Two Love Belongs to Zahira (Part My Wife!)

186. Bereft

Losing........

If a wise man says, every meeting there will be a farewell. Thatvs right....

People say, every breakup that happens, there will be a new meeting.

Yes, maybe some of those who split up hope there will be a new meeting afterwards. But for some people, they don't want another meeting after losing the best person in their life.

If time can be repeated...!

The most common words when missing someone.

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Anggara House Residence.

The private house is now full of many people who have been waiting for the arrival of Anggara's body, most of them are relations and the Directors of branch companies, Managers and Assistants and Anggara Secretaries. They bowed respectfully as the Luxury car with Ambulance entered the mansion. Now outside not only the security and the bodyguards who are on guard, but the Police and Many Military, Anggara colleagues when still a Military at that time.

A staggering departure, horrendous to the world of business and entertainment, he is not only famous for his wealth but also for the many artists and models involved in his many products.

Now in the spotlight is Zahira who is limp, puffy and can not stop crying. Anggara's favorite woman! Yes, everyone knows that, he was so special that the news of his death was caused by protecting his beloved wife. The world will all be a scene of wealth, a heartwarming love story, a seemingly perfect happiness, or a crime story that wipes it out. The news was enjoyed by almost every society, the material of warm stories, admiration and compassion.

The door of the big room was open! Anggara's body was brought in to be bathed immediately and holed up, then buried today.

The lavish room bears witness to a love story that began when he returned from the Malaysian Penang hospital, when he entered with his hands clasped, at the beginning of the stairs, and Anggara carried his small body. Warm and comfortable! Also after that, talking many things with the desire to live together until marriage in this luxurious room as well, the pledge of sacred promise to live in peace, guarding and being responsible for all the good and bad, he said, accept what is. And now, the final contest of the lifeless body is also in this big room. In a moment, that gallant body would be nowhere to be found, he would go towards the final contest.

Zahira was sitting limp in the middle of the luxurious room, her cries were not heard, but her sad face and tears were certainly always faithful.

"Zahira." Ayu approached him with Aunt, Anggara's foster mother now also looks pale and sad. The woman who was already a grandmother felt an incredible loss.

"Auntie brought Non's milk" he said rubbing tears on his wrinkled face. "It must be strong if you want to take a bath in Mas Anggara's body" he said again, managed to make Zahira look at his face.

"I'll bathe my husband Aunty." she explained.

"Yes, drink it up Non." said slowly, Auntie knows if Zahira doesn't eat, or she doesn't have the strength to swallow.

The process is touching, until the prayers are followed by thousands of people in the Anggara mansion. Also at the funeral, countless humans came and offered their condolences for the passing of the Anggara conglomerate.

Cloudy, not only the sky but also the heart of a wife is cloudy, dark, do not know the direction, loss and longing. The limp body is still bathed in the burial ground, Various flowers piled up even high up on the tomb Anggara, the smell of fresh flowers that touch the nose of Zahira. The tears did not stop.

Children are too young to feel loss, they know nothing, but they must also feel sorrow.

"Mother! It was dark, it was raining and Dad was alone" Sadewa said, staring at the sky above.

"Father has gone to Heaven" replied Zahira still reluctant to move, thousands of people have started to go home, leaving only the closest people and many bodyguards remain on guard.

"When we catch up with Dad" said Satria shed tears, either she was feeling lost, or she was covering up what she really understood, if her father was gone.

"Later, after the children of Mother are finished with the task in this world, we still have many tasks that are not finished, one of which continues the company of Father and helps many people" replied Zahira trying hard.

They looked up at Zahira's face, as if they were interested. "Nobody helping them now?" asked Satria with sharp clear eyes looking serious.

"Yes, because Dad's job is done. You must continue." replied Zahira again.

"I'll continue."

"I'm also a mother!" Sadewa said, hugging Zahira with a smooth face attached to Zahira's cheeks, both of them only have Zahira.

"Zahira, it's going to rain soon." Ricky approaches, seeing that Zahira has been there too long.

Zahira looked up, sure enough if the cloud was too dark, not only the water would come down but the sky was like it was about to collapse.

Zahira again stroked her husband's navel. "I'm coming home, relax there. I'm sure you've got the best position on God's side. Wait for me." The crying broke again. The weak body almost fell and was immediately held by Jia, as well as Ayu.

Zahira stood slowly with the two heroes on the left and right. Dozens of Anggara bodyguards approached including the wounded and forced out of the hospital to follow the funeral process of the Master.

"Mrs! I'm sorry we couldn't take good care of Mr. Anggara. We're guilty." they said down.

Zahira took a breath, he did not regret the guard, only basically someone did want his death, and Anggara took his place. "No need to feel guilty, if anyone's guilty here, it's me. That man wanted my death, and my husband took his place" she said softly and sadly.

"We'll find the woman, even if it gets to the end of the world" said one of the injured bodyguards.

"Yes" he replied briefly, that slender body was already very weak.

Return to the main house, enjoy the atmosphere of grief, also the memories that always inhabit the Soul. Let it...

Dark twilight, the rain fell very heavily, making Zahira's heart even more grievous.

"Non, eat a little." Bibi calls her daydream, Aunt comes back to Zahira with a plate of food and fruit.

Zahira did not answer, but now her clear eyes focused on seeing a handsome male figure who was very familiar with him.

"Roman!" his call made the children sitting on Radit's lap also turn their heads.