Queen the Ruler

Funeral

The crying accompanied the journey to the homeland. Alfat really felt this was all a dream. His struggle to accompany his wife healed ended this very second. Slowly he massaged his forehead feeling an excruciating pain.

“Partra, this is not true right? I was just a dream. You're not really leaving, Cit. We'll still be together. We'll live together until old age, dear.” It's hard to believe that my beloved wife will leave him forever.

Singapore Indonesia trip finally drove Alfat to his residence. Even the news of the suffering was heard so quickly. Many people have welcomed the arrival of Alfat at that time.

An ambulance stopped in the yard. The first person to greet Alfat was the Queen.

“Al, so sorry? May the image calm there. He no longer feels pain.” Just a nod of the head that Alfat could give to the woman by his side.

Feeling the many pairs of eyes that looked, the Queen slowly left Alfat. He doesn't want to be the talk of people.

The funeral was also held that day. All went well, Alfat just silently looked at the corpse of the wife who was slowly covered by the ground. The only way he can do it right now.

“Queen, keep your attitude!” Raul's touch on the child sitting next to him.

Instead of obeying, the Queen ignored. He played his cell phone quietly.

At least he thought all this time he was the one who helped Alfat and Citra a lot. He showed himself to be good. Now it's time to reach out to this widower.

Well, the Queen will have Alfat without waiting any longer.

“I love Alfat sincerely, Cit. Then let me have it. Be kind with me.” murmured the Queen.

“Do not be a bad woman. This is not yet a funeral, already want a plan to take the husband of people.” chirpsnya who only in reply scorned by the Queen.

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“Al, let's go home. It's raining soon. Citra has been sleeping quietly there.” After the funeral, everyone went back to their own place.

It was only the Queen who accompanied Alfat at the funeral at this time. They sat staring at the gravestone that read the name of Citra there.

Tear drops from both eyes Alfat it was difficult he stopped. It was heartless to leave his wife in his own tomb.

“Why did you leave so soon, dear? How can I sleep in the house while you're here cold in the ground. I'm really sick of seeing this, Cit. Why do you live like this?”

Only a scream in the heart could Alfat give at this moment. While the Queen faithfully rubbed the back of the idol.

Without both of them realizing from another angle, Raul's figure shook his head in frustration at the behavior of the child.

“Seeing your son, people are still grieving his work is sticking.” he said was not out of thought with the reckless capital of the Queen.

Not accepting to hear the words of the husband, Eris was evasive. “That's your son too. More to you. You are always on top. Means dominant to you.” Not to lose. Raul opened his eyes.

Long enough the Queen persuaded Alfat until finally the man agreed to leave the tomb of the wife. Although the steps he moved felt very heavy leaving Citra there.