
Bismillah.
"I'm sorry papa Ze," said Mr. Wijaya staring at his daughter.
Zea and papa are currently enjoying the day off with a cup of tea for each of them.
Hearing the words of his father Zea looked at Mr. Wijaya in wonder. "Why do you apologize to Zea?" tanyanya's confused.
"I'm sorry that you've chosen a man who isn't right for you, from now on you want to find a real man who truly loves you." Pak Wijaya rubbed the head of his daughter.
"What happened to Zea and Vernando is not papa's fault. The betrothal that papa and Mr. Nurman did Zea sure for the sake of my and Vernando's neglect. We're just not fooled." Zea was wise, she didn't want her father to feel guilty about her. For the marriage that took place to her and Vernando.
"But papa didn't want what happened to you, to happen to Zena."
This time Zea looked at her papa. Zea knew a rent whatever papa was to Zena. In the heart of Mr. Wijaya, he still considers Zena his daughter.
"Pa's." Said Zea quietly while calming her papa. "What happened to Zena is different now with Zea, Pa. He married Vernando because of his own fault. So you don't have to feel guilty."
"Thank you Na."
Now Mr. Wijaya feels calmer after hearing his daughter's explanation. In his mind, Mr. Wijaya hopes to get someone who can really care for and love his daughter sincerely.
"Papa hope you will find the right man Zea," said Mr. Wijaya.
Until he remembered one thing, if they were going to go to his late wife's death. He wants to get there soon.
"Zea, let's go to your mama's grave." Bring sir Wijaya.
Zea nodded obediently, she immediately got up from her seat. "Let's get ready pa, Zea also misses mama a lot."
Mr. Wijaya and Zea have begun to learn to sincerely accept the departure of women who are very valuable in their hearts. For years they have known that the most precious women in their lives have long since left them.
It did not take long Zea and Wijaya sir were neat, both of them used all-black clothes with very neat.
"Come sir." Bring Zea.
The two left home to visit Eli's mother's grave. Zea told people to make her mother's tomb again. Because at that time the tomb of his mother was like unkempt and careless.
"Mom I came to visit with papa. Zea hope mama is happy there in nature. Mama take it easy papa and Zea are also happy, Zea will always keep papa for mama," inner Zea while looking straight ahead.
50 minutes passed by the car owned by Mr. Wijaya finally arrived at the public cemetery which is a little far from where they live.
"Zea buy flowers first, pa." Pamit Zea who received approval from Mr. Wijaya.
While Mr. Wijaya remained waiting in his place, his mother continued to pay attention to his only daughter. Mr. Wijaya didn't want anything to happen to his daughter.
"The flower."
"The flower." Zea said compactly with a man.
Then the two looked together. "Pak Rayan." Shocked Zea.
Zea hasn't seen her produce in a week. His position in smart entrthaiment is also not clear, because every time Zea wants to meet Mr. Rayan is always not there.
Rayan was no less surprised by Zea. He would not have expected to meet Zea at the florist's place near the tomb.
"Zoe." Rayan Sahut.
"Pak Rayan bought flowers too?"
"Yes, who are you here with?" tanya Rayan made sure.
Zea is indeed professional, she will not discuss work outside of work hours or outside the office.
"Come sir," Zea asked after returning to her papa.
The two of them walked down one by one tomb so they could get in front of the tomb of Eli's mother.
"This is mom's grave." Zea said while sitting down.
The deg!
Mr. Wijaya is still glued in place. He stared at the grave of his wife who was seen so clean and very well maintained also fragrant.
"I'm sorry Eli." It hurts so bad Mr. Wijaya's heart saw all this. But he must not be weak, he must be strong for the sake of his daughter.
"Mom how are you, I came with papa, ma." Zea began to speak on the vortex of her mother's tomb.
The test!
Without feeling the tears of Wijaya and Zea mengabahi their cheeks each. Quickly the father and son wiped away the tears of those who had fallen soaked the cheeks.
The flower that Zea had bought had been placed on the grave of her mother. "Zea hope mama happy there," he murmured without being heard by Mr. Wijaya.
Mr. Wijaya is now sitting next to his daughter. He held tightly to the ground where the wife's grave was.
"I'm sorry Eli." Only that word yanh mamapu spoken from both corners of Mr. Wijaya's lips.
Seeing her fragile papa, Zea gently rubbed her shoulders to give her encouragement.
"Don't be sad pa, if papa is sad surely mama will also be sad." Zea.
Mr. Wijaya nodded. "Eli I promise to always look after our daughter. I won't let one person hurt her." Said Mr. Wijaya earnestly.
"I'm sorry that I've been a negligent father and husband. I'll go through all my mistakes."
Somewhere else.
More precisely in a ceremony, Burhan and the Princess are arguing.
"What happened to you? Why are you silent now. Do anything I don't want to crouch in a rotten place like this." Princess Maki.
"Shut up!" burhan snapped at his wife.
Now his mind is completely fucked. He could not think clearly, guilt had over and over again haunted his self and mind. Burhan is aware of everything he's doing big salan.
Zea Amanda is the daughter of a young woman who has saved herself from the envy that continues to haunt her. Until he fell into his own danger hole.
"Cock snapped anyway! I was just going out." Force the Princess once again.
"We'll never get out of this place before we realize what we've done is wrong and wrong." Burhan.
"Geek! You are why the hell mas, already caught up with all of Zea's words, remember mas he who made us end up here. Did you forget that this was also my plan!"
Lazy arguing with his wife Burhan soon leaves the Princess. Burhan sat in the corner not looking back at his wife who was looking upset and irritated.
"Behold you are Zea, all this is because of you. Once I get out of this fucking place I'll get it all back. You must feel what it's like to be welcomed in front of so many Zeas."
The princess immediately moved away from her husband and found a comfortable place to sleep.