SECOND CHANCE: Grandpa's Choice Wife

Travelling

Households need a solid and strong foundation like a building.

If only one element is forgotten, then of course it will be fragile. Foundations such as trust, trust, responsibility and understanding and understanding each other are essential to a relationship.

Then, to be more beautiful, of course, it takes love and affection. Love without affection is just a pseudo-fusion. Because love and compassion are a unity that cannot be separated.

However, all of these things were not obtained by Almira. Because of her matchmaking and mother's sense of Grandpa Hadi, she was forced to enter the world of young master Sanjaya, which she had never thought of before. He was forced to adapt to circumstances he never imagined. It's hard ! it is very difficult ! but Almira had already entered, and inevitably had to accept the reality of his destiny.

While Husain went to Grandpa's room in a hurry. Almira was still struggling to strengthen her heart, and trying to understand her husband's volatile nature. He has chosen this path, so whatever happens he still has to be strong to step up.

Here comes Husain now.

In front of that VVIP room, he started to see a doctor coming out of there. Husain immediately approached him.

"Doctor ! How's Grandpa doing?" ask her with a worried tone. The doctor looked at Husain with misty eyes. He himself still seemed to be trembling. He hesitated and was afraid to tell the truth.

Seeing the doctor who was only silent with a look of disappointment, Husain began to lose patience.

"Say, what's going on?" Husain shouted while shaking the doctor. His eyes reddened, his eyes sharpened as if he could drown anyone in front of him.

"Sir, we've tried our best. Forgive us, God wills another." said the doctor with a tremble.

Doctors and other nurses who were near Husain, they just looked down not dare to talk let alone look at him.

"Say, this is all a lie!" Husain shouted in disbelief.

He looked at them one by one, the doctors and nurses who were there. However, silence. None of them answered. No need to ask anymore, everything is clear. Husain had not even seen it for the last time.

"Acci ... !" Husain shouted, frustrated. He kicked whatever was around him, before finally stepping into the grandfather's room. He stepped with a trembling body.

While Almira had heard their conversation earlier, she closed her mouth tightly with both hands. His cry broke again, he sat leaning against the wall while continuing to sob. He did not expect that this soon Grandpa would leave. The person who has recently given color and affection, now lives a memory. Life and death are inevitable. It cannot be predicted or predicted. All we can do as human beings is accept reality. Which belongs to him, it should go back to him.

After quite satisfied crying, the weak Almira tried to stand with the remnants of her strength. She walked slowly to follow her husband. He held the door and opened it slowly. The first thing she saw was her husband's sobs while tightly hugging grandfather's body. Almira ventured to approach him, with tears occasionally dripping down.

Just about to arrive, Husain who noticed his arrival stared at him sharply.

"Are you satisfied now? hah ... tell me, are you satisfied!" husain shouted loudly. It was as if Almira was guilty of this. The look of disappointment was clearly visible in his eyes. He continued to blame Almira who knew nothing.

"Master, don't be like this. I also lost ... I lost ...!" Almira was crying, her lips and voice were shaking. Showing clearly that the woman was no less hit.

She dared to embrace her husband. Although initially accepted the rejection, but Almira did not despair. He tried to hold her tightly. Unknowingly, Husayn fell into the arms of his wife. The crying broke out there. He even forgot his ego. He felt that embrace was the most comfortable place to spill all his pain. Almira hugged her tightly, while occasionally gently rubbing her husband's head. She did not care about her wet clothes, she ignored everything as long as she could help ease her husband's burden.

For now, this is what Husain needs. Someone for him to lean on. And that was Almira.

At the funeral

Although in a state of mourning, the two people still look harmonious. Husayn and Almira wore matching black clothes that had been prepared by the maid. Almira's hair, which was covered in scarves and her puffy eyes, did not take away the natural beauty within her. So did Mr. Husain. Although he looked devastated, but the handsome impression still belonged to him.

The usually quiet TPU is now occupied by thousands of mourners. Some of them are colleagues and business associates of Sanjaya group. The flower arrangements are neatly lined up, both at the funeral door and at the Sanjaya residence.

Today the clouds are gray, the drizzle comes slowly. But the funeral went with wisdom. Until the funeral was over, Husayn and Almira remained there. At times Almira tried to gently rub Husain's back to give him some strength. At least, that was all Almira could do. She knew her husband was in a state of shock. But deep down, Almira also understood that Husayn was a man who had a strong soul.

"Go home first. The driver will drive you." said Husain, after realizing Almira was still by his side.

Almira also nodded. She knew her husband needed privacy. Before she actually left, she gently rubbed her husband's back and left him to the driver who had been waiting for her.

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The luxury car that drove Almira slowly entered the gate. The palace in the form of a mansion looks big and magnificent. Around it, grew cypress trees and a vast garden with a wide variety of flowers. Very cool and comfortable atmosphere. However, this was not felt by Almira. Currently there was no beauty of any kind that was able to calm his heart. He just wanted to get up and rest his body.

After Almira came down, a maid in her 40s was standing to open the door. He bowed respectfully after Almira entered the mansion. Almira smiled faintly getting the treatment.

"Auntie, don't be so formal with me. Think of me as your own son." Almira said. He rebuked the servant with a smile.

"Ba - good mistress." replied the waiter. He's still stunned. The waiter did not expect, would be greeted well by his new mistress.

"I say, treat me like your son." said Almira, holding the servant's hand. Almira smiled warmly at him

The waiter was surprised, but he finally nodded. After that, the maid escorted Almira to the main room.

"Oh yeah, whose name is Bi?" almira asked politely.

"I, pa - just call Pure aunt, mistress." replied the maid, introducing herself nervously.

"Alright, aunt Mur. Then Almira entered first." said Almira, turning the doorknob.

"Well madam, call me if you need anything" said the waiter politely.

Almira nodded with a smile, then she came in and closed the door. Honestly, her heart was still filled with worry for her husband.

But outside that room. Pure Aunt was still silently stunned.

"It turns out to be true, what the great master once said. That woman is truly noble-hearted. Young master, you are truly very lucky." he said inwardly.

At the funeral, the handsome, sturdy man slowly stood up leaving his grandfather's final resting place. The reluctance was clearly visible from the look on his face. However, the predetermined destiny cannot be denied. He should take it with his chest.