My ex-President My Husband
Artanegara Bilmar
"Papa is very happy you want to come back home again, son." said Papa Bayu while chewing his dinner.
"Yes Pah, Bilmar is happy too. Come back here to take care of Papa and our company" Bilmar replied as he poured chicken soup in the bowl for his daughter, Maura.
His name is Bilmar Artanegara. He is the only child of Bayu Artanegara and Mira Pramesti. Bilmar comes from a wealthy and respectable family. ECO GROUP is a hereditary company from the hard-earned Grandfather of the past. It is not wrong if all this success will continue to decline to him until his grandchildren later.
After graduating from high school, he attended college in London. Then married because of the matchmaking of the mother. From his marriage has given birth to a beautiful daughter named Maura Zivanan. Maura is now five years old and since the birth of the child the status of widower has been held by Bilmar.
He was a long enough widower.
His wife, Kanyan Wibowo, died giving birth to their daughter. Their marriage was not based on love at all. Just a mere matchmaking. It was done by two families to increase their power.
Until now it is known that Bilmar has not married again not because he is still reminded of the shadow of his late wife. But still thinking about his first love.
The first faithful love is enthroned in the recesses of his soul. Bilmar was so difficult to destroy the former lover in his memory until this very second.
Whether what winds bring him back to Indonesia, it seems his heart and soul have begun to be friendly with Papa and his family, who in recent years have made a wound in his heart.
"How are you preparing tomorrow?"
"The ceremony of sertijab between you and papa tomorrow is ready Mr. Adit said. Finally Papa can feel old age at home without thinking about the company again," Papa Bayu embraces his son.
"Just pray, Bilmar can live it well Pah."
"Eat dear," Bilmar fed his daughter.
"It's okay, Pah, tomorrow I bring Maura to the company,"
Bilmar nodded with confidence and strength. He just wanted to pay for all his sins for leaving his parents for a long time. And may just want to go back to tidying up her lost love.
It's possible, though,
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The night wind was so strong into the window of Alika's room that was directly faced with the outside, the wind barged in giving cold to the face that he still used after praying.
She was still in her alphabet to teach, praying for her late husband without stopping. In the old house he only stayed because extinct had his ideals and hopes to be together in that house. Both with Aziz and their future sons.
"It's cold, huh?" Alika stopped her tilawah and walked towards the window that was still open to be tightly closed.
He sat on the bed leaning against his body, wiping the pillow next to him. He felt Aziz remained at home, still taking care of himself.
"Oh my God, I miss my husband. You love her more than me. Please take care of her and place her in your most beautiful Heaven."
Alika prayed in her heart while putting a picture frame of her husband's face placed with both hands on her chest.
"Don't worry about me, I'm fine here. Don't worry about me! I will always send prayers throughout my time. Always take care of me!"
His tears were dripping more and more, he was sulking in his tears in bed that had not allowed them to feel how beautiful the first night was.
It looks like the late Aziz is still in the house. His spirit was still accompanying and watching Alika at home, watching how devastated the feelings of his newly married wife had not been there for a day.
Truly living is a mystery to God, what he decreed can never change for any reason.