The Wasted Bride

Mother Family

After traveling Jakarta - Bandung, they finally arrived at Arwaa residence at 2 am. Arwaa as much as possible looks tough, enough she cried at her in-laws' house, not to mention her in-laws and sisters-in-law must be very tired because of their trip, he said, that's why she asked the family of her husband to take a short break, let alone Attalaric who was driving the car.

There was a Mr. RT and his closest neighbors who took care of the body of the father because his father was living alone there after Arwaa married and lived with her husband.

Mr. RT said that the funeral will be held in the morning, Arwaa did not stop thanking the residents who had helped take care of the body of the father when he was not there.

Haa...

Once again Arwaa looked sadly at the face of the father who had not hued it. He was truly sorry for not being able to accompany his father in his last moments. His heart was devastated when he got word that his father had died, considering that that figure was the only family Arwaa had.

Now he is no longer crying, it is not good if it continues to make people worry about it.

Gently stroked the head of the little girl who was sound asleep on his lap. Hanna, that kid seems like a sedative to her heart. She has been unceasingly calming Arwaa since her in-laws' home. Hanna constantly hugging and kissing Arwaa also wiped away her tears.

Mother do not cry continuously, Hanna was sad to see mother like this...

He smiled mirisly considering the figure that should be here, calming him, giving support to him, instead of contacting him at all.

That husband...

I don't know if he didn't expect much from that guy. He was very disappointed in Aldair. Even since then many people think that her husband is Attalaric, especially because Hanna calls them both Daddy and mother.

Even so he did not care, he did not want to tell the real people that his husband was not here because he was more concerned with other women than his own wife's grief.

"Goddessa..."

"Eh mas..."

Arwaa awakens from her daydream due to Attalaric's call.

"Hanna let me move ya, you must be sore."

Attalaric carried his sleeping daughter. Arwaa got up and confirmed the position of Hanna's head that almost fell on her father's shoulders.

"Hanna just put her in my room."

"It's okay?"

Arwaa nodded in response, after all her guest room was occupied by her in-laws and Arrazi of course with a folding mattress installed on the floor because the mattress there was only enough occupied by her father and mother-in-law.

"Mas also rest there with Hanna. I must be tired after the trip."

Arwaa tried to smile even though the sadness was still clearly visible on her face.

Attalaric tried to refrain from hugging and calming his sister-in-law, however, the woman was a loved figure of his son and also.

"What about you?"

"I want to go with Dad."

Lirih Arwaa made Attalaric heart sick and also upset because the husband figure of his sister-in-law was not here. He could not understand how his brother was more concerned with his work than his wife. Just look, he'll make the calculations for adding to his sister-in-law's grief.

***

The funeral of the father went smoothly, even his father-in-law and brothers-in-law also took down the body of Arwaa's father.

Currently he can only stroke the headstone of the father and pray for the best for the figure who has been a lamp in his life.

You're happy there, you don't have to worry about me because I'm stronger than you know. Tell my misses to mom there, dad...

Lirih Arwaa by kissing the headstone of the father. Her mother-in-law was crying as if seeing it made Arwaa touched by it.

"Mom don't be sad, I'm okay." Arwaa smiled gently at her mother-in-law.

"Mother..."

Hanna forced her way down from the father's sling, seeing that Arwaa immediately approached him and took him from the sling Attalaric with Hanna who immediately hugged Arwaa's neck tightly and occasionally kissed her cheek to make Arwaa touched because of the attention of her husband's niece. Attalaric smiled, deep in his heart, grateful that his son could be a tranquilizer for the woman who already had his heart.

The sight of the three people who look like family did not escape the sight of Bu Hayya, Mr. Ahmad, and Arrazi. At this time Mr. Ahmad really felt a huge upset in his heart, especially if not for the figure of Aldair who until now did not come here.

"Pa should have betrothed me or Atta's sister to Arwaa's mother at that time." Arrazi muttered but could still be heard by Mr. Ahmad because they were standing next to each other.

"You're right. I'm sorry."

Arrazi turned his head towards his father, he did not think that his father would hear his murmur.

"We'll talk later, there's something I want to ask you about your brother, I'm sure you know something." Ahmad patted the shoulder of his youngest son.

***

"Father thank you for taking care of my father when I was hospitalized. And I'm also sorry I didn't come because I didn't tell you anything about his illness when I was contacted."

"Don't like that, son, you only occasionally look at Mr. Roni hospital while the one who always keep Mr. Roni there is Mr. Jhonny."

Arwaa frowned hearing that.

"Mr Jhonny who is sir?"

As far as Arwaa his father had no acquaintance named Jhonny, and besides his father had no other relatives because he was the only child, while Arwaa's grandfather and grandmother had also died a long time ago.

"Assalamu'alaikum's chat..."

The sound of baritone was heard making Arwaa and the people who were there look towards the entrance.

There is a middle-aged man with a tattoo on his neck that makes Arwaa and her husband's family frown at it.

"Ah lord Jhonny, wa'alaikumsalam."

Arwaa rounded her eyes to hear it. How his father and the man knew each other.

Mr. Jhonny who saw the figure of Arwaa smiled and stepped towards him, and he immediately hugged Arwaa suddenly made Arwaa surprised half to death. Similarly, the Aldair family who immediately stood up from their seats, they looked annoyed because the foreign man immediately hugged Arwaa.

Especially Mr. Ahmad, after the death of Arwaa's father, he had assumed that he was in charge of Arwaa, of course seeing a foreign man who suddenly embraced his daughter-in-law he was angry.

"What you do. Let go of my daughter-in-law!" Mr. Ahmad's orders stared intently at Mr. Jhonny.

Mr. Jhonny also looked cold to make Mr. Ahmad a little surprised. But then the middle-aged man took off his arms and looked Arwaa in the eyes for a moment before smiling and bowing apologetically to Arwaa's husband's family.

"I'm sorry I was so presumptuous. I just miss my niece too much."

Hearing that Arwaa turned to Mr. Jhonny with a frowning baffled forehead.

"Include me Jhonny Lau Dodger. I'm the sister of your late daughter-in-law's mother."

Mr. Ahmad was silent to see the middle-aged man who extended his hand to shake while Arwaa covered her mouth with a hand in surprise.

***

"So master is my uncle?"

I don't know how many times Arwaa asked that because she really can't believe that her late mother's family is here, meeting her. Because he knew that the family of his mother did not agree with his mother's decision to marry the father so they cut off his relationship with Arwaa's mother.

"Yes son. Uncle really understands that you have a hard time believing it because uncle has also heard from your father if he told you about what happened between your mother and her family."

For a moment uncle Jhonny fell silent and smiled gently at Arwaa.

"But uncle is your mother's brother dear." His words made Arwaa frown uncomfortably.

Similarly, Attalaric is seen clenching his hands annoyed to hear a stranger calling his sister-in-law dear.

"How can we be sure if you're Arwaa's uncle?" Attalaric asked, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

Uncle Jhonny smiled. He took out his wallet and took out a small black and white photo, giving it to Arwaa.

"Look it was your mother and her brothers when they were little, and it was the uncle who embraced your mother."

Arwaa's tears trickled down seeing the pendant necklace she had worn by the photographed girl. He raised his head and looked at the man who had blue eyes like him.

That man was his uncle.

Arwaa wiped her tears and smiled.

"Sorry uncle if we doubt uncle because I don't believe my mother's family will be here."

John smiled at his nephew. Arwaa's face is very similar to her sister who looks more like an Asian than her who goes down the father who is native to Canada.

"Don't be like that, after all, uncle cursed him. Uncle has been looking for your mother for a long time, your grandparents miss her a lot and want to apologize to your mother for throwing her out,"

"Uncle just got word about your father's address 3 months ago. And when uncle came here it was your mother who died." Jhonny looked down sad.

"Since that time uncle lived in this village. Uncle was planning to meet you in Jakarta, but your father suddenly fell ill, so uncle had to look after your father first." Further again.

"Then why didn't uncle call me?"

"Your father asked, he did not want to make you sad because of his circumstances."

Hearing that Arwaa was crying, Ma Hayya embraced her daughter-in-law and calmed her down.

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