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The sky seemed to mourn, beautiful twilight hid his throne. Black clouds decorated the sky, depicting deep sorrow among the group of people below.

No sobs, no roars. All of them only choose with determination, but that does not mean not to be sad. In each heart felt the pain of this separation, but their sincerity made all more able to hold back tears.

"Abang is calm now, brother is happy on his side. Qi is sorry brother and will always love brother. Sorry Qi also ya bang." Syauqi crouched down right next to Pasha's tombstone, her lips smiling beautifully and a bucket of white roses she placed there.

Everyone who witnessed it was only able to bow their heads. How tender Syauqi's heart is, and how much Pasha's love knows about it.

"I'm sorry, too, Pash, maybe my presence in Syauqi's life worsens your relationship with him. I will promise to love and love Syauqi as sincere as my heart. I will also let our daughter's son call you papa, as my gratitude for taking care of and loving Syauqi so deeply." Muttered Luthfi who was crouching next to Syauqi. He was sincere about this even though he knew that Pasha had hurt his future wife.

The shauqi who heard clearly what Luthfi was muttering beside him was only able to sigh softly. So lucky he was surrounded by people with a heart full of warmth. He was so grateful for that.

"Papa handsome, even though still handsome Ghi. Happy there, we will all always pray for your handsome father. And remember, handsome papa never feel lonely because we will always visit. If anyone doesn't come, okay." Ghifa suddenly made a sound while putting a white rose from which he got it.

And what ? He called Pasha a handsome papa ?? Yes, Ghifa has been briefed by Luthfi about the call to Pasha as a sign of his gratitude.

Hearing how sincere in every sentence Ghifa spoke, Rania and Rudi smiled faintly. How grateful they are, when his son made a mistake that was so fatal, but still surrounded by people with sincerity that is very deep.

Their only hope was one, his son was happy there. Thousands of apologies have been poured out for her even sincere prayers flowed just like that. Now both hearts are relieved.

It was getting late in the afternoon, everyone went back to their homes. And tonight, everyone returns to the Nugraha residence to pray for the passing of Pasha.

Not only close family and friends, Luthfi Family and Naraya also attended the Nugraha house.

"Mas, I'll let you go to Pasha's room for a second. There is something I want to take, said Aunt Rania there is a parcel from Pasha for me." Syauqi permission to Luthfi, however, he has become a prospective wife of people is not good if at any time entered the room of another man even though the other man was deceased.

Lutfi nodded. "Go, if something makes you sad, say it immediately." Ucaonya with a thin smile to calm the heart of Syauqu who he knows is currently in a bad state.

Arriving there, he immediately opened the door to the end of the closet, in accordance with what Rania had shown.

Inside the closet there is a large box with white ribbon. Slowly Syauqi took him to sit on the side of the bed and began to open it.

"What a beautiful picture." Syauqi smiled, even though his heart ached.

The glass frame inside is a typical bird portrait of merauke island, and there is a small inscription that it was the first portrait for Pasha with satisfactory results.

Who would not be stunned by the beauty of the fur, and especially for a photographer like Syauqi who always appreciate any kind of moment immortalized in the form of images.

After being satisfied to see it, Syauqi turned to the letter that was also in the box.

"I'm sorry, brother, but the way my brother ngusir Shazia is wrong bang. My brother not only hurt me but also him. And again, I don't know my brother. Why did you also make Shazia like now, she can't walk anymore bang." Syauqi closed his eyes, it felt like all the drama that the mother had always watched. The letter he held now seemed to sing all the events according to the facts.

"Oh my God, what other reality is this." Again he breathed a rough breath.

What he is going through, and what destiny he is living. Everything feels so unreal, all just like a drama scenario.

The Pasha seduced by Shazia, and the Pasha who rejected Shaiza by force. Pasha who loves him so deeply that it hurts Shazia so as not to ruin his happiness again. And now Pasha is no longer with her in this world

Syauqi rubbed his face roughly, then stepped away leaving the room with a restless mind. But when he opened the door, there was Shazia who blocked his path.

"Wait the fuck.."