Married by Accident
Funeral

"Look at yourself" said Erland, who chose to re-enjoy the stress-relieving ritual because he did not want something he had just learned to end up making him even more disappointed.

Yes, everything that happens is no longer a karma for him and is considered a learning life that matures him because it is impossible he constantly yells vent anger like he did in the hospital.

To hear the voice of the assistant who now knows the results. He did not respond at all because he did not want to look like a weak man who was slumped in disappointment over the fate experienced.

"Positive," said Leo who had just seen the results of the hospital and made him think if at this time it was necessary to comfort his boss who still did not open a word.

"Sir, this is not the end of everything because it only takes a few months for Miss Marcella to get back to you. After all, that guy's been sentenced to 1 year in prison, right?" He even musters all his courage when trying to entertain, even though it is actually very stubborn.

"So, I'll never meet Miss Marcella, so there's no possibility of depression." He who has just learned the fate of his superior household has almost caught a hammer, so think if the current life of his superiors is ravaged in just a short time.

Even his efforts were futile when he got a flat response that made him feel regret comforting with good intentions in order to be a little less burdened by thought.

"Go away. I have a lot of files to check today." Erland threw the cigarette butts into the ashtray on the table and returned to her work chair.

Want to busy himself with work because he could not all day curse the fate that befall him at this time. Even today is not the time to call Marcella who must have been overwhelmed with sadness once she became the first person to know.

When he had just landed his body on the chair and saw the assistant saying goodbye to return to his room, he turned to the drawer he was now opening.

He needed something to calm his mind and was currently recalling the photos that were always stored in the drawer. Think about seeing it first before returning to work.

Now, he had held the picture frame and rubbed it slowly. "I'm sorry Papa, baby for not being able to take care of you. Now Papa has got his payback. Are you there happy? You are currently playing around in heaven along with the others, right?"

Erland used to store the results of USG photos in the room Floe. He had told the waiter to clean the room that had been left by the owner and find it, then given it to him.

So, he deliberately put up a frame to protect a piece of photo that became the last memory of his descendants. Even now he turned melow when staring at the results of the USG photo.

"Are you going to recognize Papa when you meet there? Do you only recognize your mother?" murmured Erland who was currently speechless with teary eyeballs because her regret was much greater when she remembered her evil deeds that did not care about her prospective offspring just for the sake of chasing something that made her like a loser.

Of course the sentence was always ringing and recorded in his brain because it was very clear Floe cursed him at that time. "You're right, Floe. I am a useless loser."

Erland, who was still not turning her eyes to the photo in hand, heard the notification sound from her phone. He thought there was something important and made him check right away.

As soon as he saw who sent the message was his sister who asked about the results of the hospital, he is now directly the symbol +.

Then deactivate his cell phone because he does not want his sister to call and lecture like his mother. "Kirana is exactly like my mom. I'll blame me. Not to mention the mama who will be at home will definitely nag."

Moreover, she had experienced morning sickness and made her really tortured, so that she knew how hard it was to be a pregnant woman.

As he gently rubbed the picture frame he was holding, his tears did not feel down because he felt like a failed and useless father-to-be.

"I'm sorry" he said, now intending to go to the tomb of his son buried at the Floe family cemetery.

He never asked Madison's family about her son's navel because he felt sure he would not be told, so he used to tell a detective to find out.

Once you know it, always secretly come to the navel of his son. In fact he was always careful and like a thief who was afraid of being caught when it came to it. He was worried that he would be banned from arriving by Floe and his family because he did not take care of the funeral procession.

"I can't focus on working at the moment" he said, currently grabbing his suit as he stood up from the chair.

"Papa wants to see you, baby." He now walked towards the exit and turned on his phone again to send a message to the assistant if he was going out.

He did not want to meet his assistant thinking he would only be pitied like a few moments ago when he was entertained like a child.

Once done, deactivate the phone again and put it in his pants pocket while walking towards the elevator that led him to the lobby. Right now he thinks meeting his son at the funeral will make him a little calmer.

Moreover, the current felt his head was like boiling due to the many burdens he was thinking about. "May no one see me later."

He glanced at the circular time machine on his left wrist showing two o'clock in the afternoon. Regardless of the hot weather, he walked towards the lobby as soon as the sound of the elevator clanking rang and of course went straight up to the car.

"Papa's coming, honey. Even though you are angry and do not want to accept Papa, you will often come to apologize to you." Erland has focused on staring at the highway which is now not too crowded like the clock home office and of course make it not stuck in traffic.

She stopped by to buy flowers and half an hour later she arrived at the funeral and headed straight to her son's navel. As soon as he stood right at the cemetery, he immediately crouched down and placed a flower on it.

While rubbing the tombstone, he opened his voice with a teary eyeball. "Papa's coming, honey. You're not bored, are you? Or do you not want Papa to come because he hates Papa?"

As he focused on talking to his son's navel, moments later his heart skipped a beat as soon as he heard the voice of a stranger.

"Erland?"

To be continued...