
In the afternoon Pradikta returned to visit, the man met Anin and the twins,
Anin still remembered the man, the man who made her brother always smile and excited when he left school first, as well as the man who broke his brother's heart for the first time.
The two chatted in the nursery of Ayudia, about the past and also the condition of the woman who was still at home silent on the bed.
Before long, Benedict entered the ward with his best friend, the man's condition was very different from usual.
The man looked skinny, his skin was tanned, his face was thin, his eye bags were blackened, his hair was shoulder-length, far from neat.
Benedict confronts Pradikta, who is restrained by a bed in which the body of the woman he loves lies, her eyes closed.
Next to Benedict was Oscar and Rama, on the other side of the woman's foot, Nando and Alex, while Anin was next to Pradikta.
Benedict gave Pradikta the code to wake Ayudia, for several times the woman opened her eyes, if Pradikta awoke by calling or touching her hands.
"Ay, open your eyes, it's Dikta, I'm coming Ay" he said, touching the hand with the infusion needle.
And sure enough, Ayudia opened her eyes, she looked at Pradikta, no sound came out of her mouth, only a gaze that seemed to say, "what is it?"
"Well, someone wants to talk to you, you can turn your eyes to your right,"
Ayudia obeyed Pradikta's words, the woman turned her eyes away, she saw her husband, the man who hurt her.
The woman's eyes glazed over, I don't know what she meant,
"Ayudia, I'm Benedict, I've come home, I wanted to keep my promise a year ago, you remember, I said I'd give you a year, for a year, to think about what we should do for the survival of our household,"
Benedict sighed, "Ayudia I give up, I give up on keeping you, and I will also fulfill your request, about Ainsley and Aileen, if you wake up and can already move, they'll be under your care, I won't take them from your side,"
Benedict raised his head, trying not to tear, Oscar patted his best friend on the shoulder, trying to calm him down.
"Well, after this, I wish you a happy life with your love, there's Dikta here, she's always waiting for you here, she still loves you, she promised, too, will take care of you and be a good father to Ainsley and Aileen,"
Benedict, who was not strong enough to defend the dam of tears, finally could not hold it, the man turned around, as much as possible he did not want the woman to know if she was crying.
After feeling better, Benedict returned to face Ayudia, he saw the eyes that were on him, I don't know what the woman's gaze meant.
The man looked at Anin, as if asking for approval from his sister-in-law, but the young girl shook her head.
Then he looked towards Nando, his best friend doing the same thing, both people who were mean and trusted by Ayudia.
"Lo sure Ben?"ask Rama.
"Perhaps with this, Ayu can go back to the beginning, I'm sincere Rama,"
Oscar patted his best friend on the shoulder, "do what Lo thinks is good, Ben,"
Then Pradikta, "gue never made Lo let go of him, try to think again, what is this he hoped? Even though he said he loved me, but in fact he always went home to Lo's place, right? I hope you think about it,"
"Because he's just Lo Dikta, he looks comfortable with Lo, I don't want to be selfish anymore" Benedict said
The man turned his eyes towards his wife.
Benedict took a breath and exhaled slowly, he repeated several times until he began to feel sincere, "Daughter Ayudia, I Benedict Johnson Wright dropped one on you, from now on we're not husband and wife anymore,"
Eventually the man gave up on maintaining his love, he let go of his soulmate.
It was as if there was a heavy burden on his head, his chest tight, his heart ached once.
Now that it's all over, his dream to be with the woman he loved until the end of his life will not be achieved,
I don't know what the man will do after this, his mind is dead-end, a part of his soul drifting somewhere.
Confused what he would do?
His efforts all this time seemed futile, his hard work by night, the abundant wealth he had, meaningless, all in vain.
It can't buy a mother's love from her children.
The man recalled the first time he slept in a bed for the first time with the woman, when his chest was pounding just close to the woman.
Not to mention when he met the woman again, he saw a smile that showed the dimples of the woman, very sweet.
Also the first time the man kissed the woman's lips, it was sweet and made her want to always do it again.
Also upon seeing that innocent body the first time, it almost drove him crazy just by thinking about it.
And the last time they had sex, it was like, he didn't want it to end,
Benedict also remembered when he said a sacred promise before the ruler, unfortunately the promise he could not fulfill, many times he hurt the heart and physique of the woman.
If he is not selfish to force his will, maybe the woman is still healthy and happy to live her day.
But at least there is something he is very grateful for, the presence of his baby and the woman.
Ainsley and Aileen are their children, a form of affection between them.
Her daughter was very close to her best friend Nando, just like her mother, who was always comfortable at her side.
Benedict laughed in his tears, the woman was sometimes innocent, sometimes he took advantage of her innocence.
Just thinking about it he already wanted to run to embrace the body.
And one of the reasons he wanted to take the woman to the island, he wanted to have a full day of sex with her all over the island, before the resort was built.
But all these are memories and dreams that will not come true.
Everything is over, Benedict has officially assumed the status of widower, no ties with any woman.
Living in a country, one of his best friends will take care of him.
For the affairs of his wealth, all his wealth in the country, changed the name on the woman including all the businesses run by his Friends.
While his wealth is abroad, he will bequeath to his two children when they grow up.
Meanwhile, he left only a simple wooden house on the river bank, where he would live alone, far from the bustle of this world's life.