Love Is Hurt (Wedding Polygamy)
Season 4's. Chapters 38. (Ending)
For God's sake, it's really hard for me to go through. Without you being with you. It's hard for me to refuse to remember any more, all the memories we've been through. Together.
And I'm here heartbroken can't take it. Your departure and all this reality. I can't live like this, I can live without you.
Eternal farewell is death, no matter how great the office you sit in, how much money you have and no one will be able to avoid it.
#seventeenvsarmada.
My wife's body was buried in Pontianak near the papa cemetery.
Ariana's body was taken to a Public Cemetery, in the middle of the city. My wife's funeral is next to Papa's. I walked blankly, while my shoulders were embraced by Kak Shaka and Tata.
At Ariana's coffin cemetery, it was reopened before being put into the ground that had been dug up by burial officials.
I crouched down to reach my wife's face, stroked that gentle face one last time and after this it would completely disappear from my eyes.
"Good way, honey. See you in the second life" I tried to smile at the end of the wound.
My wife's coffin was put to the ground, and I was crying hysterically, but I had promised to be strong and sincere but in fact I was the one who broke the promise.
"Thin!" my yelling.
"Thin!" call Mama Dance.
"Thin!" yell Al, El and Om Divta.
And that shout led my wife's coffin into the ground. The cold lands encased the wife I loved. Hugged it tightly and even blocked my eyes.
I swear by heaven and earth, I am really not ready to lose. I wouldn't be able to live without my wife, somehow the story of my life after this. Am I able to survive or give up on the situation?
All the memories with Ariana are still attached here but she's gone and not coming back. I kept crying, until my eyes swelled up and no longer cared about my body condition.
If crying can make the dead live again, the lost appear again and the departed come back. So I want to cry, no matter the tears that dry up, I want her back.
The most painful longing is to miss someone who is gone. No matter how long you cry calling her name to get her back, no matter how great your tears echo she won't hear. Because he'll never come back even if he's the best five hundred million times and even waited hundreds of years.
I felt a warm swipe on my shoulder, a swipe from someone who had the burly hands of the man who supported me in every way.
"Try to be sincere, Son. There are three people who have to fight for their lives. Your job is not done. Let Arin come back first, there'll be our turn later."
"But Naro can't lose Arin, Dad. Naro love Arin. Naro wants to come with Arin!"
Daddy grabbed my weak body. The twins were also taken to a funeral to escort their mother to her final resting place.
My mother-in-law was crying hysterically, however a mother would never willingly lose her daughter. Moreover, Ariana is the only daughter that they love so wholeheartedly. But the princess was now a sleeping princess who would not be able to wake up until anytime.
"Arin, don't stay in Mama. Mama can't do it without you!" mama Tari's screams still echoed.
I cuddled a tombstone bearing my wife's name there. I hugged it as tightly as possible and tried to feel its presence here.
I wanted to, I felt angry and screamed in front of his face but all for nothing Ariana would never come back to me again. She's gone forever, haven't I cried enough and why else am I angry?
It felt like a dream that really felt real, just last night I was hugging her fragile body warmly. When I returned to remembering how much my wife suffered while alive, it managed to hit and penetrate my chest.
And now, he also chose to go and let me live alone. The last time his eyes were closed before he went into the operating room he said he loved me. But if love should not go away. If love should have stayed here and helped me get through all this.
The entire flow in my body seemed to stop and make me just silently stare without moving in the embrace of Daddy and Mama.
"Thin!"
I stared at the two tombs with hearts as if they were sliced away from me. Not yet have I risen from the heartbreak of losing Papa a few dozen years ago and now the wife I love is following and leaving a wound in the heart.
Why does God love to torture this self? After being broken by Sherly's betrayal that left me. Now I have to face the eternal farewell of a farewell that will never find its meeting point and even a farewell that will have no end, even if the world is turned upside down five hundred million times and even waits for hundreds of years.
My head really hurt, for two weeks I was crying regularly. Every day bathed in tears in the art of seducing God. I hope there will be a miracle happening. However, who would have thought that I was actually inferior to such a torturous fact.
I closed my eyes, enjoying every pain in my heart and life. I can't escape all this, I just keep having to go with the flow of this life story.
"Sister."
Shaka, Tata and Mas Angga carried the twins. I stand up to welcome my three children. Although not my flesh and blood. But they are the ones who will accompany me to old age. I decided to live alone, because I would never fall in love with anyone because my love was dead with my wife.
"Hi Papa's children!"
I pecked them all in turn. Right now the three of them are the most beautiful gift of my life. Only those who wholeheartedly want me to have.
"Here we go home!" take Daddy.
I replied with a nod. Once again I stared at the wet ground that wrapped around my wife's body. It is so cruel that this life. The woman I love with all my heart. It left a deep wound. I don't know when I'll be able to recover from this heartbreak? The departure of Ariana made me lose the purpose and direction of life, because my dream is only to live with her for a long time. But God did not allow us to be together for long. But I have not yet redeemed all my sins and wrongs to him. My wife left a wound in her chest.
"Good parting, honey. Hope you calm down there. Know that I love you until the end of my life. You will remain immortal in our hearts. Thank you there was. If given the chance to live twice, I still want to choose you as my wife. I love you, Ariana Tarumanegara."
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