SHE'S YOUR MOTHER, NOT MY WIFE.
CONFIDENTIAL

Unknowingly, the car driven by Papa Surya was parked in front of the Caringin public cemetery.

Papa sat in the car watching every mound of burial ground.

Papa's tears suddenly infiltrated out.

"Remain I'm here." wiped his tears.

Papa immediately restarted his car engine.

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"Cartic." Cry broke.

Kartika is an independent woman, persistent and tough. A woman with a beautiful and gentle face. Her skin was clean her hair was black. Beautiful eyeballs. Small but very charming. His body is slim and tall. Kartika is the woman Surya once loved.

Everyone they are a very compatible couple. With Surya's good attitude in the eyes of Kartika's parents. So they agreed that his only daughter was married to a man who came from ordinary people.

The story that all friends and employees remember effort until now. Their togetherness in building effort became stronger until now.

They love each other, but eventually split up and Surya prefers Melati. I don't know what kind of wind that turns Surya into a tough and kind man into a selfish and heartless man.

Only God and He knows.

Papa Surya came down to a flower shop. In the purchase of Kartika's favorite white roses. Papa Surya stepped into the cemetery.

"assalamualaikum"

Papa sits in the vortex of the tomb.

"Kartika, I'm coming." Tears keep on breaking.

"I don't know if you like it or not I'm coming to your final resting place." Smoke a tombstone bearing the name Kartika.

"Kartika, I brought your favorite flower. The flowers I usually bring every day." Rubbing her tears.

"Maybe now this flower can not make you smile happy, baby. The wound I gave you is so big."

"I've made you, Papa and Mama disappointed. I've made you suffer."

Put the flower in her hand.

"Darling, may I call you by that word. I miss you." Papa's broken cry made some people turn their heads.

What a deep love, look at the old age they still miss each other.. The words that someone said saw a crying Papa.

"You're always the prettiest in my heart baby, you're the best. If you weren't that sincere about taking off all I might have hurt you more."

"You're always patiently waiting for me to explain all this, but until you close your eyes I can make it happen. Honey forgive me."

Papa collapsed on the side of the vortex. Sitting down and begging for forgiveness in front of Mama Kartika's grave.

"Delati has caught up with you, has she explained dear ? It seems impossible." Papa shook his head.

"She was so loud Honey, she never heard anything I said. He's so reckless. I'm sorry it was wrong to bring him to cause the destruction of our family."

"I'm so happy to hear that our son is alive, thank you so much that you've struggled to raise him yourself."

"I promise you, my shackles are gone. I'll try to be the man you love first. May our son accept me."

"I'm sure he has a heart as pure as you, baby." Papa Surya who kept staring at the tombstone.

"Honey, Sinta's son is still alive and we've been side by side. Thank you again for taking good care of Sinta. I'm the one who always troubles you, but you always take care of everything. I'm sorry baby, that's all I can do."

"I've always hoped and feared. If Davina my son with Melati has the same traits as Melati. I was afraid to show him my camping side. But you know baby, this morning I saw her figure is much different from Melati. I hope our son can get together, baby, although late I can feel having it and giving it all affection."

Papa wiped his tears.

Rise squatting.

"Darling, I have always troubled you yes, please help me from afar. So that our children will accept me yes. Hopefully nothing will ever break our family again."

Kissing the tombstone of Mama Kartika.

Get up half standing.

"Dear thank you all, thank you for listening to me. Honey, I'll be back here with all our kids."

"Pray me."

Papa left Mama Kartika's grave.

On her tears.

Red eyes and life.

The wet clothes.

A sign of heart on so missed with Mama.