The Boy for the Widow
Lyra's happiness, Kesy's sadness ...

Late in the afternoon, a message came in via email on the laptop that was still lit in the cool room of the Lyra milk. The beautiful woman stared expectantly at the still bright screen with her chest pounding.

How not, Lyra has taken the exam to take a position as a state financial representative in the auspices of the Government of the Republic of Indonesia, in accordance with her hopes to become a career woman in the panzer country to accompany her beloved husband.

Sure enough, the name Lyra was ranked eighth as a representative to settle in Berlin for three years.

"Oooogh my God ... This is real?" lyra's heart is full of happiness.

Her tears were unbearable to flow freely soaking her smooth cheeks. Suddenly he shouted loudly, giving thanks for the achievements he achieved during taking exams and health tests for one week in Jakarta at that time.

Rushing Lyra took her cellphone, looking for the phone number of her beloved husband, in order to give the happy news.

["Hun ... Where're you?"]

["Hm ... I'm still in your heart, baby,"]

["Ck ... I'm serious, this afternoon I'd like to treat you to lunch on your way home from work."]

["Really ..?"]

["Yes ..."]

["Ok, in two seconds I'm in front of you, baby ..."]

Zul closes Lyra's phone, knocking on his wife's room, which seems to surprise the idol.

The sudden sight made Lyra run after her husband, to give a warm hug to the man who had been supporting the full world of her work.

"Aaaagh .." cried Lyra, as her body was lifted easily by her husband.

Zul clutched tightly onto his wife's slender body, gently tasting her lips many times.

"You look so happy, what's wrong? It's time to get home from work, right?" asked Zul without removing his hand from the wife's slender hips.

Lyra shook her head, "There's still an hour left to get home from work. Don't corrupt time" his laughter is full of happiness.

"Yes-yes-yes ... What's up, honey?" Zul follows Lyra's hand-held steps to look directly at the laptop screen.

"Close your eyes," Lyra's pinta closed Zul's eyes with a slight pinching of his legs.

Zul follows all Lyra's orders, only to get the news she already knows from her mother.

Lyra sat Zul in her proud chair, opened her husband's eyes slowly, enlarged the laptop screen to make it clear his name was listed there.

"You see, I succeeded Zul! I managed to follow in your footsteps!" lyra shouted hugging and kissing that face with a feeling of happiness and love.

Many times Lyra pinched Zul's cheek to let everyone know that she was currently the luckiest and happiest person.

"It's my happiness, hun ... The happiness of Lyra who has been zolimi. At first I was not confident, because who took the test of a great person who holds the title S2 and S3. I'm only S1, it turns out I'm capable. Thanks yah hun ... You are the best husband. Always there's every need I need" hugged Lyra on Zul's body who still enjoys his wife's treatment.

For the current Zul, he just wanted to be the first person in Lyra's life. Men who are always in joy and sorrow.

Lyra again hugged the burly body of her beloved husband so that, without her realizing a small party was held by her coworkers, giving a surprise to the beautiful woman.

Without knocking on the door of the room, they entered the financial headroom clapping their hands and shouting happily.

"Happy Mother Lyra!!! Surprise!!" lela shouted as well as the other colleagues.

Lyra glanced at Zul, taking her hand off her husband's shoulder. Those beautiful eyes were back in tears, seeing the companions present before him.

"Oooogh ... Aaagh ... Thanks .." said Lyra slowly.

Zul stands up, hugs Lyra's body, giving her space to share her happiness with her co-workers.

However, Lyra held Zul's hand against leaving him in the room, "We're here first, hun ... I need you" he asked slowly.

Zul nodded, choosing to sit near Mr. Sardi, as his wife's superior who knew the Ahmad Maeta Family.

They told each other, laughing warmly. However Lyra is a person who does not talk much and remains professional under any circumstances.

Once again Lela gently rubbed her best friend's back, hugging Lyra as she would be far away from her best friend.

"No one will treat me again if Mas Ferdy forgets to give him pocket money" soed Lela on Lyra's shoulder.

Lyra pinched her best friend's small arm, "Makanya don't like spending pocket money, after all there is Mr. Sardi who can be made a place to complain if the end of the month," he laughed.

Mr. Sardi brushed off the talk of two women who always work on him when they have lunch together, "If there is no Lyra Mother, I would rarely leave the office. Mending brought provisions from home, "his smile.

"Iiighs Father!" yelled at the two women at the same time.

It was the most beautiful day for Lyra, as well as Zul who had patiently accompanied her while in the small town, only to justify a widow.

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It's very different in Kesy's school situation. The little girl was reading a small letter from the Papa, which she got from security and saw the contents of the envelope.

Kesy clutches tightly with the one million dollars Dony gave him. The tiny face opens a letter from beloved Papa.

'Hi Kesy ... It's Papa. Sorry Papa has disappointed you, but Papa tried hard to find your pocket money. Learn hard, son. Papa loves you very much. If you become a successful person, example Mama. The one who always fights for us. Again, Papa apologizes to Kesy. Maybe Papa will often deposit pocket money for you as security. Only this old way Papa can give you. Importantly, Papa's responsibility will always be there for you until you grow up. Greetings dear ... Papa Kesy's.'

Kesy lowered his head, squeezing the paper firmly in his grasp. Her tears fell unbearably. What he had been hoping for, was only sowing sadness for the man who was struggling to be a good parent.

Kesy sits in the school garden, writing a reply letter, if Dony is present at his school again, security will give the letter to the Papa.

'md ... Kesy loves Papa too. Papa's fine well, take care of your health, don't hurt Mama again. After all, Kesy always loved Papa. Thanks money. May Papa always be in the Lord's protection. Oya, today Kesy got an 80 ... Because Kesy doesn't like counting lessons. There's usually Papa who teaches Kesy. If Papa has time, bring lunch, we eat together in the school cafeteria. Warm regards, Kesy who always loved Papa ...'

Kesy folded the paper he had written, looking for a pink envelope like a little girl who was always equipped with bright colors by the mother. Write a name, and return to school security.

Security received both envelopes from the elementary school student, only able to smile, but shed tears that fell into the soul of a father, "Why is the child always a victim of divorce ...?" his murmurs put Kesy's letter in a large book.