The Struggle for Love of the Ceo

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Assisted by other motorists, Angga drove the crash victim to the hospital.

What makes Angga powerless to shed his tears is

as he stared at the saddened little boy who was also a victim of the accident who continued to cry over his mother's body that was covered in blood.

"Pass dong nyetirnya," Angga racau panicked, because the woman's body began to cool.

"You must be strong, must endure for the sake of your child." Angga held tightly to the woman's hand, as if channeling positive energy so that the woman would fight for her safety.

"A-ku. su..dah not me.at la.gi," the woman's raved.

The pain that so infested his entire body, as if he resigned, that day the death picked him up. His chest was like that of a large, stifling rock, the base of his throat was like that of a man who stifled thirst in the heat of the desert. His breathing roar was no longer regular, his blood swish was not able to work properly. Until the last sentence he said with difficulty.

"I.titip Nadira." Along with that sentence after he said it, his eyes followed closed. His breathing stopped, his pulse stopped.

"Mother!!??" the boy's cry broke.

A five-year-old girl was crying over the passing of her mother. His life is now an orphan, not a thousand. His father, doesn't know where the limb is. Making Angga also dissolve in the sadness experienced by Nadira. Moreover, the woman who was now stretched stiff in her lap was the woman who had filled her heart for three more years. He had not expected, his fate would be tragic like this regardless of him.

Dona's body is now buried in the public cemetery in central Jakarta. Nadira, continues to cry over the departure of his mother on the mound of land. Making everyone who saw him dissolve in his sadness.

"Non, Miss who's patient. Mother is happy in heaven," said the middle-aged woman who has been babysitting the child.

"Dira wants to come with mom." The boy's words made Angga embrace him. He knows how it feels to lose a loved one.

"Honey, there's still Om who loves you. We go home yes, go home Om," he persuaded to look at Nadira.

Armed with the persuasion of Angga, Nadira finally wanted to come with him. Come home to his house. Perhaps by taking her home, the child forgets a little about her mother. Moreover, there was Azka who could possibly be a friend to the child.

When he arrived and went into his house. Amalia, Renata's mother and her son Azka welcomed her questioningly. The gaze of the three people could not be separated from a girl who wore a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that was hiding behind the legs of Angga.

"Who is that little boy?" Amalia opened her voice.

Angga aligns himself with the little girl, in his loving gaze the child who is now his responsibility. After that he said, "Dira, come with Inah first to the room. It's Dira's house now."

The boy stared back at him, after which he noticed one by one the people standing in line in front of him. There was discomfort from the little girl, but she realized her place was here now. After being satisfied to play with his mind, he nodded. Makes Angga smile with relief.

"Honey, you delivered Nadira first in the guest room? After that I'll tell you everything."

After escorting Nadira to her room, Amalia returned to the living room. But, it seemed that her husband was no longer in that place. Azka and her mother-in-law.

"Where is Mas Angga?" tanya Amalia landed her body beside Azka. Shortly after, Angga appeared from the outside. Answer questions from Amalia.

"Now you tell us. Who's the kid?" Now it's Renata's turn to stir with curiosity in him.

"Nadira is Dona's son. Do you remember, baby? Dona, the one we married at the party." At first glance Amalia began to remember the events of six years ago.

"Yes, Amalia remembered. But why is he there with you, Mas?" Angga's face began to get serious. He told me about his meeting with Dona, and Nadira could go with him. All who heard him were compassionate with the fate of the little girl.

"Pity of Nadila's sister." Especially Azka, he imagined if he was in the position of Nadira.

"Yes dear. You must behave and be good friends with Brother Nadira." Azka nodded.

Their conversation ended, considering it was time for the Maghrib to reverberate. They are doing their duty as Muslims.

After self-cleaning, and Maghrib prayer. Angga approached his wife who looked moody. "Darling, what's wrong with you?" said Angga, who was sitting next to his wife.

The woman looked at her husband. Traced the handsome face of Angga, while praising how beautiful the creation of God is right in front of his face. But his attitude made Angga increasingly unsettled.

"Darling, do you mind if I bring Nadira here?" Angga asked again, because he never got an answer from his wife.

Amalia shook her head and said, "God is so good to me, Mas." Angga scrunched his forehead. "She sent Nadira to me, after I found out that I could no longer have children." Instantly Angga held both of his wife's shoulders.

"What do you mean, baby?"

Amalia shared her health check with her husband. That he was sentenced to suffer from a dry uterus, his eggs can no longer fertilize ****** belongs to Angga. Therefore, it would be difficult for her to get pregnant again.

"Darling, why are you hiding that from me?" Angga began to approach his wife who slowly began to shed tears. At slowly pull the body of the wife, so that he can approach.

"I'm afraid Mas" said Amalia.

"What are you afraid of. That's important, honey. Your health problem." Angga lowered his tone, he was so surprised to hear what Amalia said.

"For me there is none more important than you, mama, and Azka."

They dissolve in sadness that must be overcome. Expect the presence of Nadira as a complement in their lives, later.