The Polar Duda Love

CDK # 47 》》 REST QUIETLY

Not finding a bright spot on Artitha, Abimana finally returned home after meeting Kenan. The girl completely disappeared and did not want to be found even to her own brother did not tell her whereabouts.

Entering the elite complex in the capital, Abimana slightly accelerated the speed of his car to immediately arrive at his house that looks silent. After security opened the towering turnstile, Abiman slowly turned his car around and parked it in front of the main door.

"Welcome sir," Lia paused her work and greeted her employer politely.

"After your work is done, you and the others return to your mother's house. Twice a week you guys come clean the house." Abimana is in on mode not to be denied. Although confused and shocked, Lia still works on the orders of her arrogant employer.

Abimana immediately climbed the stairs, he just ngin break so that his brain can be invited back to cooperate. Unknowingly Abimana steps into the room that had been occupied by Artitha. Without changing clothes he immediately laid his body on the soft mattress. The girl's distinctive fragrance is still felt on her pillows and sheets.

Being in Kenan's office and arguing with the man made him exhausted plus a very soothing fragrance made Abimana's eyes dim and eventually wandered into the dream world.

This time Abhimana sleep really sound until the afternoon before the magrib then he realized from his sleep. He himself was surprised when he woke up, soundly sleep in his room with pictures of late Sheila but not as sound as his sleep at this time. Feelings are fresher and the mind is clear.

Aware of the clothes he was wearing, Abimana immediately stepped out into his bedroom. Before the magrib's time passed he immediately cleaned himself up and continued his three rakaat obligations. Khusyu' Abhimana performed the magrib prayer and ended with a heartfelt prayer.

"Sorry Yang, instead of not loving you or my love no longer exists for you just that we are different nature and your place remains the best in my heart." Abimana muttered as she took one photo at a time and put it in a cardboard box that was revealed in the corner of the room. Bed linen and pillowcases with a picture of the late house did not escape the next participant who inhabited the cardboard.

Finished with his activities, Abimana lifted the large cardboard down the stairs. The state of the house was already deserted because Lia and the others had returned to their parents' homes.

Abimana took the cardboard to the back of the house and opened the cardboard and lit a fire in an empty trash can. One by one photo Sheila he burned even with a heavy heart. Not that he wanted to remove any trace of Sheila in his life but Abimana had to move on with her life.

"Nobody can replace you, Yang. Rest in peace there, "Abimana continues to mutter while continuing to stare at the picture of the deceased until they become ashes because they are engulfed in fire. The man stared at the black smoke that was throwing high and then lost the blushing wind.

The night is getting late, the sunyinya night is getting felt. The moon who appeared haughtily as the ruler of the night seemed to smile mockingly at Abimana who was looking at him. The moon that illuminated the night slowly changed with the face of Artitha. Abimana was shocked. He did not remember the girl at all. He only focused on photographs of the deceased who have now become ashes.

Not wanting to dissolve in the mood and thoughts that were suddenly filled with the name of Artitha, the man stood up leaving behind burning remains. He then walked to his study, maybe his mind could be distracted by work.

Arriving at his work room again he was presented with photographs of his late home and himself in various styles. Abimana took a deep breath.

Abiman realized if he continued to be in an environment where the time he spent with Sheila then the memories would not be able to make him start a new life.

While at the home of Papa Kuncoro, a small man who is the first grandchild of the Kuncoro family is mishandling to find a mother who has not been with him for a week.

"Where is it, opa ? How come you never met Sheno ?!" The little man looked at the opa with teary eyes.

"Honey, if you want to meet mama then you and Ilha must be patient. Right now your mama is continuing her education." Papa Kuncoro was forced to speak the origin of the most important for him is that the favorite grandson of his descendants can be silent even though somehow until when, at least for now his little man can understand.

"But not for long, opa. Dad's a lot of money who knows the school can be paid so that the school mama quickly run," Somewhere and who ever heard by the little man so that it can reveal to the opa. The same is true with the opa Kuncoro who was surprised to hear the expression Arsheno.

"Your mama is smart so there's no need to pay here and there, after all things like that are very wrong and not justified," Sometimes if Papa Kuncoro talks to Arsheno, he forgot to talk to a child because of the things Arsheno often said as an adult.

The two men of different generations kept talking. Papa Kuncoro slowly shifted the topic of his conversation with Arsheno. Of course Papa Kuncoro does not want to challenge freely when it comes to the existence of Artitha. He himself did not know the exact circumstances because Abimana until now has not yet revealed the trunk of his nose.

"You know what, Sheno loves Mom ? Kan mama Ditha is not the birth mother of Arsheno and Ilha," Papa Kuncoro is actually very curious about Arsheno who treats Arditha like her real mother, even though the little man knows the truth.

"Don't know also opa, anyway Sheno unfortunately the same mom." Speech of small children of course do not need a reason, if it is comfortable then it is enough for them.

"Yes, now Sheno goes into the room and then does his schoolwork after that prepare his school book so that tomorrow can meet Ilha's grandfather before going to school." Coincidentally tomorrow Arsheno's class gets a turn in the afternoon.

"Oma didn't come home ?" Arsheno's curiosity and attention are indeed very big in contrast to his super cute father.

"Kan Adek Ilha needs a friend. It's a pity that only your father would be with you" Papa Kuncoro certainly couldn't have said that their father was forbidden to approach before finding Artitha, their mother.

Nodding his head in understanding, Arsheno passed from the presence of Papa Kuncoro and entered his room. Although still small, Arsheno is very independent. He did the opa's orders without refuting. Papa Kuncoro went into his room to rest.

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