Two Rings of the CEO

Wounded Wounded Laughter

The sobs and raindrops accompany the Jamil-eating procession. Although the nearest person is asked to be strong, but in fact when the lifeless body began to enter the pit, making anyone who witnessed unmoved tears. Jamil's tomb is on the right side of the tomb of Surya Atmadja, father of Arkana Surya Atmadja. Given that Jamil is part of the Atmadja family, his body was buried in a special tomb of the Atmadja family.

Rumi, who had a puffy face with a clear circle, remained flowing, standing flanked by Zara and Mirah, on the left and right sides. While Arka, standing while still holding the body of his wife who was as strong as trying to stand upright.

A religious leader accompanies a thread of prayer for the deceased to be laid to the grave and get the best place on the side of the creator.

Some close relatives and mourners began leaving the cemetery after sowing flowers on red soil with a gravestone bearing the name Jamil Rusli. However, the four people dressed in all black were still reluctant to move.

Rumi, who is the wife of Jamil. Keep staring at the still wet navel with a broken feeling. He has tried to mengikhlaskan, but the regret is certainly still there.

Twenty years of knitting marriage and living together, in fact, still feels less for Rumi. He wanted to stay together forever, until their hair was bleached with a bent body. Although she continues to fight against her disease, Rumi is always able to treat and take care of her without complaining.

My husband's. Sorry, if I haven't been a good wife to you. But you are the best husband and father for me and our daughter. Goodbye dear, although this heart is still not willing, but God loves you more and destroys the pain that you have been suffering. May you always be in his protection, and allow me to keep our daughters and grandchildren in the future, if God still gives me long life. Have a good rest, my husband. I'm sure, if you'll live comfortably there.

Trying sincerely, even though tears are squeezed. That was the image of Rumi's face at this moment.

While Zara, the princess, stared fixedly at the navel of the man who had raised her with sadness. The shadow of the middle-aged man's face that had that warm gaze, was still clearly drawn in remembrance.

When he first asked permission to complain about the fate of the city, Zara honestly did not until the heart to leave Jamil who was already in a sickly condition. However, for the sake of his desire to be able to continue his education while helping the economy of his parents, Zara still insisted even though at the beginning of the struggle destiny was not on his side.

Daddyh. If all wishes could be granted. Then I just want to ask for one thing. I want to take you first in the cradle of happiness, before you die.

The girl shifted her gaze, then looked up to be able to look at the face of her husband who was much taller than her.

The thin curve expanded when the handsome man was looking at him until the second sight was adrift.

Dad, you don't have to worry or worry. There is a man who will take care of me and my mother in this world. He is my husband and the father of my future baby.

Despite the sadness, Zara had reviewed a smile to reassure her father that her mother would be fine as long as she was around.

Rumi breathed deeply. While Mirah who was beside him rubbed Rumi's shoulders gently. As if agreeing with the words of his son who asked them to go home before the rain fell increasingly heavy.

"Alright," replied Rumi slowly. He looked at the princess and said, "Let's go home. Before it rains more." Her thin lips formed a knotty smile. Which made the three people who were still with him sigh in relief.

Rumi as much as possible keeps her sadness in order to resume her life.

The princess also nodded with a smile back the mother was no less warm. For her, the mother's smile was everything to her now.

Not wanting to wait long, Arka gently pulled the wife's body and guided her steps to get out of the burial area. Followed by Mirah who tailed behind by holding Rumi's hand to align her second step.

At the time of entering the vehicle, Rumi's view was still not diverted from the cemetery area as if it was heavy to leave. Mirah rubbed Rumi's shoulder gently again, as if to say that everything would be fine.

Not only Rumi, but Mirah also felt the same way. Arka's father has been home for years. In the beginning, it was all too heavy to pass. But thanks to the spirit and support of loved ones, making him still breathe and stand upright until this second.

"Mom, rest assured that everything will be fine. Look, we're almost blessed with two adorable grandchildren in a few months. You wouldn't just miss it, would you?" Mirah was a little teasing to melt the atmosphere. After all, Mirah could feel at a loss what Rumi was currently. However, if it continues to let it continue to wallow in grief. It will certainly have a bad impact on his mental and mental.

Rumi grabbed Mirah's fingers and held them.

"Thank you madam. You are so incredibly good. I am so lucky, to have a daughter-in-law who has a mother as well as a mistress. I am truly grateful." Rumi said it sincerely. Even a pair of neutrals returned to glazing.

"We are not getting any message. It would be inappropriate if you kept calling me mistress." Although a little careless when speaking, but Mirah grabbed a weak body and carried him in an embrace. "Truly I don't like it if you call me mistress again" continued Mirah as she tightened her arms.

"alright. I give in, and I won't call you that anymore." Rumi could only resign when his body was unable to move over the actions of Mirah who held him tightly enough.

While Zara and Arka who sat in the front seat also commented on the smile of relief along with thanksgiving. The two stared at each other and clasped their hands. At least, behind all the pain that God gives, at least there is still a trace of happiness, which makes him laugh even though wrapped in wounds.

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