Dilemma of Marriage Left
Chapter 20

Six months later.

The new office under the leadership of Fatan, has shown good development. The management team has been very solid. Fatan is confident that in a moment, he will be successful with his team-mates. The man always equated his employees. For him all who work in the office have the same goal, namely to get money. Therefore, as much as possible he embraces so that everything can work without pressure. Both feeling and mental.

Besides, Nila was already used to her job as a secretary. Although busy is not playing, but if the longer taken relaxed. Everything will be arranged by itself.

As it is today. All schedules have been stacked as neat as possible. However, suddenly the client just gave information that it turns out their meeting schedule can not be held today. Automatically, Nila also changed her schedule immediately.

At lunchtime, Nila's phone rang. He glanced and then knitted his two eyebrows. On the screen was the name of the mother who called. Nila stopped her job briefly to answer the phone.

"Hello Ma'am?"

"Nila .. hiks hiks hix ... Father Nile ... Huuu uuuhu."

Nila was surprised not to be a bitch. His heartbeat even stopped when he heard his mother cry.

"What's wrong, ma'am? How did you cry?" His heart felt anxious for a moment. His concentration was in an instant dispersed.

"Dad does not exist ... " The mother came back crying until she fell.

Dream in broad daylight. Nila's dumbfounded. His subconscious rejected the bad news. Yesterday morning, he made a video call.

"Mom must have lied, right? Don't joke with Nila. It's not funny, Mom." Nila just stared blankly ahead.

"When did you lie to Nila? Dad had an accident and the police are still figuring out what happened" explained the mother.

Nila still could not believe it. Because he could not just accept the news that his mother told him. He was still silent, instantly his face lowered because he could not help feeling sad. Because the news turned out to be more painful than Bayu cut off a few months ago.

"Crazy, can you go home now? Your father will be buried soon. So that there's no remorse, please look at your father one last time."

The woman felt increasingly tight on her chest. He did not even realize that Fatan was already standing in front of his desk.

"Nilah ... " The typical baritone voice possessed by Fatan made Nila instantly raise her face.

Fatan knitted his eyebrows when he saw Nila's face, especially the cheeks to the chin full of tears. While the phone call was still connected to her mother, she held it for a while.

"Mom, just a second. Don't end the phone."

"Yes ... "

Nila put her phone on the table and grabbed a piece of tissue available there. He wiped the tears carefully.

"Why are you crying? What's up?" tanya Fatan was curious.

Nila who was still sobbing, then took a deep breath. "Sir, my father is dead. Can I not if I have permission to go back to Jakarta now?"

Fatan was shocked and sad. "Well, if you want to go home, it's okay. Let my work be yours."

"Thank you very much, sir!" Nila grateful. "I'll be ready now." The woman smiled a big smile.

"Yes please ... Nila, before you leave, do not forget to send the schedule that you have made yes and give information to clients so that they can directly contact me for the next few days," Pinta Fatan.

"Alright, sir," replied Nila feeling relieved. Because the schedule that he has rearranged for the next week will be almost finished. Looks like he'll actually finish it first before going home.

"Oh yes Nila ... " Fatan seemed to think. "I'm so sorry, you're patient" said the man.

"Yes Sir. Thank you," Nila replied in full because Fatan did not prevent her from staying in the office at all. Given the new CEO, not able to complete such a large amount of work without the intervention of Nila.

"Hello I still hear Nila?" ask her with a feeling that has begun to calm down. For some reason after seeing Fatan, Nila seemed to get strength and believe that she was not alone.

"Still, Nila ... How can you go home now?" ask her mother again.

"Can't Ma'am. Wait for Nila huh, three more hours Nila will be home."

"Yes already. You be careful on the road, son!"

"Yes, Mom."

After the phone call ends. Nila quickly finished the job and sent her data to Fatan. Being in a position of anxiety and having to focus again with work, it's not easy. Not just patient, but calm.

Within half an hour, Nila was able to do it. After that, he immediately ordered a plane ticket.

On the other hand because of hearing the news of the departure of the father, Nila to not remember that today will hand over the car that will be used by him as a facility from the office. Maybe later Fatan will represent it. Because the man himself also gets the same facilities.

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Right at 3 pm, the taxi car that Nila was riding in arrived in front of the funeral home. Many mourners came back and forth. Nila's heart was getting fuller. Sadness is inevitable.

Nila rushed out of the taxi after giving the driver fare money. He ran past the mourners and stopped right in front of the father's body, which was packed with a white chest. He walked over to the mother who was sitting next to his father.

The woman sat down beside her mother. But he did not see his brother there.

"Bu .. " said Nila Lirih.

The mother looked over with her two eyes that looked puffy. Instantly the middle-aged woman hugged her eldest daughter very tightly, venting a deep sense of sadness experienced by her. For it never crossed his mind that the husband he loved so much had already left himself forever in the lap of God.

"Why did your father leave so soon?" ask the mother.

Nila's lips trembled after her mother asked like that.

"Dad left because God loves you more, Mom. It's all fate" replied Nila as she gently stroked the mother's back.

Seeing the mother and her child hugging each other, making the mourners who came along feel very deep sadness.

Shortly after, Nila let go of her embrace. He must be strong in front of his mother. Although actually he was also very sad because he did not feel the love of his father anymore.

Instantly Nila was conscious when she looked around the living room, but there was no Lativa there.

"Mom, where's Tiva?" asked Nila while wiping away her tears, as well as her mother.

"He ... "

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