My Secretary Is My Wife

The Feeling of Loss Within

Alenta put down the bunch of flowers he had brought earlier. His eyes were still fixed on the gravestone bearing Talita's name. It still seemed to be in disbelief that the girl who made a rebuke and kept calling him big brother was no longer in this world. If you can be honest, Alenta actually regretted what happened. This is how life is, all can not be guessed how it will end.

Alenta rubbed Talita's nameplate, not feeling his tears fall by itself. He feels guilty for contributing to the burden on his stepbrother, he has also heard stories from Nick that Talita was the one who helped him when he Alenta passed out a few days ago.

" Talita, I'm sorry. " Alenta's tears started to flow.

" I know I'm selfish for being too concerned with hatred and pain in my heart, because that's the only thing that can make me survive by hating you. I know I shouldn't hate you, so I'm sorry. I can't understand you, because I can't even do it. You love your sister, don't you? Then I will treat him well, I will try to love him even though I do not promise whether the affection I have will be as big as your love or not. "

Nick rubbed Alenta's back while holding the umbrella they used to protect the days of the rain that soaked the earth.

" We're going home, baby? Until here first, the rain has gotten heavier. Next time we come again, take Damar. " Alenta nodded, immediately he docked to Nick, and Nick hugged Alenta's waist.

Have a long sleep, my brother. Relax there, if there is a second life for us, hopefully you and I can be two people who love each other.

Alenta follows Nick's footsteps, leading him away from Talita's grave. Alenta turned around. He looked over at Talita again, looking like Talita's shadow in the midst of the torrential rain, he smiled and waved. Alenta returned a tearful look, and looked forward ignoring it as he was sure it was just his hallucination.

***

Mr. Baskoro sat on the floor of Talita's room while staring blankly. He could not believe that Talita was no longer in this world, all the way to the cemetery he always prayed in his heart for his daughter to wake up, smiling. But even until it was buried his daughter never woke up. Lost his hope for life after not getting a confession from Alenta. He seemed to have lost two princesses who took away all his desire to briefly survive standing on the land of the earth and enjoying life.

The day had begun to afternoon, but Mr. Baskoro still could not escape from his sadness. Rahayu's mother was also the same, she became more sad because of her husband's words that would soon leave her. Maybe she could be a little stronger if her husband was around, but who would strengthen her? There's not even anyone around him right now.

Mr. Baskoro got up slowly, he was running two completely powerless legs to get into his room. I don't know what Rahayu did, she doesn't care at all. He grabbed a suitcase, put in all the clothes his hands could reach. Whether it has been roared like what his wife is, in fact the tears that flooded the face of Mother Rahayu did not in the least make the heart of Mr. Baskoro Iba like before. Yes, the man lost his heart, he lost his empathy as if numbness was so strong.

Bruk!

After tired of roaring did not get a response from Mr. Baskoro, he also began to give up once his hands were kept by Mr. Baskoro until at last he again fell unconscious. Still unconcerned, Mr. Baskoro dragged out his suitcase and went out of the house. While he sighed, he looked for the whereabouts of Damar who had been invisible. He pulled out his phone, called several times but got no answer, and in the end he decided to send a message that he was waiting for Damar at their restaurant.

At Nick and Alenta's house.

Damar sat down with a blank look after changing clothes with Nick's clothes that looked oversized. He didn't talk when he got there. Nick and Alenta actually want to reprimand, but Ivi suggests letting Damar go until he feels calmer.

" Dear, he's dumb-eyed, aren't you tired? " Nick said in astonishment.

Alenta sighed. Not knowing what to say, their great-grandfather and great-grandfather had already died when Nick was two years old, his family was also still complete now so he did not know what it was like to lose.

Nick swallowed his own saliva. Why did the conversation go there?

" Yes, we just clumsy clumsy every day, sometimes also early in the morning at night, not tired dawn huh? "

Duh! Wanting to hit Nick's head, he could even talk about strange things at this time.

" Have you prepared food for Damar? " Task Alenta to Nick.

" It seems like. "

" Yes, I got drunk for Damar. He looks very pale. "

" I am just baby! " Nick immediately stopped Alenta, and he quickly walked into the kitchen.

" It's honey, I'm taking it to him? " Tanya Nick while showing a look that is side by side of rice and side dishes, as well as vegetables, there is also warm tea to drink.

" No! Take it to the patrol post! " Cause Alenta.

Nick smiled funny, in his heart he felt happy because Alenta did not look sad anymore like a while ago. Understandably, since Alenta's pregnancy became more fierce than before.

" Damar, eat first huh? " Say Nick while putting a tray of food on a table near Damar.

The teenager forced his smile, but the deep sadness was still so evident from the look in his eyes. Nick does not know, the rope he does not want to know, and he refuses to think about what it is like to be left by loved ones by death. But Nick also understands very well that it must be very heavy and not everyone can afford to let it go in a short time.

" Damar, your brother loves you, doesn't he? He definitely doesn't want you to be sad like this, he'll want you to eat a lot, be a healthy, strong and smart kid. So try to eat, you're very pale. "

Damar stared at the plate of food, his hands trembling reaching for the food-side plate but fortunately he was strong holding it. He directed the mouthful of food into his mouth. Tasty, but he even became more reminded of Talita and was able to hold back crying longer.

As Nick approached, he grabbed Damar and patted him on the back several times. Alenta, a figure who had been so indifferent to his new family his father was also unable to hate Damar who seemed to suffer so much. Alenta walked over but he had already wiped his tears. Alenta took the plate from Damar's hand, and prepared it to Damar.

" Eat ya? The cuisine is obviously delicious, but I know your ailing heart refuses to swallow this food. Try to swallow it slowly, right? "

Seriate.