Two Loved Wives

Open the letter

After finishing the shower I immediately put on the clothes that I was wearing the morning, because my clothes were all dirty and just washed this morning, so forced to wear this clothes again, which will be the laughing stock again, instead of wearing this shirt again that stinks of sweat.

"It's time to use this again" Fariel said.

"Bakal becomes a bulian material again later for sure."

"Where my clothes are washed all over again is Auntie."

"Celana's all there, here's just those washed pants that are the same dirty ones."

"Yes wear sarongs and doang colloran down."

"Ah bodo very ah, bullied ya bullied lah monggo."

"Importantly the dress has no floral motifs anymore, and I've changed it to have my own."

"Oh yeah, I feel like I have something from Brother Fida for me."

"What's open now, rather than wondering what the letter is about."

"I'd better read ah, I guess Aya's not fussy anymore don't ask me mulu, so can relax for a moment."

I immediately took the letter given by Fida that I put on the table under the laptop.

"Take a read while lying down like it's good" Fariel said.

Immediately fell down and opened the contents of the letter, the first letter that was special to me.

I read the contents of this letter.

...Make you Sielfa Akhmad Mufariel. ...

May you be well and healthy.

I just wanted to say a few things to you who is now my sister too.

Maybe this letter came suddenly and will make you wonder at my last request.

I hope you will grant my request.

I've been having nightmares for a few days, I don't know what that means in my dreams.

But maybe before my dream actually happens, I want to convey my request through this letter to you.

In my sleep I always had bad dreams, and always met my parents.

I was hoping you would grant my request.

This is my last and first request for you.

I just want to live happily in the end, because leaving a pregnant wife and will make it not as desired.

I just want to ask you, protect them, my wife and children.

Happy for them, because I can't make them happy with my son.

I am sincere if you will be my successor, a substitute parent for my son.

I'm putting my wife and daughter to you.

I'm sure you can make her happy and make her cheerful again.

Marry him so that my son has a father when he is born.

Only you can make me happy again.

I'm sure you're my only beloved and best friend that I haven't had time to talk to you but I'm sure you're a good person.

I leave my wife and my son to you.

Only you can guide my son and wife.

Don't blame my son if he calls your name Dad later.

Because this was my prayer all along before I was actually picked up to return to His side.

I can't make my own son happy with my hands.

So I leave it to you, and marry it so that my son can really get full love from you and his mother or his own mother.

I'm sorry if this request is too much for you, and it will make it difficult for you to choose between my wife and my son or your future self.

But grant my request this one last time so I can sleep peacefully.

...Sorry. ...

...Rendi Ardians. ...