ROSETA
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"He really likes basketball. Just like Braga and Bryna. Thank you for not forgetting to pray for it."

Roseta smiled at the words. The laughter of the man beside him welcomed the silence that had come with a slightly strong wind.

On the grass Roseta stands after sending flowers at the cemetery that he once thought belonged to his son Braga. He wanted to change the name on the stone muaram, but the father of Alenso did not allow, he said let it be, the most important thing is a prayer sent with a routine and not forget.

Roseta could not remember how many times her fingers rubbed her cheeks that were many times wet from tears. Roseta also does not remember the pain that scratches the knee due to hit the ground because he knelt before Robert as a sign of apology.

"I told Braga not to remember the incident. Wrong if you think I'm sorry for losing my son."

Roseta listened with the whirring of the wind that increasingly softened to blow her hair.

"What I think about more is how to eliminate the trauma experienced by Braga. The boy remembered clearly. Can't be forgotten. I understand. But if it continues to be so. Braga will be a closed and cold person. I fear he will be cruel and vindictive given the Foltrees that I have heard several times from Braga's mouth he wants to kill with his own hands."

What Robert said was right. Braga has been that kind of person for two years. Eliminate the pleasures of childhood to impatiently grow up.

Braga is also very ambitious in technology. There was no time for Roseta's son to taste the habit of visiting the playground. Braga also often torments the physical with excessive martial arts.

"Mr Robert. Did Braga face so much trouble?" Finally Roseta made a sound with trembling lips.

Robert smiled consciously. "Braga always misses you Mrs Marveen. But he hated his father. Mr. Pandega is a person who is very eager to be found. Braga always blames him if things get harder and out of control. I know Braga just wants to vent his anger. But what I do understand is that Braga is desperate to protect his family."

Then one point of tears began to fall again on Roseta's cheek. This time was unstoppable as Robert tried to get closer and unshakably hugged his trembling shoulders.

Roseta is okay. He was also eager to hug Robert, tucking in a variety of thanks and apologies repeatedly.

No one is breakeven. If you want to blame, what deserves it is Roseta himself. He has not felt so bad all this time. His steps only rely on heartache and tears. Too fragile is also not good, in fact many strong figures who are more accepting of bad luck than him.

When Roseta was alone again, he stared for a moment at the view of the city from the top of the hill. Together with a paper-thin smile, one finger slipped the child's hair behind the ear. He felt a little relieved by Robert's cause which was several times reassuring if everything would be okay.

Precisely Roseta really hopes Robert will be okay, because the loss that Roseta feels has returned to his position.

Once again Roseta passed through the cement mound with the name Braga Samanta printed clearly on it but the body of Alenso Justin Bieber which fused with the ground buried in it. He vowed to send prayers throughout his life, his entire life.

The ringing of the phone herds Roseta until the moment her fingers will open the car door handle. Roseta let in until she sat in the steering chair.

Maria. The name was clearly on his phone screen.

“You anywhere out of the morning hasn't come back yet? Don't you know that there's some bad news happening to you in the mass media? Hurry home, I'll wait at home, right now.”

Roseta rolled her eyeballs, she was upset. Heard Maria becoming an impromptu raper with a roar of breath is not careless after a moment the woman nagged without knowing where Roseta is now. The hello. It's funerals. It is forbidden to make a fuss or the demons follow you behind.

"Yes I'm home."

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One cup of warm tea was well received by Roseta, the puff of smoke dancing on top of it making her impatient to take a warm sip.

"You're this calm after the cheap news broke in the mass media?"

Roseta raised her head, she knew nothing about what Mary was talking about. The woman grumbled with both hands at her waist. Roseta looks cengo himself for failing to sip the drink he just held.

"Roseta, don't tell me you haven't checked your phone."

"Indeed not yet."

One bag of problems comes before the other is solved.

Behind the soft sofa that supports the body tired due to going out all day. Roseta is faced with a strange problem that arises for the umpteenth time.

Roseta is currently seeing it. Looking at the mobile phone with the perfect image of her lips peeping at the opposite sex in the middle of the rose garden. Along with a lot of writing as a spice enhancer indication of the predicate of the actor behind his name.

"Don't tell me you're okay? What the hell with your reaction is at a crucial time like this Roseta!!!”

What Maria said was right. Roseta was unmoved and simply scrolled the phone screen while many other images were included in news articles. Roseta very clearly heard an upset speech from Maria who was impatiently waiting for her response.

"Not to worry. I'm fine."

"How can I not worry." Maria was totally upset. "The news of your affair with Theo became the headline on every news portal. There is even more on social media, from small to large. I'm sure it's pretty hard to deal with the explosion that happened there. I'm going crazy."

Roseta wonder. Here the problem is him. So why was Mary like a beard fire.

"Sit. When your emotions are running high, try to sit down."

That way Maria slammed her body on the sofa. The woman held her head, dizzy by Roseta who was still trying to be okay.

Maria is still a little relieved to be here. If only two days ago he joined Jay to go to Country I, I don't know what happened to Roseta who suddenly visited Country A, plus only alone.

Roseta felt her heartbeat speed up, she bit her inner lips together with her flickering eyes trying not to shed tears. It cannot be weak, for the umpteenth time.

'The head of Marveen Mawar hospital, Roseta Marveen is secretly involved in a special relationship with Matheo Ranu Pandega Yura's ex-husband Sefani Brafesta'

The entire country I cursed out of him. He said he was an embarrassing leader. Some cheered Roseta's desire to leave office, even to stop being a doctor.

In retrospect, Roseta felt that this matter had absolutely nothing to do with the profession.

Roseta stood up and walked towards the glass window in slow steps, leaving Mary watching him silently.

"My photo of kissing Theo is pretty good. The HD quality is very clear. Are there any contacts I can contact from this article? I wanted to ask, and then I printed and put it in my room as a memory, or it could be displayed at an exhibition."

Maria glared up standing up. "You're crazy. Roseta your reputation is at stake."

"Yes, I'm crazy. My reputation has been ruined. Make what is maintained. Just follow the plot, so they're happy."

What Maria said was not wrong. Roseta doesn't feel emotionally meaningful mentally. Even more than this kind of disaster he had tasted. If you look back, what has been experienced by Roseta before is more than a disaster. So, this news alone won't make him the most miserable person in the world.

Roseta put her palm on the window lip, feeling the wind caressing her face. The more the afternoon the colder.

Roseta is fine. Really am.

Roseta likens herself to a cotton swab that is easy to fly. Wherever the wind blows it, it will immediately follow it. The visuals are so natural.

What he was thinking about right now were his children. True not what he predicted. It will all impact.

But behind it all, Roseta believes that her brother Jack will not stay silent. So did Jay or Theo. Those men will definitely intervene. Honestly Roseta can't do anything for now.

So for what Roseta is confused alone. In fact, that kiss was what he did. Roseta will not blame anyone for now.