When My Wife Surrender

Pair of Part 4 Rings

It was unexpected for him to arrive as he stared at the tombstone with that name. The burial ground was still wet, her tears were unceasingly flowing the only member of her family had left. The shabby photo of the woman is still seen surrounded by flowers from her supermarket co-workers as well as Rain's co-workers in her office. No one thought this would happen.

The 5R-sized photo smiled, like there was no crying in his life. A bouquet of white Chrysanthemums was placed, sobbing patted his chest that felt tight.

"Rain. ikhlaskan.." one of his co-workers, patted him on the shoulder.

Single-minded? Is it that easy to let go? He had nothing left, his wife and future children were gone.

Until people started leaving him alone. However, not with someone, Dara stood behind him, silently smiling for a moment, with a black umbrella amidst the drizzling rain that was pounding.

"Rain.. release him, forget him slowly. You can definitely get up." he said touching Rain's shoulder as if grieving.

"Go.." the first word that came out of his mouth, in his sobs.

"Rain?" Dara tried to get closer to him.

"Go.. I don't need the position of manager of your company. What did you say to Chrysanthemum before his death, if I knew maybe I'd send a cheap woman like you to hell." she said bowed down, able to figure out what happened, and what happened, from the suitcase Chrysanthemum carried in the accident.

"Looly woman? I can fire you.." Dara's words interrupted, the young man remained bowed, wiping the picture of his wife.

"I became a sycophant, did all the chores quickly, even held big projects, profited your company, pretended to laugh with you. You know what for? To get a higher position, to raise more money, in order to make him happy" he said smiling in his tears.

"I quit. tomorrow I'll hand over my resignation letter" he continued.

"Rain?" Dara came closer.

"Go, don't ever show up in my life again. I'm sick of seeing your face." The young man remained down, staring at the photo of his late wife placed in front of a sturdy marble tombstone.

Dara finally walked away a few steps, clenching her forehead looking annoyed."Loving the ugly dead? Foolish man." he sneered, stepped back.

Heavy rain again flushed, the white Chrysanthemum flowers he placed began to be moistened by the rain that hit. Chrysanthemum flowers that eventually find rain.

"I love you, I'm sorry I never said it... Chrysanthemums.." Tears mixed with rain. Accompanied himself who was still down trying to smile in front of his wife's photo.

***

Her hair was still wet, but her black clothes had changed. Sitting on the couch like when he just came home from work.

"Krisan... help me.." she called hoping someone would come from the kitchen. He knew no one would come, but still missed him too much.

Her tears were not ceaselessly flowing, yet the slightest bit of her sobbing was inaudible. Silence without expression...

The young man started to get up, walking towards the fridge, a mocha cake with beautiful decorations on his eyes. Slowly removed, sitting alone at the dining table. Beautiful candles are marked, until small beautiful rays are seen from the candles.

The dining table was empty, but it is not. The mirage of his wife, sitting there, the seat that is usually occupied, the pregnant woman who smiles at him.

"Please snub me. You're too patient with me, blame me... Chrysanthemums. Stay here, don't die, don't leave again. Because I love you.." The candle was blown, along with his wife's mirage disappeared. The chair was empty again.

A big spoon reached him, eating the last food made by the woman he loved. Her tears flowed, sobbing to eat the mocha cake she liked. Appreciate every cream that Chrysanthemum smears, its last cake.

***

The room was empty, his eyes looked down on not a single piece of clothing left. Everything was done by the police when the accident happened.

Until his view shifted, there was a savings book and a letter on the table. The letter he began to read, the last writing of the Chrysanthemum...

'Rain, happy birthday. Every year we celebrate together. But this year maybe I can't, I give up on making you love me. That's hard,'

'Every salary you pay, I save it. Actually, this is for our children. However, maybe if you marry Dara later, you will need it more for the child in the womb,'

'Learn to be independent, live your life well. I will take good care of our little angel, love her and take care of her. No need to worry about me,'

'Who loves you,'

'Crisan'

"Agdhh..." Rain shouted, clutching his wife's last handwriting. The pain is really painful. Having nothing left, his only family member had given up on him. The chrysanthemum she loved, now went with the little angel they were waiting for. Calmly be by his side.

***

"Thank you for visiting" he said with a smile, dressed as a self-service where Chrysanthemum used to work.

A pair of rings he used to order, used as pendulum necklaces. His life spiritists live out his lonely days. Not working in the company anymore? Instead of not being able to, he missed Chrysanthemum too much, maybe by wearing a uniform similar to the one that used to be worn Chrysanthemum, a little bit of his longing will be treated.

Baby utensils, clothes he ordered online for his wife, even houses and cars were all donated to orphanages and social foundations by him. Stay alone in a cheap apartment.

"As usual, wrap everything up" he said carrying a white sack in front of a gulali merchant's old grandfather.

"Buy this much for whom!?" his question is indeed a subscription to Rain every month, when the young man gets a salary that is not how much.

"For my children." replied Rain smiling.

"Your children will be happy to receive it" he said, who had put all his wares into Rain's sack.

"No wife and child will hate me if I see them again..." Rain reached into his pocket, paying for the gulali he bought. Starting to walk left the stunned old man staring at his disappearance.

The old man who suddenly smiled strangely, "God can send his angel in all forms to do anything.." muttered from the lips surrounded by his wrinkled skin.

Gulali he bought, all distributed to the orphanage. Comforting himself by seeing the sweet smile of little angels who have no family. Just like him and Chrysanthemum.

The day came at last, July 3, 2024, on his birthday...

Drizzling rain flushed, faintly heard the sound of hysterical screams from the balcony of the flats he rented. Rain walked quickly, a 3-year-old boy caught almost falling over. Her parents tried to help her but found it hard to reach out.

The young man who was actually afraid of heights, emboldened himself. Riding on the balcony trellis, the child's body was grabbed, "Don't cry." he said pushing the child slightly up, so as to reach his parents' hands.

Until the hands of the child are reached by the mother. Crying hugging the child, along with that too, the rain that fell caused the slippery trellis. Rain misstepped, his body attracted by gravity.

Falling from the 9th floor of the room where he lived. Blood flowed from his head, and body. Unable to move, probably almost all of his bones were broken.

Rain simply fell silent, staring at the raindrops, drenching himself. People started crowding, taking pictures, and contacting ambulances. Really sounds noisy...

Until suddenly the atmosphere became quiet, the rainwater floats. Everyone is as stiff as being unable to move, is time stopped? I don't know...

Only an old gulali merchant's grandfather moved, walking up to him."After this, meet your wife and child.Say your feelings correctly..."

Rain only fell silent, his breathing felt short for a moment...

It was dark, suddenly completely dark. His eyes slowly opened with gasping breaths. Looking at the surrounding conditions, the room he occupied 12 years ago, when SMU, with a calendar that shows the date of July 3, 2012.

Slowly palpating the area of her neck, the necklace with the wedding ring pendulum was still coiled around her neck.

"Slices.." His tears flowed, "I will not be a burden to you anymore. I'll make you happy, tell you my feelings properly, won't let anyone insult you..."

"Risking anything to have a higher social status, so that I can destroy the people who insult you." he promised, if you can look at that face again. His fingers clenched, clutching his necklace pendulum.

A few tens of minutes passed, Rain walked towards the SMU school where he studied first. Until the face was again seen, when he received a scholarship offer in the teacher's room. The face she missed, the face of the woman she loved, was still just as beautiful.

There would be nothing prettier than Chrysanthemum in her eyes from then until now...

***

At present...

The driver got out of the car, began to wade at his master, who was about to enter the star-rated hotel in front of him.

Another person, who was waiting in the lobby, carried two complete documents. "Hotel and restaurant will immediately change hands on your behalf." said the assistant bowed to his employer.

"I'm back." murmured Rain, smiling cynically reaching for the documents, words that were somehow fixed on whom.

Seriate