Married Little Princess Bestie
49. Beloved Funeral

I don't know how many times the man rubbed his eyes. The mourners who came to prevent him from being sentimental. Even though his heart is broken.

What Riswan cries is not the mere departure of Greg. After all, the old man was too old to accept prayers in order to have a longer life. Riswan was only gnawed at regret, he could not help but hate himself who did not accompany the last days of a Greg Darmawangsa.

Yeah, that old man's been fussing about a week. There was only a request made when Riswan entered the rush hour taking care of the House of the Group in various cities. Starting from the sudden want to have lunch with Riswan and Binar. Until talking about the names of grandchildren that might be suitable for the twins.

Riswan often complains with harsh answers, that he was not told the gender of his son, why make a name now? Not infrequently, he deliberately ignored Greg's phone ring easily. Busy reasons, until not heard.

The intensity of the conversation is not quality that more often occurs three days before the departure. How foolish Riswan is to fail to read the implied message of his beloved grandfather. This time Riswan's tears spread more and more. Fall without control of the owner.

Adrian patted Riswan's shoulder gently, "Ikhlaskan. So that Greg's grandfather could calm down," the whisper broke the restrained sobs.

Stupid time with the assumption of investors who might come, or employees of the House of the Group who may be watching. Riswan wanted to lament his regret. Self-condemnation is so vile to a man who for years played a father.

"The funeral is over, how many hours are the bodies up here?" tria asked Adrian. The woman immediately darted as soon as she received the news Adrian, he handed the whole job to the staff who were quite trustworthy.

Adrian looked at the watch, "Ten more minutes should be. Just bathed as soon as it comes, later let my wife take care of the banquet."

Tria nodded in agreement. While Riswan's hearing became deaf instantly. He could not ignore the short message that Greg had last sent. 'Riswan, I called the ambulance. My chest is tight, please come to the main hospital if you can't, that's how it is...

"At least I picked up Greg, Adrian. He was not a man who deserved to die just from a sudden heart attack!" riswan protests when Adrian once again tried to give calm.

"There is no point in blaming yourself, Riswan," Adrian said in the same tone. Soft and wise.

"Just Greg my family is left! Did you forget?!" riswan's wrath echoed. Freeze the entire room for seconds.

A word that unexpectedly arrived at a figure who had just entered the room. The woman froze in the main doorway of the Darmawangsa family home. His heart was no longer stunned, but off the radar of life. From the tail of his eyes, he could see Adrian's panic silencing the master's mouth.

Adrian was well aware of the situation he was facing, Binar is there now.

***

Throughout the funeral procession, Ned did not escape to reach Binar. The man also reminded his beloved baby not to be offended by Riswan's words, because Greg is a single family that only the man has for years. Ned tries to play a dual role, the father of Binar and Riswan's best friend.

Binar's eyes are still faithfully captivated by the figure of Riswan who was gathered in front of the tombstone. That grim cry that could not be held back sounded to slash his heart. There was a speck of feeling of wanting to hug the man tucked in the heart of Binar.

But not until the woman's body is perfectly moved, someone standing on the left side that was originally empty. Women in all-black clothes, complete with tote bags and glasses in matching colors. "As someone who awaits the death of Greg Darmawangsa, I am not so happy," he chirped successfully to make Binar look up.

Rhea looked straight at the navel, "I'm going to start a journey around the world, Binar, it's impossible to tease Riswan again now," he said again continuing the sentence, "You know, you know, he knelt to me and begged me to be happy."

"When it was just an excuse" Rhea's eyes fell on Binar who had listened to her words since, "He insists on maintaining your marriage."

Like he didn't need a response, the woman curled a smile while scrambling her hair exactly like a boy. Lastly Rhea pinched the cheek of an anxious Binar, and consciously or unconsciously, Ned did not care at all about the presence of Rhea around Binar.

"Congratulations on your pregnancy, Binar. I haven't spoken yet about your marriage either. I hope you never wasted a chance at having Riswan Darmawangsa."

It came suddenly and disappeared instantly. The eyes of Binar led to the departure of Rhea who disappeared with a taxi one way. I don't know what and how Rhea meant to convey it all, which clearly Binar with teary eyes again saves the look on the figure of Riswan.

Prayer for Greg Darmawangsa's body has been completed. One by one, mourners began to leave the cemetery. Ned who had accompanied Binar had been nimble to help Tria tidy up some things. While Adrian never stopped receiving condolence calls.

Riswan was still curled weakly at the edge of the mound that was still loose from the excavation. With the permission of his subconscious, Binar gradually approached. Her tears fell, just before she sat on the ground, hugging Riswan from behind.

Binar drowned the man's face while sobbing. His cry defeated the grief that Riswan had been chanting. Without a word, Riswan turned around and grabbed Binar inside the deckap. Their heads leaned against each other as Binar tried hard to convey his words stammeringly.

"Pa-man ma-sih has my a, right..."

The cry of Binar grew more and more so as Riswan's palm stroked his stomach. Despite not looking at each other, Binar knew very well that the man was still in tears. Although with great difficulty, he still insisted on suppressing the voice so as not to sound crybaby in front of Binar.

"Ja-ngan bi-lang gi-tu again yes, sometime," as cool as it was just answered a nod. Binar no longer even cared about the idea of being afraid to make emotional decisions.

She still had the heart not to let the man who was still her husband live a kara. Moreover, it is clear that Binar has contained their baby. Gentle Elus Riswan cast aside the strands of Binar's hair, one kiss on the forehead landing a moment later.

"No, Binar, never will" he whispered.