My Husband's Infidelity
Bereft

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The car driven by Fazril stopped right in front of his residence where a yellow flag was seen waving in the wind. Inside there the neighbors had filled the courtyard to serve and deliver the departure of the late Mrs Ingrid. He immediately got out of the car as well as his wife Nuri. Both entered the fence half-run.

Arriving inside, Fazril walked in gontai footsteps. His eyes completely flooded, unable to see the mother's corpse which was now covered in cloth. A Fazril's chest really feels tight. He slowly approached with a broken heart and feeling. No words were spoken, only her lips seemed to tremble withstanding the cry. Fazril bit his lower lip hard as if wanting to endure the pain that felt piercing the deepest recesses of his soul.

Fazril sat right next to the body of the mother. In the absence of the cloth that originally covered her face, her cries she endured to such an extent. His eyes looked at my face for the last time. Fazril's face slowly approached, a kiss was landed on the mother's forehead with both eyes closed, hopefully the tears did not drip on the face of the Mother who is no longer alive.

"Hopefully you can rest in peace, I'll be happy to finally catch up with Dad there. Pray for us Mother's children, may we meet again in heaven. I love you, thank you for giving birth to me from your womb. The thing I am so grateful for in this world is that I have a very good mother. I love Mom," said Fazril, her voice trembling.

He held it in such a way. One peck back he landed on Mom's forehead before his face was again covered with a white cloth. Fazril looked tough, but not with his heart. The man looked calm, but not with his feelings. Anyone would feel devastated when abandoned for good by the woman who has conceived and given birth to us. Take care and educate until we grow and become successful people. Fazril's heart and feelings were completely broken and hurt.

Losing a mother is the biggest heartbreak for a boy. The one he regretted at this moment, why wasn't he by Mom's side when the angel of death picked him up? Fazril's chest felt even more claustrophobic when he remembered that.

"Dragon!" whinek Alena who suddenly sat right beside the kaka without him noticing.

Fazril turned his head, he looked at the sister's face with my eyes. Her cries could no longer bear it this time. The man's wrist instantly moved to grab and hug his sister's body tightly. The crying of the two broke, Alena hugged the body of the Kaka as if she was forgetting her sadness after being abandoned by the Mother they loved so much.

"Mom, Bang. Hiks hyks!" alena seemed to be complaining.

"Yes, Lena. You must be strong, I've calmed down in nature. Mother has rested in peace, may we be reunited in her paradise later" replied Fazril gently and affectionately.

Both of them really vent their sadness and loss of the Mother by hugging each other tightly and strengthening each other in front of the body of Madame Ingrid, the woman who had conceived and given birth, raising them both lovingly.

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The funeral was completed. The mourners consisting of neighbors, Fazril's coworkers, as well as the staff of the Hospital where Alena works today have started to leave the funeral home. Fazril with his wife, also Alena with her husband and also his three children.

Fazril sat on the edge of the bed in Mother's room where he last expressed his affection for her. Just yesterday they were sitting and chatting casually in that place. Mother's face was happy, she was always smiling all day. Fazril did not expect that it was the last smile he saw from Mother's face.

"Patient mas, Mother must have left quietly because the whole family has gathered, it's a pity we went home overnight" said Nuri rubbing the back of her husband's hand gently.

"It's not all his fault. All this destiny, did Mas see Mom's face when we ate at the dinner table. He looked at our faces one by one. The look in her eyes was so sweet, she didn't even stop smiling. It seems like Mother is really happy, after all her family gathered she also wants to go home and rest in peace. Mas must be sincere, Mother is no longer there, but she still lives in us her children, especially me as a daughter-in-law whose degree is raised by Mother."

"Mother is the best in-law. He graciously accepted me who was not only a housekeeper. At least he never brought it up, my degree was raised, my social status was raised. I really lost Mom, but how else. Mother was calm in nature there," said Nuri, her mind drifting considering the figure of her late mother-in-law.

"That's right, honey. Mom was calm there. Although it hurts so much, but Mas sincere. Mas iklhas let go of Mom. He will live in my heart."

Nuri nodded her head while holding back the cry on her lips. The tears just rolled without feeling. Just like her husband, she felt great pain and loss for the passing of Ms. Ingrid, her mother-in-law.

'Goodbye, Mom. May the last prayer of Mother that Mother said yesterday be heard by God and granted. I was able to conceive immediately and give offspring to my husband, the son of Mother, ' Inner Nuri clutched her husband Fazril's body tightly.

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One Month Later

"You ready?" fazril asked, clasping his wife's palm, they were in front of an orphanage.

"I'm ready, Mas. Before we really get in there, promise that we will think of our adopted child like our own, promise that we will never bring up the status of our adopted child. We love her with all our heart, care for her and educate her to become a successful child," Nuri replied turning her head and looking at her husband's face with my eyes on her.

After that, he turned his eyes to the front. Staring at the building with a large inscription that reads, 'Yayasan Orphanage Kasih Bunda.'

"As a wholehearted promise, Mas will take care of and care for the child we adopt, will not even bring up his status as an adopted child. I will love him like my own flesh and blood" replied Fazril.

The two began to step up and enter the Orphanage area. They agreed to adopt a child because after 15 years of marriage the two are still not believed to have a baby.

"We're coming, son," murmured Fazril in a soft tone of voice.

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