Rosie Sanders!

Two Degree

Time never waits, it passes like an order. Today a pair of sons of men will keep a solemn promise before witnesses and a book of Our Saints. Hearing a question from a pastor about mental readiness and faith in building a married life.

Nathan's true bead was clear, now flushed withholding a happy cry. The handsome man was waiting for the bride who walked towards him while in flops by a man who was no less handsome than him. The future father-in-law, Harland Pratama.

Mishy walked like a slow motion towards the groom, who was waiting for him with a burning heart. Tucked into an unusual feeling when staring at the happy ripple on the face of the prospective husband. Some sort of hard thing to describe.

Yet again, with firm conviction of heart, Mishy stepped in without a single speck of hesitation. Smile as wide as her happiness, Mishy showed her to the bride-to-be.

Arriving in front of the blessing altar, for a moment Mishy was silent, breathing as much oxygen as he filled his entire chest cavity. Today will bring about a major change in her life, a bond that will change everything. And he was ready for all, as well as his beloved son. Who is now staring at her from the front seat, to be a witness to the happiness of the beloved mother.

The sacred process goes full hikmad, until the arrival of the reception that was held in a best hotel in the city. The hotel belongs to Harland Pratama, the bride's father.

The night created so much happiness, laughter, small talk and constant congratulations from the invited guests. Which is said along with the prayer embedded in her, for the two bride who are happy.

It was a great night for the whole family. The night will be remembered as history for the Pratama family and Roy Pradipta family.

The smiles of Nathan and Mishy never escaped, both of them continued to spread perfect happiness in front of the invited guests. The smile of millions of reliefs because the end can be united in a bond, which will not be separated by man other than the will of the Creator.

Until the loud sounds of the eruption distract everyone. Before the panic hit, everyone was glued to their respective places. Misy felt the grip on her finger begin to weaken. The woman turned to the man who just a few hours ago officially became her husband.

Nathan's smile was so sweet and warm. An unforgettable goodbye smile. Until the sturdy body fell to the floor of the pelaminan, then Mishy realized. If her husband has been shot. The woman immediately acts as a first aid effort, but in fact, God loves her husband more than his affection for the man.

Guests began to be hit by overwhelming panic, fortunately the security team worked quickly to overcome the upcoming riots. Everyone in the direction will head to their respective VIP rooms as the safest place for a while.

Treading from the position of the husband standing at that time, then the shooter must be from the nearest direction from where they stand. And look at how someone with a firearm can escape such tight security. That means that the person is the closest person to him. People who would not be suspected as people with evil intentions.

Resy? One name that was immediately embedded perfectly in Mishy's mind. The woman's hand was clenched tightly, one hand clasping Nathan's cold fingers. In his face a face that has been perfectly closed, yet so peaceful. Did Nathan already feel his premonition, whether the man could have guessed the ending of his life. Mishy's heart was like a dagger.

Once in the hospital, doctors only do formalities. The patient is no longer able to make an effort for his life. The shot hit right in his heart, if it misses a little, it may still be medically done.

Roy was sitting limp in the waiting chair in the arms of his wife. Rasty held back her sobbing when she saw her husband go silent without any reaction. He knows the pain of his loss, what else is the loss of a child. A parent who looks fine when he or she loses a child is not human. No matter how fresh, there was a point where they would be extremely fragile and desperate.

Mishy's? The poor woman had to bear two titles at once in one day. Being a wife follows being a widow in staying dead by her husband.

There was no first night, no buttoning drama of the wedding dress, no awkwardness in the bridal room. All just wishful thinking, all like a dream during the day. Mishy wasn't as lucky as the other brides. The woman had to dress herself, replacing her with a mourning dress. The woman had to fall back asleep in the solitude of a cold long night, without the warm embrace of a husband's sturdy arm. The woman will return in silence without anyone greeting her as wife in the morning.

What a definition of a real poor woman. Women who look as firm as a coral, but very fragile inside. The woman who chose to cry in silence without someone knowing how deep her grief was.

The sobbing of family members led to the departure of the bridegroom who had been stiffened in the casket. The man who still looks very handsome in his white coat. The suit that Mishy made with his own two hands, as a wedding gift for his husband.

Now it is used to take her husband's departure to the eternal house. Things Mishy never imagined. No one calls her Lily anymore, no one calls her mommy Miguel. Because the owner of the call, it's gone.

Little specks accompanied the grief of the two families left behind. Mishy was still at home in front of her husband's belly button. Hugging a picture frame showing a handsome portrait of Nathan Pradipta.

The name engraved on Nissan made Mishy's heart ache many times. Only the puffy eyes with the black girth swelled up, which signified that the woman's suffering was so deep and unfathomable. Never a single drop of Mishy dropped her tears in front of anyone. But everyone knows, if the great woman, chose to cry at the end of a dark night mourning the departure of her husband alone.