I went to France.

At that time you went for a walk with your family. I was about to say goodbye but Papa can't let me meet you.

For ten years in France, no one wanted to be friends with me. Papa married Iagi when I was 17,

and after papa got married I lost my affection.

*I went to jail when I was 18 because I killed 3 people at a time.

I kill because they fuck me a lot, and I like to bully when High School*.

*That's where I get my courage from. After everything was revealed I was sentenced to 12 years in prison.

Only 5 years I was in prison, on my 23rd birthday I ran away to find you. During his imprisonment papa never came to just jenguk*.

*When I arrived in Indonesia I was very happy, I bribed people to let me work in your hospital.

When I heard you had a wife, I was looking for ways to get you married*.

However, the plan I made was wiped out when you crashed and forgot all your memories with Alana. Between sad and happy, sad because you're hurt, and happy when you remember me.

*Means the energy I cover so you don't want to be with Alana. My emotions got more and more uncontrollable as you tried to accept the fact that, Alana is your wife.

My determination not to kill was gone by then. I had an ambition to get you and I ended up going into the same hole*.

Oh yeah, you've been taking care of mutilation victims in your hospital, right? The one who killed him was me.

*Maybe enough for all those stories, I just wanted to say.

- Be happy, Dav, I'm glad your son is safe.

If only that day... Ah, let's forget*.

-*Jaga Alana yes Dav, take care of your cute child. If I have a chance I will stop by your dreams hehe.

- I love you, this time as a friend*.

***Happy Dava Son of Mahesa.

Farewell from, Diana***.

Dava cried after reading the letter, so did Alana.

"Goodway Diana.”