Infidelity
19. Loss

Marsha attends her husband's funeral without her son by her side. Mr. Excel faithfully accompanies Marsha who is still crying at will on the red dirt mound.

The pretty face turned puffy with swollen eyelids covered in sunglasses perched on her nose.

Although the last few years of their marriage began to crack because of the lack of attention of the husband, but Abhimanyu is very good and very wise in pampering his wife.

But over time, apparently every man is always confused when it comes to money and power to be their new friend.

They will forget themselves, forget their families and even forget the God who created them. As if they never run out of the coffers produced only for the sake of competing with other entrepreneurs to conquer the world.

"Miss Marsha! The funeral was empty. It's not good to be at the funeral for a lot of demons here. It is better to contemplate in prayer, grieve in prostration and complain to God. You won't get anything here because the demons will keep instigating your empty mind."

Excel persuades Marsha who still looks shocked.

Finally Marsha tried to stand up with the help of Excel who pulled her hand to stand up. He walked along every street between the funerals.

Marsha's body was so limp that Mr. Excel couldn't wait to reach that level.

He immediately held Marsha and this girl looked resigned because at this time it felt like she wanted to faint.

The luxury sedan drove back to Marsha's apartment. This mother of Al no longer cared for her son who was currently lying sick, for she herself was drowning in his grief. Only Mr. Excel's personal assistant accompanies Al who is still unconscious and does not know his father is dead.

Mr. Excel laid Marsha's body on the woman's bed. Mr. Excel took care of Marsha himself who did not want to eat and drink as long as they had just arrived in Jakarta until the last moment of her husband's funeral, a mouthful of water he had not had time to touch until now.

"Marsha...! Please drink the water or sweet tea to wet your esophagus. You can get dehydrated and it will make you sick.

Don't you remember your son Al. He is sick and needs you more than ever. Why are you punishing yourself?" Speak mr Excel frustratingly.

Instead of listening to Excel's advice, Marsha cried again. This time his cry grew louder as he could not bear the weight in his heart.

"It's okay if you want to cry if your heart is still very sad. I've experienced the same thing with you. I lost twice the person I loved the most and it disrupted my memory.

You are the one who saved my soul and I can accept the fact that the two most precious women in my life are gone forever.

They will never come back even if you force yourself on them to live in your mind.

Losing hurts even time unable to treat that loss until you find someone who will restore all that was lost with the happiness he offers you."

Speak Excel at length to calm Marsha's heart.

A moment later, Marsha's cry began to subside even though there was still sobbing there but, he began to rise to accept the kindness of Excel who had been hard-earned to make tea for him.

A mobster like Excel might take care of someone else if not for having his special feelings towards that person.

Marsha gulped down her drink and sat leaning on the bed while wiping away the remaining tears. He did not care about the swelling in his eyes with a dumb face because of the slow crying.

A cup of tea was able to relieve the thirst in his fairly dry throat. Seeing the progress of Marsha, Excel offers her a feed for Marsha.

Without a word Marsha took the bribe and that was only three bribes. Mr. Excel doesn't want to force anymore. Marsha had eaten alone, that was enough to make her relieved. He finished off Marsha's leftover food and made Marsha flinch.

"Master! That's leftover food from me why are you eating it?"

"Why indeed? That's leftovers from you not anyone else." Speak Excel indifferently.

Marsha could only be silenced as her head also continued to throb. He kneaded his own temple and Excel moved quickly to give his women aspirin to relieve the headache.

Marsha eventually falls asleep under the care of Excel, who is still faithfully waiting for her woman. Marsha blankets are raised slightly upwards to provide a sense of comfort and warmth.

Excel accidentally fiddles with Marsha's bag and wants to know what it contains. He was so shocked when he saw Marsha's sleeping pills and anti-depressant drugs.

"Good god this girl! Does he want to die young?" Excel takes the drug out and throws it into the toilet.

Excel slept on a long sofa close to the balcony door of Marsha's room. Both of them fell asleep in their dreams. Not long before the room bell rang. Scared that Marsha's sleep was disturbed, Excel got up to check who was coming.

He was so shocked to see Mr. Cal, Marsha's mistress. Mr. Excel turned off the bell so Marsha wouldn't hear it.

He contacts the apartment security to drag Cal out of the front door of Marsha's apartment.

"Why did that bastard come here? I think I want to kill that guy. " Snap Excel while clenching both hands.

"Who's coming?" Tanya Marsha approached Excel who immediately caught Marsha's body looking limp.

"Who asked you to leave the room? Isn't it enough that I'm meeting your guests..?" Excel is jealous.

He led Marsha back to her room. Who is coming, sir? Are they my husband's friends? Maybe they'll just say something to me." Marsha said and lay down again.

"Nobody, just the wrong address. The room number is the same only the floor is different."

"Why didn't you come home? I am a widow my husband has just left. Do you also want to insult me?"

"You're not healthy anymore and I won't do anything bad to you and stop thinking about morality. I will keep you here and will marry you after your Iddah period is over." Excel IMBUH.

"Why are you being stubborn? You're weighing more on my mind and I don't want to get married again. Stop seducing me and expect me!"

Marsha's words seemed confused by her own words.

"I know, right now you need someone else beside you and I hope you don't have to pretend in front of me as if you are the strongest. Just take care of your body you can't. What else is controlling you." Speak Excel and then lie down again on the sofa he was sleeping on.

If you do not remember Marsha in mourning, it feels like he hugs and kisses her lips.

But it was impossible for her to do so because Marsha kept blaming herself for her affair her household state became ruined and she felt the cause of her husband's death.

And now his son was also again seriously ill in the hospital while his own body was unable to move in this state of deep sorrow.