Fake Wedding Pledge
CHAPTER 56 Grief

From that day on, Fathan became overprotective of Azkira. Like at the moment, for example. "Darling, don't lift too much weight! You will be tired" he said.

Azkira turned his head while frowning. "Abang, this is just a tea pot and two cups" replied Azkira who was carrying tea for himself and Fathan.

"Stay away! You cannot argue. I don't want you to be sick from exhaustion."

"This guy is getting weird again. Is he possessed by a protective creature?" the Azkira in the heart.

"Well, the tea pot and the cup I put on the table. Now there is no more burden on my hands" Azkira said, raising her empty hand.

"Hmmm, smart." Fathan praised as he glanced at his flirtatious eye bead.

"Based on a strange man," Azkira explained slowly.

"I heard it, honey."

"Huh? What did you hear? I didn't even say anything" said the owner of the foot.

"Please say it not, but your mouth has done it" teased Fathan.

Azkira widened her eyes wide, then pursed her lips. "Take care of you, Bang. My head is dizzy thinking of you."

"That's the most beautiful sign of love, Azki." Fathan had not wanted to stop making Azkira shake her head.

"Of course, don't talk. Drink the tea before it gets cold!"

"And that's the warmest form of attention" Fathan continued.

Suddenly, Azkira lifted a chair up high. Fathan was obviously very worried. The reason, the chair was quite heavy compared to the tea pot and cup that Azkira had brought before.

Fathan approached Azkira and took the chair from his hand. "Why are you so stubborn? I told you not to carry a heavy load!" his nag.

"That's a very boring anxiety, Bang. Hahaha .. hahaha!" reply Azkira while laughing out loud.

"You're making my heart barely escape!" fathan said as he put the chair back.

"Finally, my brother is very strange. Are you tired of being sweet, Bang?" azkira Mol.

"What's weird, huh? You are the only one who is insensitive. Why don't you understand that I'm so worried about you?" deny Fathan with a slightly high tone of speech.

"Geez! Why is he so serious? Does that mean I'll be restrained soon?" ini Azkira was full of questions.

"Eemm, Bang ..," said Azkira with a slightly scared face, but also wanted to laugh.

Fathan did not answer. However, he immediately carried Azkira like carrying a baby on his shoulders. "You must be punished!" he continued while going to a room.

"Down me, Bang! What are you gonna do to me?" yelled Azkira while continuing to thrash. However, all of this is in vain.

Fathan struck Azkira's chewy lump of gold. "Your fault has tempted me to prank you" Fathan said with a grin.

"Abang! You are so disrespectful. Why are you doing that?" the Azkira protest was still on Fathan's shoulders.

As before, Fathan still did not answer. They were in the lounge room that led to the balcony of the house. Fathan stopped there, then lowered Azkira.

"Damnihh! Why was I brought here? I'll have some tea, '" snorted Azkira.

"That is the result if you will not listen to me, my mischievous wife" whispered Fathan in Azkira's ear.

"Dulu! He was very creepy," muttered Azkira with a cringe-crying face.

Without giving a cue, Fathan immediately scooped rough lips ranum Azkira and lay it down on a single sofa that was there. Azkira's oxygen supply seems to stagnate because of his actions. He really did not give Azkira a chance to take a breath.

"It sucks!" azkira said, after Fathan let go of his pagutan. However, the sexy man only roared a mean-spirited smile.

In the place of Bereda, Revan was crying for Nurhyati, her foster mother who was suddenly unconscious. "Mother, Revan please wake up, ma'am." Revan's broken cry can't be contained anymore.

Gunawan can only cry fragile seeing his beloved wife stiffened. Right, Nurhayati is not breathing and actually it is not a sudden thing. During this time, Nurhayati is known to have an undisclosed heart disease from Revan. He never wanted to make Revan worry.

"Momuu!" revan's screams are like piercing through the sky.

Gunawan embraces Revan. Trying to strengthen when his own heart is weak and broken. "Surpassed, Son. Your mother is no longer sick now" she said in a stifled cry.

Sinta stood stunned in the doorway of the house of Revan's foster parents. "What happened to Nurhayati? What happened to my grandson's mother?" ask without flinching. Her tears were unbearable.

"Grandmother! My mother is gone, Grandma," said Revan with trembling lips, sinking deep sorrow, which brought down his stubbornness.

Sinta approaches Revan, then embraces him. "Patience, dear." That is all Sinta can say.

"Grandma, Dad, how could Mom leave me? I haven't even got a chance to introduce my future wife to her yet" roared Revan. "No! Mother could not have died. This is not true. It's just a dream, isn't it?" Revan continued to fumble while pounding his own cheeks.

"Revan, stop, son. Don't do that. Your mother will be sad if you see you like this," said Sinta.

Revan kept shaking his head. "Dad, tell me! Mom just sleeps, right? Right? Tell me quickly, Father. Why are you just quiet?"

Gunawan's heart aches many times more than before. Seeing the child so dear to his wife was lamenting, wailing, not accepting his departure. Indeed, Gunawan also seriously mengikhlaskan Nurhayati. However, Revan for them is a lamp that illuminates and gives color to their lives during this time. So, his injuries were also wounds for Gunawan, as well as Nurhayati while he was alive.

"Son, don't make your mother go away in grief. Know that to Him alone we will all return. Your mother's work is done in this world. Let him go with a smile" Gunawan said.

"I'm getting married, Dad. How could you leave me?" Revan hugged Gunawan tightly. His heart was broken into pieces. His feelings of mourning were very intense.

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