Second Husband (Tradition of My Husband)

The SK Part 45

~Do not force to forget~

Cyra still keeps remembering Ryan, when he was in the bathroom, he cried as much, in this way, Cyra can let go of his longing feelings towards Ryan, even though he knew lamenting that everything would not be able to turn the clock upside down, he had to keep looking to the future and going through the days.

It has become the nature of a human being to love and be loved each other, but love stories will never be able to go as smoothly as we imagine, every love journey will definitely have its test, he said, everyone has a different love journey, each happiness felt by people is also different, depending on how we create that happiness.

Although Cyra's love ended because it was separated by death, but still left a wound in his heart, the wound because it was left by his lover, who was very loved and he believed he could be happy with him, forever.

Pras who heard small screams from inside the bathroom, and heard sobs from the woman he loved, was so heart-wrenching, he did not expect until this moment Cyra could never forget Ryan, he could not replace Ryan in Cyra's heart.

"Ryan, I miss you, I miss you so much, are you up there able to see me, see the tears streaming down from my eyes? Ryan I want to hug you one more time." - Cyra cried.

After thirty minutes, Cyra was in the bathroom, preparing to step out, but before that, she wiped all traces of her crying and calmed herself down, before meeting Pras out there, actually Cyra also did not want to hurt Pras, but how else his heart could not save the name Pras.

Seeing his wife coming out of the bathroom, Pras decided to meet Cyra, he tried to get closer, to Cyra even though it was not acceptable.

"If you want to cry, cry with me, she's my sister, I lost her, not just you Cyra, so cry with me, we express our mutual longing for her," pras said to Cyra who had seen his eyes were so swollen from crying.

Hearing Pras' words made Cyra cry again, she crouched down sobbing, Pras then helped her to get up, and they sat on the edge of the mattress, Pras hugging Cyra for the first time, Pras hugging Cyra, they cried together in memory of the late Ryan whom they loved so much.

"I miss her" said Cyra amid her cries.

"I really understand Cyra, but she's gone, we better pray for her, not cry like this, I lose her, I'm her brother, who has been with her since childhood, who has so many fond memories with her, it hurts me so much, Cyra. Even when I found out my sister was suffering from an incurable illness, it was like it was making my world collapse, making me feel like I was failing to become a big brother" Pras told cyra.

Cyra looked at Pras, he saw the sad look in Pras' eyes, he saw the sincerity in Pras' heart, and also he saw the figure of an older brother who loved his sister so much.

"You know, Mom, this is the photo I took with her last moments, I really can't just let go of her, this picture was taken a few seconds before her departure in my life, for good." cyra's tears, the more intense, Pras understood what Cyra was feeling at the moment.

"Stop crying, I'm marrying you, not to force you to forget, I'm not forcing you to lose your love for her, but I'm asking you to give me a little chance, to make room in my heart for you, because we are now a husband and wife, it is appropriate in the household, in marriage there is love" Pras told Cyra, staring at her face and flanking Cyra's face with both hands.

Cyra nodded in understanding, the meaning of Pras' words.

"I'll try to open my heart, but I can't be sure if there's love for you, if there's a chance for us to build a household any longer" Cyra said, holding Pras' hands together.

Pras nodded in understanding, tears coming back, because he would resign this time with what would later be Cyra's decision for her, and for their household.

Marriage is a good intention, marriage is not to vent lust, marriage is not to restrain someone.

Love is a gift so when marriage has not been spiked by love, then never give up because over time, love will come by itself.

Pras takes Cyra up to the bed, they both fall asleep together on the same bed every night, without any love in Cyra's heart, and there is only love in Pras' heart. the love that clapped one hand was heavy but still lived by Pras, because he was sure that one day Cyra would love him.

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.Look forward to the next chapter.