The Love of Zarania

Section 164

It's been almost two weeks after losing Zara to the plane he ordered for his wife and Davi didn't know what to do, there is no grave of his wife because his body has not been identified when Davi has presented Uncle of Zara who used to marry them, but in fact fate has not been willing to bring him to his wife even if it is just his body.

And until this morning Davi still had to swallow a bitter pill when he knew there was no certainty about his wife's body when some of the bodies recovered were identified as the bodies of others.

Davi's footsteps to move forward even more heavy because his heart will not be calm before his wife buried properly, at least there is a tomb with his wife's headstone so that if one day he misses can come to visit him even though just staring at the mound of land that is a barrier between them.

Davi who was sitting on the edge of the bed was staring at the picture frame on the table showing off his wife's cheerful smile when they had just finished a really sudden marriage contract.

Saw him for a while and then headed to the balcony of the room and.. at that place he recalled the memory of when Zara threw him with the right twig on his forehead with the reflex of his hand touching the forehead while closing his eyes as if remembering clearly the events of their youth, the time when he who so wickedly repeatedly decided Zara even though the woman repeatedly also rejected him, even Davi thought there would be no more stubborn women than Zara, even Davi thought there would be no more stubborn women, and until finally Zara agreed.

A moment later Davi regained his senses and tightened his grip on the balcony guardrail, very tightly until the back of his hand turned white and turned red it was clear that he had not fully accepted the reality of his wife's life which was taken by the iron bird which was now no longer intact and was not barking defenseless at the bottom of the ocean.

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He's a corner of town in the British part of the country a man has always been displaying a tense face mixed with fury since a few days ago.

He was Saiful Gunawan who had received news from his mother about what had happened to Zara, indeed he almost died hearing if friends and women he had loved were declared dead.

Repeatedly he shook his head against everything Mama said with a tone of voice laden with sadness.

"They must be very sad, should I say it?" the monologue of the Ipul on itself.

The sweet black man dissolved in his own mind without caring about the pile of work that became his obligation as a manager in a large enough company in the country of his choice to live.

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"Where'd Davi go?" asked the mother to find her son who came down from the stairs.

"To zara's house," answered briefly in a voice that still gave a voice to the sadness of his wife and future children.

Andini nodded gently, "be careful," he said later.

The woman had no intention of banning the son who she knew missed her wife so much that she even felt what she felt, losing someone who is a part of life is not easy.

All memories for the sake of memories of that person will continue to be present even though we have tried to rest for a moment in sadness, heavy! it will be very hard for Davi and Andini to know that.

Davi nodded briefly with the accompaniment of the Mama's eyes he stepped towards the exit.

Andini took a heavy breath when she found Davi's eyes reddened, a sight she had always seen since Zara was pronounced dead.

"Mama will not ask you to forget Zara, but Mama asks you to always be patient and strong with the destiny that God has laid out for you my son," sigh softly Andini who accidentally let out back her tears that had been two days he held.

Davi enters the house they left so that Zara no longer remembers what happened in the house.

The man for so many times even found a shadow the first time he and Zara set foot in this house as a couple, the house he left to a man to take care of him, keep every corner of the house the same as when he and Zara went to Australia.

It seemed like the housekeeper's man already knew what had happened to the wife of the owner of the house who was now in front of him, until the worry arises from within him and ask him to keep the owner of the house so as not to act beyond reason.

Wouldn't a man abandoned by a beloved wife be able to do anything? at least this is what the guard was afraid of.

"Emm," Ardi seemed to be hesitatingly lifting his legs away.

"I won't do anything stupid that will trouble you" Davi said, reading Ardi's worried look on his face.

Hearing that, Ardi finally nodded even though in his heart he would keep an eye on the man who looked more moody than before when they first met when Davi asked him to keep the house.

Well, even though Davi had reviewed a bit of a satirical smile, but still the smile could not hide what the man felt.

After Ardi died, Davi went upstairs to the room, room he and Zara.

His steps stopped when he found the door closed tightly with pounding and breathing irregular, this room was the beginning of all the suffering that Zara had experienced since marrying him.

"Oh my god, Zara.."

So soft and soft as his lips spoke the name of the wife he last saw two weeks ago as he drove the woman to the airport.

"Wouldn't I not let you go Za, why am I so stupid! why don't I hold you back I shouldn't let you go even if you're mad at me!"

Now regret comes back even when he just faced the door.

What happens when the poor man is in the room? what would he do if he saw the belongings of his wife who was still in the room, as well as the bed they slept in together as well as the bed that was also the place of rape.

Shouldn't Davi change the bed? how could he forget that?

Davi was already holding the door handle preparing to open it, but his movements slowly stopped and his hands completely did not move at all.

In fact, he was unable to enter the room until his hand took off the handle and slowly moved away with a head full of pain.

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