
Morning time...
The tone that was tidying up the bed gasped in shock as suddenly both of the burly hands coiled around his stomach from behind. Suddenly he stroked his chest, but a smile appeared on his face.
"Mas, make a shock!"
"Sorry, you are so beautiful if you don't wear a gini hijab." Next to Farhan's hand raised stroked the long hair of Tone that was allowed to unravel.
"Oh my goodness, where have you been all this time?"
Farhan drew his hand and twisted Nada's body with his. "Sorry, I'm late to realize. I just realized that everything that has happened may have been the fate line of my story. I'm sorry that I can't accept the situation and hurt you repeatedly." His fingers he led stroking the face of his wife who had blushed. Ends on her chin and pulls her to let Nada stare at her.
"There's no need to regret anything, Mom. What has happened let it be a lesson for us so that in the future we can be wiser in dealing with problems, or trials given to us. Especially in making a decision should be thought of as mature as possible."
Farhan commented on the thin smile, perhaps the biggest regret of his life if until he completely lost Tone.
"Thank you for all of it. I will not promise anything, because I alone cannot guarantee that I will keep my promise. But I will prove it by deeds, loving and loving you in my own way. Thank you for loving me. If I'm to be honest, I'm so grateful to Papa for choosing the best wife for me, and stupidly I almost wasted it."
Smiling tone. When he was alive the father always put himself first than Farhan who was a biological child.
"Mas believe no? Papa once said that Papa loved me more than Mas Farhan."
However, Farhan never felt envious because Nada was a woman. Moreover, the tone of an orphan who needs more attention and affection of the figure of a parent.
Some time the room was quiet, both Nada and Farhan were both silent with staring at each other, until Farhan suddenly remembered something, then he took off his hand which held the chin of Nada.
"Oh yeah, I forgot, wait a minute." Farhan stepped towards the nightstand then picked up an object in the drawer. After that he went back to Nada.
Farhan pulls Nada's hand, then puts a bracelet on his wrist, which he picks up in Nada's suitcase and keeps as a memory for thinking Nada is gone.
At first Nada smiled happily suddenly Farhan put a bracelet in his hand, but after noticing the bracelet his smile immediately receded.
"What's wrong? Isn't this your bracelet?" Farhan asked, he could notice a change in the look on Nada's face that seemed to dislike the bracelet.
"Mas, this isn't really my bracelet."
"Don't you say it was your bracelet?" Farhan frowned.
"I'm sorry I lied about this bracelet. But this bracelet ain't mine."
"So if it's not your bracelet, then whose bracelet?"