2 Flower Stalks
Salma Cemetery

why don't you be honest with me sister.about your pregnancy.about my condition.at least I wouldn't hate you so much like this...

I'm disappointed in you.Why did you do all this for my sake.see your condition now.you even gave up your life just for the sake of a new life...

I know your intentions are very good.but the way you are wrong brother.not the happiness I get.but you even sow thorns in my life...

I do not know ..what I can afford to take care of him.Karna just look at it I can not...I want a baby.but not in this way....

you wish you could unite us in a household bond with a child in it.but somehow now as time goes on...

because of the wounds you have made, because of all this that happened, I do not know what life I will live later....

everything was lost...

Feelings of sadness, disappointment, anger, betrayal, guilt all mixed into one, especially when knowing the condition now that can not have children, Insha was very destroyed at that time.

Notah what he really felt but his heart felt very sore, even more painful and painful than before. He could not express his feelings now, Insha could only cry in front of Salma's body without saying anything.

Her tears continued to flow on her meroon cheeks, holding all the flavor in her heart, Insha's body seemed to float, light and getting lighter. The longer he could not even hold his body weight, the muscles and bones there felt no strength.

Prass's position closer to Insha realized there was something strange about him. His feet that were beginning to tremble moved sluggishly to the right and to the left, following his weight.

Prass wanted to get a chair for Insha, because he saw the body that began to weaken, but not only did he undergo that intention, Insha's body had collapsed to the back.

Prass who had noticed it immediately grabbed the weak body in his arms.

Hanafi who saw the collapsed body of Insha immediately ran small, he was about to grab the body from Prass' embrace. But Prass first carried her and took Insha away from the room, followed by the medics who had been there.

Hanafi wanted to follow behind him, but in the face of a bodyguard who told him that all about Salma's funeral was ready, Hanafi did not follow him, he took care of some things and gave his word again to the guards before seeing the state of Insha.

In a special room Prass tries to wake Insha up with the medics.

"Insha's...Insha.wake up...Insha..."

Prass sat next to the bed patting the cheek gently and the other hand held tightly to Insha's hand stroking Insha's fingers with her thumb.

After a long time Insha was awakened, immediately Insha returned to tear there.

"Don't cry Insha.this is his destiny.let him go with ihklas...."

"Don't cry.it will make you weaker Insha...."

"Did you eat something earlier..."

Insha did not answer, she just shook her head slowly.

Prass also asked one of the nurses there to serve something to Insha.One tray of complete food was quickly held there.

Prass took a bowl of warm chicken soup, he took a spoon and thrust it into Insha's mouth.

Insha simply shook her head, she turned her head in the other direction avoiding the bribe.

"Insha.let's eat something.Give energy to your body.you're so weak.I can't see you like this.."

However, the feeling that had grown in Prass' heart when he first met Insha at the chocolate cafe could not just disappear. Insha's perfect beautiful face will make anyone fall for her.

Prass continues to persuade Insha there, until finally Insha is willing to eat from Prass' hands.

Just then Hanafi entered the room, looking at the view of Prass who was feeding Insha there, Prass' hand rubbed Insha's lips because of the soup dripping on the tip of her lips.

His heart was burning, his shadow was back when Hanafi brought Salma to the main house and they ate at the same dining table.

*maybe this is what Insha felt first.It hurts to see me together* him...

Hanafi shed tears there, choosing to retreat to close the door and let everything that happened there.

They were already in the cemetery, a cemetery in urban areas with well-maintained conditions, no weeds growing, nor trees planted carelessly. Everything looks neat and clean. The funeral was attended only by a few people who were well known by Hanafi.

Hanafi had just put his hand on Insha's shoulder into the back of his weak body. But a religious leader there exclaimed.

"Does the body have a husband..."

jolted with those words, Hanafi hesitated to say it, but in the end he confessed because they were still married despite not being recorded in the country.

"Yes sir.I am her husband.."

Some people who came there were quite surprised by Hanafi's statement, but they just fell silent and did not dare to ask each other. A gaffe in their hearts for getting information that Salma's death occurred after giving birth to a baby. A presumption arises that whose child was actually born, considering Hanafi claimed to be her husband.

Some people there looked confused looking at each other, but did not dare to speculate in the slightest.

Hanafi took off his hand on Insha's shoulder slowly, not yet detached but Prass's hand was ready to be a backrest again for Insha, he said, Prass instead put one hand on Insha's shoulder trying to strengthen her grip on Insha's body.

The view of the people who were there was again diverted to see Prass. A man taller than Hanafi with a very handsome face, also dashingly embraced the wife of the owner of the Wijaya group tightly.

Many of the preconceptions that appear again there, but any presumption that, do not dare to say anyone considering who Hanafi. No one dared to spread any news about him, or he would deal directly with the owner of the largest company in his country.

Hanafi went down to the pit, he persecuted and worshipped Salma one last time. Her eyes looked teary with a slightly trembling voice holding back her cries.

"Sister Prass"

insha lirih.

"What's up In..."

trying to look at Insha who was in his arms.

"Take me out of here.I can't see it..."

Prass did not answer, he carried Insha's body slowly away from the burial area.

"Sister Prass.I can't be with Hanafi anymore.you know.the baby will only remind me of the wound.although I already know everything..."

Insha said as she walked and leaned her head against Prass's chest.

"Then where are you going, Insha..Hanafi is still your husband...Salma did all this for you, too..."

Inevitably Prass also wants Insha to be by his side.

"But I can't.I feel helpless.I can't have a..."

insha's sentence was cut straight by Prass quickly.

"Huuushh.Every human being must have a lack of Insha...God will certainly give an advantage to a deficiency itself Insha..."

I can even accept you with all your shortcomings if you are willing to live with me...

Prass murmured in the depths of his heart.

While Hanafi who had just climbed from the burrow, did not see Insha in his place earlier. He also circulated the surrounding view and found Insha who was walking slowly in a tight hug by Prass away from the cemetery area.

Seriate...