The Love Story of Single Parents
Chapters 180. Goodbye
Chapters 180. Goodbye
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" It's very difficult for me, to fight this fate without you. Smile, that last one. Break my conscious nerves!
What should I do, walk without you.what is my day?"
(Taken from the lyrics of the song Iwan Fals feat. Geisha ~ Unbalanced)
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Danan raised Shinta's body which suddenly collapsed. He put her on the sofa. He is confused as to what to do. Danan predicts, Shinta fell because the woman was too much emotion that seeped, then erupted. A cupping is in line with the sadness that Shinta experienced.
And in the moment of anxiety was whack, lucky a nurse who had been guarding Bu Nisa, was now passing right in front of Danan.
" Sir..mbak!!!! can you help me?" Danan thought for a moment, obviously he did not want to be the mastermind of the misunderstanding that could happen later.
" Yes Sir!" the nurse exclaimed with an anxious face.
" Mum Shinta fainted, I...."
Know the heart of the man in front of him. The nurse who from the first day took care of Shinta during the hospital, immediately nodded to look at Danan. As if representing the 'would I handle' speech'.
At first glance Danan stared at the chest containing the body of Shinta's husband that opened. Danan walked over with strong footsteps.
He now looked at the face of Rangga who was so pale. Danan observed the clingy face of the man he had made a rival veiled in his heart.
Goodbye Ngga. Calm down there!
A moment later Danan stared at the nurse who was busy making Shinta aware. He knew the woman must be tired of her body. Born and his mind.
However, it forces Shinta to follow all the suggestions. Nor is it a good option at the moment.
Danan closed the chest with a white mosquito net-like cloth, then looked at it closely. The next second he chose to go home even with a troubled heart. His heart was full of energy at this moment.
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Abhimanyu was seen peeping at his wife's forehead that morning. A moment later he kissed Dhira's lips and gave a small bite.
" You have to have breakfast first! We don't know how long it'll be. You should also think of Raka's sister!" Tukas Abhimanyu then pulled a chair for his wife.
Yes, Abhimanyu deliberately asked Yuni to cook early. Dhira who was not familiar with bread and jam since the virgin first, requires rice and friends for a mandatory breakfast menu.
" We'll pick up Raka tonight. Pity him for so long with Oma!" Abhimanyu felt guilty for a moment. After getting married he had not had time to quality time three with the son.
Busy affairs are also a lot of events beyond Abhimanyu's control, making him often leave Raka to Oma. How else, there's Jodhi. So thought Abhimanyu.
" Yes, I feel guilty about Raka. But Shinta needs us more now!" answer Dhira.
That morning Dhira did not want to eat strange. He wants to eat soupy cuisine. Abhimanyu also put food in his mouth, although not much. It was too early for breakfast. But he did not want to pawn the health of his wife with anything.
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Wreaths from the agency where Rangga works, also from companies owned by Abhimanyu, Danan and Wisang and from several other agencies, are now seen lined up neatly along the front fence of Shinta's house.
Is Dian, Rangga's older sister arrived before dawn. After being informed that her sister had died, the woman with her husband and two children now looks faithful to accompany Ms. Nisa who seems to give a blank look.
" Thank you very much sir, please forgive my husband's mistakes!"
Shinta that morning looked withered. He kept saying it to the mourners who had just come that morning. In fact, the Executive Manager of the BUMN where Rangga worked was seen coming that morning, along with his staff.
" Thank you very much, thank you for coming!" Shinta welcomed the mourners at Pak Ali's company. The old man now looked more sincere, from the look of his eyes the man showed more rigid eyes.
All mourners were seen spilling over, and crowded the funeral home. Bastian, Bu Kartika even Indra was seen coming there. However, Rangga was the one who introduced Indra to Dhira, while Dhira was still working as a Customer Service at the city's Airport.
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TPU Pondok Asri
Shinta
Rows of gravestones, with a stretch of mounds stretching as far as the flame of the eye, appear to decorate the eyes of all mourners. Shinta, who had been flanked by Dhira and Sekar, was now standing on the lip of the burrow where her husband's body would be buried.
With a face without makeup or makeup, puffy eyes with my face increasingly make Shinta become like an undead.
Occasionally Shinta corrected her black pasmina, which was hit by a sweep of wind. Simultaneously, religious figures appear to give comforting words, as well as arguments about death. Makes everything there dissolve in haru.
" The strong!" Dhira whispered those words, even though he himself seemed to want to scream. Shinta only showed a blank, pale look and did not have a passion for life.
He had received many comfort words from mourners.
"The sincere. We'll all go and stay away!"
"That's hard, we don't have any. Who has the above. "
"We mourn, who are patient and strong!"
Those words are beautiful, aren't they. But why, for Shinta at this time the word patience is not as easy as when saying it.
The woman was seen hardening her jaw, as the white wrapper she knew was her husband was opened. The burrow is now in contact with a lot of people. Her heart suddenly shook violently when she saw the body of her husband in the wrap, now turned to the hands of three men in the burrow.
Her eyes did not pay attention to the process of inserting her husband's body into the burrow. Bak in a lightning strike, he did not expect to part with Rangga in this fast time.
Goodbye mas.Keakkan me from there.
Shinta's tears are dripping. His heart seemed to have collapsed at that moment. His life was completely ruined, poranda not sad. Rangga's death clearly destroyed the woman's life.
He felt alone, empty and uninhabited.
Her eyes continued to drip with a clear liquid as the excavators began to open the laces of her husband's shroud. He is still looking and trying to look strong.
She closed her eyes as she pervaded what had happened, sighing to neutralize the turmoil in her heart as the wooden board, was seen beginning to close the part of her husband's body that had been tilted to the west, with the head position in the North.
Shinta let out a long sigh, as the tomb excavator began hoeing the mound of earth on the edge of the still-open grave. The pile of wood that was tilted was now slowly covered by the ground.
The more filled , full and rising. That's when, Shinta who is in full consciousness mode is completely separated from Rangga for eternity.
That half of his soul, had completely darted into nirvana along with all the memories. Her eyes nilar staring at the burrow which is now a mound of land, with the name of her husband.
She has become a widow.
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