My second husband Prince Jin
Chapters. 91 Return to Indonesia

After Ammar and Delia, the place suddenly burned by itself. The fire engulfed the entire contents of the inn until it was not there.

The police who came to the place only found Yovan's body lying lifeless with a gunshot wound to the back in the basement.

But the innkeeper was not there. They tried to find the innkeeper but they could not find him.

Police suspect that the innkeeper had been involved in a crime and disappeared after previously eliminating traces of his crime by burning down his inn.

No one knows if Ammar's men have brought the man's body and thrown him into the lake to be a crocodile - a hungry crocodile in the lake.

Ammar took Delia back to her apartment. The genial man deliberately brought Delia there because that was the only place he knew.

Delia cleaned her body and changed her clothes to house clothes. Then he looked for food in the fridge and cooked his food to prop up his already very hungry stomach.

Understandably, during captivity, he never felt a mouthful of water and a mouthful of food into his mouth, because the innkeeper did not feed him or drink.

After eating, Delia rested on the bed. Delia curled herself up crying for a moment as she remembered everything she had been through.

He regretted why it had to end this way. He feels guilty for causing Yovan to have to die in order to save her. If only he hadn't come to that godforsaken inn. Perhaps now, Yovan is still alive today.

Although Yovan has hurt her heart by cheating, in her heart there is still love for her husband. He was only disappointed that Yovan had betrayed him.

Satisfied Delia cried until she did not feel she fell asleep. The sound of the phone ringing kept him awake.

Delia picked up her cell phone lying next to her. When she was going home, Delia took the time to search the innkeeper's pocket to find her phone which was picked up by the innkeeper when she was inside the room.

Delia's longing for her siblings was slightly relieved when she heard the voice of Ardi's mas across.

" Asalamu'alaikum, Delia. Hello, deck how are you. Yesterday I called you but not picked up. What's up, deck. You are very worried about you" Mas Ardi said on the phone.

" Thank God, I'm fine, Mom. But.... " Delia sobbed unable to continue the word - she said. He came back crying again, making the skinny man who spoke across there furrow his brows, riled and curious.

" But what, deck. Speak the same plainly. Don't be curious! Why are you crying? did Yovan hurt you, deck? " ask the man on the phone.

Delia could not say - words. Only her crying grew louder.

" Dek, ... already deck. Don't cry anymore. If you're not ready to talk right now, it's okay. Don't be sad, deck. Mas so follow sad thinking about your situation! " sorry Ardi. The man's voice had now turned hoarse.

" Delia... Delia and Yovan..! " dellia had not yet continued her sentence, her apartment bell rang.

" Mad, hold on, yeah. Looks like there's a guest." Delia then disconnects the phone from Ardi and steps towards the living room.

" Hello, can I speak to Miss Delia Permana! " Two men in police uniforms immediately asked as Delia had just opened the door.

" Yes, I am Delia Permana. What can I do for you, sir? " dellie said to the two officers.

The two took off their uniform hats and spoke.

" this is about your husband. We are very sorry, but we have to inform you that your husband is dead. We found his body this morning at the Memoar' home stay. Please, accept our sorry. "

Delia's body shook. He almost fell if not supported by the two officers who came to give the information earlier.

" Miss Delia, are you okay? " They then told Delia to sit on the sofa. One of them took a drink that was available not far from the sofa and gave it to Delia.

Delia felt sad and shaken to receive the news of Yovan's death. Although she knew the truth, she still could not accept the death of her husband Yovan.

The two officers then left after saying condolences and saying goodbye to Delia.

Delia went back to the room and cried all over there. After she was satisfied, she called Ardi and wanted to tell him the news about the death of her husband, Yovan.

" Hello, mas. Sorry there was a guest who came to see Delia, mas. " said Delia while wiping her tears that returned to flow again.

" Yes, not papa. You are still crying, what is it? " ask her in surprise.

" Anu, mas. The guests were two policemen, and they could bring news of Yovan's death."

Mas Ardi was shocked like a beard fire.

" What deck.? your husband's dead? raji'un. When, deck? "

" this morning, ma'am. ! " Delia told her brother everything, from the beginning he caught Yovan's affair to Yovan's death at the hands of the innkeeper because he wanted to free himself from the lewd men of the inn owner.

Mas Ardi was shocked to hear all that, the man seemed devastated to hear the suffering experienced by his sister. But what power, he could not comfort him because the distance separating was very far.

" I'm sorry for what happened to you, deck. Pray that you may be given patience and a way by God to be happy." mas Ardi prayer to Delia.

" Thank you, yeah. Delia is now somewhat relieved that she has spoken to the family. Just contact Yovan's family. Mas, Delia asked for help, do not tell about Delia's divorce plans on the part of Mas Yovan's family or about the affair she had committed. Delia thought it was all over. Delia has forgiven Mas Yovan Let Mas Yovan's disgrace remain buried with his body" Delia said

" Yes, deck. Mas. I will keep this secret from the Yovan family. Enough only we know. "answer Mas Ardi agreed with Delia's opinion.

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Delia prepares to leave for Indonesia. At the request of the family, Yovan's body was finally buried in the homeland, at the residence of the Yovan family in Semarang.

Delia was busy taking care of Yovan's return home via plane. All the letters have been handled by Delia, just waiting for the departure of the planned Delia will leave tonight with the last plane.

Flights from Australia to Jakarta take two and a half hours. Arriving at the airport, Yovan's body was greeted by sobs by the family. They did not expect that Yovan's life would end in a tragic way.

Delia could not help but feel sad and haru. He hugs Ardi, Asmi, and Mirna.

Spilling all the sadness that he had so far to all the brothers made a little more able to reduce the burden on his heart.

" You come home too at last, deck." cried Mas Ardi as he hugged his sister.

" Yes, Mas. Mas.. Yovan, Mas hik hikhik. hik.! " delia's cry broke out. He could no longer hold back his tears that he had been holding back.

" Patience, deck. All is determined by the Almighty. We must not blame the bad luck that befalls us.! " said Asmi.

" Mom, sorry I haven't had time to congratulate you on your marriage.! " Delia said as she shrunk her tears.

" The husband has business. He will soon be coming too.! "

Sure enough, before long a tall and well-built figure came to Asmi and immediately embraced the woman with affection.

" My queen is okay - what? " sanyanya.

" I'm fine, Hasyeem. This is Delia, my sister who lives in Australia. Delia, it's Hasyeem, my husband!" asmi introduces Delia to her husband.

Hasyeem turned to look at Delia. The handsome man's forehead that came from the jinn nation was wrinkled.

" I, Delia, sis!" delia said with a shy blush. The woman who at a glance past her face was similar to Asmi was visibly fascinated by the good looks of her sister-in-law's face.

" sir, your husband is handsome. No loss divorce from Mas Ilham, even can be super. "whis whispered in the ear Asmi.

Meanwhile Prince Hasyeem watched his brother-in-law silently.

" Who is the man standing behind Delia. From the smell, it seems like he is also from my people group.? "