My wife Canduku
desi Cemetery

Adhis.” Call Inka, when she gets to Raka's house.

“Kak.” Adhis immediately hugged the Inca in a sobbing cry.

Inka stroked the sister's shoulder. “Sabar, Dhis. This is the best, mama Desi already no longer feel pain.”

Adhis nodded while still hugging the older brother.

After the accident, Desi was only able to lie on the bed. Then, in the last few weeks, he had a decline in health, until finally today he breathed his last.

After getting a call in the XX hotel elevator, Inka immediately slides into her father's house, and leaves Sari there to meet aunt Vivi in room 201 who turns out to be David. In haste, the Inca stopped the taxi and notified Mario by phone.

The Inca circulated his gaze and did not find the father here, but his wife's body was still here.

“Papa where, Dhis?” Ask Inca after the jellie slackened.

“Papa is still in the room, he did not want to leave the room since earlier, Kak.”

While the Inca saw the edged Vino busy taking care of the letters and funeral preparations.

The Inca turned to the father's room.

Chequek.

He opened the door and saw his father sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Papa.”

“Inka.” Raka grabbed the body of her eldest daughter

“Papa many sins, In. Papa sinned with your mama and papa sinned with mama Desi.” The sobs of Raka broke.

Raka handed over the letter that Desi had written, just the day before her last breath. Raka discovered the writing two hours ago, as she was searching for a pen to mandate her man to attend the funeral. But right on the nightstand, there was a letter.

Inka got the letter.

“I guess all this time I was the woman you loved, it wasn't. I thought it was still me in those eyes, but it was wrong. There's no me there, but he's. She's the one I purposely separated from you because of my obsession. He is willing to give up for me. However, I realized that all this time I only had your body but not your heart. I'm sorry, because I've been separating you from her all along. That day I saw you keep all the memories of him, which you have kept neat until now. I'm sorry.”

The Inca placed the letter beside her father.

"Papa.” The Inca grabbed the body of the frail father helplessly.

Raka was dissolved in grief. He felt guilty for hurting the two hearts of the woman who had fallen into the trap of his passion.

The Inca was sad, seeing the father's fall.

Behind Raka's back, Inka sees Mario standing at the door of the room. Inka told her husband to come in with an eye gesture. Mario also approached his wife and father-in-law.

“Pa, sorry.” Mario grabs the back of Raka's hand.

Raka immediately replied and hugged him. He hugged Mario's body tightly. His story and Mario are almost similar, but the difference is Mario does not put forward lust, his son-in-law can still distinguish between love and lust, and he can choose what makes him happy.

“Patience, Pa.” Mario stroked Raka's back.

“Thank you, Yo.”

Finally, Raka came out with her daughter and daughter-in-law.

Soon, Laras and Andreas arrive. He was rumored by Mario and headed straight to Raka's residence.

“I'm sorry.” Andreas said while hugging Raka, alternating with Laras who just shook hands.

“Thank you, Mr. Andreas. Bu Baras's. Thank you also for giving birth to a child as great as Mario, who can make my daughter happy.” Raka Tutur.

Andreas embraces his son. Both of them smiled and bowed their heads slightly.

As the day grew late, the funeral finally took place after dawn. Laras and Andreas say goodbye to Raka. Inka and Mario take both of their parents to the gate.

“In, you don't worry! Maher and Mahira let mama and papa take care.” Said Laras, before he left Raka's house.

“True, In. You stay here until it's over. Let us take care of the kids.” Connect Andreas.

“Thank you, Ma.” The Inca hugged Laras and then took turns with Andreas.

“Thank you, Pa. Inka loves you very much.”

“We love you too.” Reply Andreas, accompanied by a smile Laras.

Inka loosened her arms and smiled, then opened the back car door for Laras, and Mario opened the next door for his father.

“Be careful, Ma, Pa.” Inka and Mario waved their hands

Mario embraces the shoulders of the Incas.

“Sometimes I envy you, actually mama papa's son is me are you huh? Because they love you more than me.” Mario said without looking back at the Inca.

“Ish, you're kidding.” Inca pinched Mario's waist.

“Aw, pain. Babe.” Mario pretended to grimace with a smile.

Across the street, Vino sees the intimacy of the Inca and her husband. He also saw the love given to him by Mario. He smiled, he was happy to see the woman who was always in his heart was happy. Isn't that how it should be “Cinta”, happy to see him happy, and sad to see someone he loves is sad, although not necessarily have.