I'm Young Wife
23. Father's Death

This morning Nadia got some bad news from Nathan. Critical grace. Nadia continued to cry in Nita's arms since they reached the room of Grace and heard an explanation from Nathan. Joni sat down with Nathan's doctor not far from them. Both of them also had the same feeling as the two crying women.

Chequek...

Yoga Doctor out. Shaking his head slowly as his eyes met Nathan's. Nadia immediately ran towards the doctor. Nita and the others. Nadia could only sob at the gloomy looking face of the Yoga doctor. He knows what happened to his father.

"How's doctor?" ask Joni to make sure.

"sorry. I've tried as much as possible. But God wants something else."

Nadia immediately went into the room where the Yoga doctor had come out. His father's body lay there. Both eyes are closed. Various scary tools that a few days yesterday installed on his father's body have been removed. Both of his hands were cupped on his stomach.

The lifeless body was tightly hugged. Tears are flowing more and more. Body vibrates.

"Don't go, dad. Nadia could not make my father happy. Why did you have to leave so soon?" nadia sounded sad. Nita approaches Nadia.

"Nad, uncle is calm now" said Nita as she patted Nadia's back.

"Mr Nit. You left me alone."

Joni immediately shrugged Nadia's shoulders. Hugged the woman in his arms. Nita was in that embrace. Nathan just silently looked at the three. He also did not know what to do now.

"You're not alone Nad. Nita and I are always there for you" Joni said as she stroked Nadia's trembling back.

"Don't be sad, Nad. Uncle will also be sad if you continue like this."

"But Father..."

"Ikhlaskan uncle Nadia. Let uncle calm down by his side." Nadia tightened their embrace. This hug is what he needs now. A firm friend's embrace.

...*****...

The ground is still wet. Sprinkles of rose petals and various other flowers decorate the mound of earth with tombstones bearing the name Grace. The distinctive aroma of the oil used to flush the tomb is also still clearly smelled.

Nadia sat next to her father's grave. Looking at the tomb that is now side by side with the tomb of his mother. The two parents who raised him have now united in eternity.

The mourner left the funeral an hour ago. But Nadia still hasn't moved. After finishing reading Yasin's letter to his parents, Nadia still did not leave the cemetery. Nita and Joni's persuasion doesn't work for her.

Nadia had stopped crying at this moment. Learn to describe what has gone. The living will meet death. And that is a certainty that cannot be broken.

"Mr, Nadia hope you're happy there. Forgive Nadia who has not been able to be a dutiful child. Nadia has not been able to make the father fondle grandchildren. But, father, Nadia is pregnant now. I wish I had stayed longer with Nadia. Surely you will be able to feel the fondness of the father's grandson funny."

Nadia rubbed her suddenly flowing tears. He's sorry now. He was even able to tell the happy news that his father was waiting for when his father was no longer there.

"Nadia promised to live this life well. Nadia will try to achieve our goals both. Nadia will make sure in the future there will be no more families who suffer the fate of our families. Nadia promised that to me. Nadia won't stop until it's achieved" he said slowly, wiping his tears.

"Let's go back to Nad." take Joni. He was no longer able to see Nadia in such a state. Nadia nodded. It's already afternoon. The sun will soon change with the moon. The funeral atmosphere was getting dark.

Nadia walks cautiously among the dozens of tombs that are in public cemeteries in her village. Joni walked in front to show her the way. Only the two of them remained in the tomb. Nadia is lucky to have someone like Joni who is always there for her. His bodyguard can always be anything for him.

Nadia sat herself in the back seat of her car. His head is there. Joni held out a bottle of pregnant milk to him. All this time, it was Nitalah who prepared the milk for him. Nadia couldn't possibly make it at home. It could be that a pregnancy that is closed tightly will soon be known.

Soon he sipped the milk. Slightly gave a feeling of fullness in his stomach that had been rumbling from earlier. Nadia missed her lunch. Several times Nita persuaded him to eat, but always failed. Nadia has no appetite.

After the milk is gone. Joni thrust the rice box towards him.

"I'm not hungry Jon." The lie. In fact, his stomach was wrapped around asking to be filled. What else there is another life in his stomach that goes to eat with him. But he really lost his taste.

"You may not be hungry. But your hungry son. You want that?"

"I'm sorry, dear. You must be starving by now." he murmured. Nadia then started eating. Joni smiled behind the wheel.

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Nadia returned home after completing the usual do'a tahlil reading until the seventh day after someone's death.

Nadia's body was tired. It felt like immediately laying his body on a comfortable mattress. Nadia was relieved not to find an old man with the status of her husband in her room. That means, he's clean now. Not having to hold back feelings when being seduced by her own husband.

The absence of a Bondan Nurse in her room was not a problem for Nadia. Even blessings. Nadia did not want to bother where the man was staying for the night. His body is tired and needs rest now. After all she was not sure she would be able to endure serving her husband's lust with the chaotic state of mind and tired body she was in now. Let him seek his own pleasure.

Why think of a husband who didn't even come to his funeral. Husband who did not accompany his wife who had just lost her father. That's not commendable.

Nadia nodded remembering it. Whatever her husband is. At least he should be there when his wife is in grief, right? Nadia felt that even if she had no husband, it would be better.

After cleaning up, Nadia immediately went into the blanket and buried her body there. Letting warm from the thick blanket wrap it. In just a moment, Nadia had managed to skate in her dreamland.

In the morning Nadia woke up feeling nauseous. Nadia stood in front of the sink. Take out his stomach. Again it was just the yellow liquid that he was releasing. Nadia immediately washed her face to get fresh again.

Since becoming pregnant, Nadia has become rather lazy to deal with water. Soap that usually always makes him calm now even becomes his scourge. He would vomit if he smelled the fresh scent of soap to make Nadia forced to shower without using soap for days.

"Sad huh?" the question greeted Nadia as she exited her room. Devi and Yuli were already standing in front of her room with their chests crossed. Nadia only glanced at the two people.

"I'm lazy to argue now." Nadia passed soon. Better he immediately go to the kitchen and get some bread to prop up his stomach that asks to be filled. This pregnancy often makes her feel hungry.

"Mr didn't come home last night?" yuli asked as she caught up with Nadia to the kitchen. The young pregnant woman was enjoying a piece of sponge that she asked from mbok Darmi.

"Where do I know."

Nadia started thinking now. Where did the old man go. He knew very well that no matter how late, Juragan Bondan would still go home. Either it's to her room or Devi's room.

"Usually you're in your room."

"You could be in Devi's room."

"If it's in mom's room, I won't ask you."

Could you go to Narti's house? If you hear the story from Joni, you repeatedly go there. That means you are satisfied with the service provided by Mr. Narti. Think Nadia.

"Emmm. Maybe he's looking for a third wife."

Nadia's answer made Yuli's eyes bulge. A wife lightly said that her husband was looking for a new wife. His father's young wife was different.

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