
Crazy Rich Part 83
By Sept
The san Diego hills
The wind blew at the city's most expensive cemetery. Among the well-preserved green grass, one of the gravestones is engraved the name of the grandfather Mahindra Prakash. Yes, the old man died in his twilight.
Mahindra grandfather's funeral was attended by many mourners who had been business partners, colleagues, distant relatives and people who knew grandfather well.
Even Akas and Geni were present. I no longer sit in a wheelchair. Even so, he still needs a tool to walk. The man now uses a special stick to pump his body.
Geni has always been on the side of the man, a few years ago the two were even officially married abroad. And when they heard the news of the death of their grandfather from foreign media, they decided to go home. Not to return, but only to usher in the departure of Mahindra's grandfather. At least that guy was ever good at Akas and Geni.
Gradi also stood there, but he stared hatefully at Akas. His father may divorce his mother and remarry. There is a grudge that cannot be lost.
While Hanum, his eyes look puffy. From yesterday she was just crying. For there was Gadhi who tried to strengthen Hanum. Hanum is now pregnant. It cannot dissolve in sadness. Despite that, Hanum could not stem his tears. And Gadhi could only give a hug to calm his wife.
***
Coming home from the most expensive cemetery, Akas and Geni immediately left. Without touching their grandchildren. Maybe because of shame, and not confidence. Moreover, Gadhi did not talk to them at all. Years were not enough for Gadhafi to accept his birth parents' scandal. Gadhi chose to shy away from both.
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"I want to see them, just once before we go back," said Geni who seemed to have forgotten his ambition a little.
Living away from her only child, and not being able to embrace her grandchildren, was enough to make her tormented.
"I don't want to see you hurt by Gadhi's refusal. We better get back. If he is willing to meet, he will definitely contact you," said Akas who now speaks more smoothly.
"When that? Why can't he forgive his own mother?" Geni rubbed his cheek.
For years he regretted everything, but it seemed like Gadhi's heart was so hard.
"Later .. There must be a day where Gadhi forgives us."
Akas touched Geni's shoulders, who is now his wife. While deep inside the prison, Suha was enjoying punishment after punishment.
Never before had he swept the house. Now he has to hold a broom and pull the grass in Rutan's yard.
***
Rutant X
"Mother Suha! Someone's swooping in."
Suha immediately rushed over, the woman's appearance was much older than before. Maybe because it rarely uses skincare, making it so wrinkled.
"Why so long? Where's money?"
"This is the last, next month Gradi will be married."
"Married? Goody! With your girlfriend?" guess Suha relaxed. His eyes were fixed on the brown envelope in front of Gradi.
Gradi. "No, maybe after marriage Gradi will rarely bend Mama."
"Surhaka's son!" cetus Madam Suha was angry.
"I'm going to Venezuela to start a business there."
"Hey! You're nuts! You want to let Mama rot alone in here?"
Gradi turned his face away.
"Sorry, Ma. But Gradi also wants to start a new life."
"MOLIM!!" sentak Suha growled.
"It's Gradi's decision. Sorry ... Ma."
"Strick son! You're as much of a jerk as your papa!" yelled Suha frustrated.
Because Suha was so noisy, finally the guards came. And bring the woman inside.
"Review you're a Gradi!" suha shouted once more before completely disappearing being carried by Rutan's guard.
It seems Suha will be more tormented deeper because of her own actions.
***
Tomorrow, at the International Airport.
Geni looks back many times, hoping for a shadow of Gadhi that he can see.
"You see what? They're definitely not coming."
Geni rubbed his cheek.
"Yes, I don't think our mistakes are forgivable."
While shrinking her wet nose, Geni stepped back. As it dissolved into the deep daydreams and guilt, suddenly a voice made him unable to step. The woman instantly stopped with her body shaking. Her crying broke immediately.
"Omaaayya!"
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