
The sunlight that burst into the senses of sight of the beautiful 27-year-old woman made her eyes blink, blinking,he who comes to the resting place of man for the last time is enjoying his day with the husband who is now in a different realm with him.
The headstone that says Arya Satya Hermawan it is gently swiped, as if it will be afraid if it will whimper in pain if it is too excessive.
He began to pray, wishing his beloved husband a beautiful place with good and faithful people at His side.
Every Sunday morning she must have come to the tomb not far from the residence of her husband's parents, she was never absent except, when she was the arrival of monthly guests only.
The man he knew in a short time, directly proposed to him when their courtship was only 3 months.At that time Salwa the beautiful woman of Javanese-Betawi descent just graduated from college.
Satya the nickname of the Man is the owner of a cafe where Salwa and her friends often spend time, the people who see Salwa for the first time immediately fall in love at first sight.
But unfortunately, destiny is not able to unite them even though the legitimate word has been said.even the reception that has been planned was changed with tahlillan event for Satya.
Salwa who was injured about the departure of the husband until now he was not even thought to get married again, because he was afraid if remarrying the events of Satya that are still very imprinted on his mind will be repeated.
" It's noon, Salwa go home first yes, tomorrow Salwa come again, Salwa,she rubbed a tombstone with the name of her husband.Salwa began to stand and take a small chair, always on loan the tomb guard for her.
" Dar sir, here's the chair and this is for Rio ? " Salwa handed him the chair along with the small envelope he always carried.
" Geez mba Salwa, always this is not necessary mba Salwa." Mr. Dar refused, not without reason Salwa has done it too often.
" No matter what Mr. Dar,rezeki Mr.Salwa also took the old hand and handed the envelope containing money to the middle-aged man who became a clean mausoleum cleaner who was always good to Salwa.
" Thank you Salwa, may Salwa soon get a mate back." Salwa just smiled.
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In a cafe that is increasingly crowded because of the performance of the wife who is now a flower widow there is a debate between the same man and woman who do not want to budge, just because of trivial problems.
" Eh, Jack I was !"
" I was first !" the man named Jack kept pushing the woman next to him away.
Salwa who had just come and saw the two friends arguing until they were sad just because the absence problem was approaching and whispered in the middle of them.
" You guys I'm marrying.!" Salwa Whisper.
" Ogah !! " they spontaneously drifted away from each other.
Salwa who saw that was instantly stupefied." It's just a matter of this kinda storm, no wonder me." Salwa immediately dodged and walked towards her room.
" Jack the man immediately pressed Tool absent and walked after Salwa as well as Salwa's good friend from their time is still snot until now their age has grown.
" It's good, in this same mate of a flea, where my husband went." Yanti Salwa's.
" Whoa, your insults actually fall on my self-esteem Yan !" Jack cried, not afraid, but Yanti just laughed out loud as well as Salwa.
" If you don't want to be ledek continue, look for a girlfriend there, let's do it." Yanti and Salwa said together.
If it had been this way, Jack would have kicep he could not fight the two women lambe turah.
" Not unwilling, jomblo is my choice, not not my choice." Resenting.
" It always is." Said Salwa, the age of how old Jack, already deserve to know have a wife !" Salwa Seru.
Jack hit his mouth straight away, "The mouth doesn't have a brake." Benak.
Salwa just shook her head, the boisterous debate of friends and subordinates ended after the chef in the kitchen did not find the head of the kitchen that turned out to still be encouraging in the room of the boss.
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Afternoon accompanied by red twilight in the western horizon, now changed with the concentration of the night.If the other cafe owners may have been at home and handed the work to their employees, but not with Salwa.
As long as he took over the cafe which was built from scratch by Satya the husband, he never once went home first, but he will go home after the cafe closes at 11 p.m.
" Sal, I'm first, right ? " Yanti.
" Okay Yan," Salwa gave her thumbs up.
" The cafe closes straight home, watch out don't fall asleep again, I don't want to, again delicious in disturbing the attached mak." Salwa laughed loudly because she knew exactly who Mak Lampir was.
After saying goodbye Yanti who had been picked up by her beloved husband directly to the cafe parking lot.As Jack he always went home with Salwa, sometimes if it was too late, Jack also drove Salwa to his home.
" Aghh ! " Salwa spread both hands up after berjibaku with numbers that make his eyes seem to rotate.
The cafe that used to be in Satya stub is just an ordinary millennial cafe, but in the hands of Salwa this cafe penetrates into a restaurant.
Not for a moment Salwa can make this cafe her husband developed to what he is now, it took almost 5 years Salwa fought with Bima brother, Bima brother,even the vacant land next to the cafe can buy Salwa to expand his cafe into a restaurant like this.
She always felt that after her husband's death she had to be the backbone for Satya's family after her father-in-law was stoked and unable to work again,Salwa increasingly intending her heart to continue to fight so that her husband's family does not run out of income.
" Tok Tok "
" Login ! "
Jack opened the door and entered Salwa's room, "this is the recap of Salwa's employees' salaries.
" I'm not mommy yet, call madam." Salwa Seru.
" Yes, it's a menir." Fuckin ! " Salwa.Jack said with a crisp laugh, as soon as the cake.
Salwa started reading jack's work and checking every detail." Okay Jack," Jack smiled, as usual his performance was always good.
If Salwa and Jack are still discussing work in this late time,different things with a man who is actually in his GYM room to find calmness and turn the calories in his body into sweat that always adds a sexy impression that is always attached inside himself.
Muscle muscles in his abdomen indicate that he is a man who takes care of his body, This 22-year-old man is a CEO in his father's company engaged in advertising and large-scale printing.
Who does not know ART MEDIA, the advertising company that has always been the rule of entrepreneurs and government officials.
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