The Bride Pay
Injury and loss

After Aaron and Hayley leave the restaurant, Sharaa sits limp, not knowing that Hayley already knows all the truth about Anne, the son's former fiancee.

Sharaa calls her driver to pick her up, she can't wait to see him and asks Marcel all these problems.

During the return trip, Sharaa kept calling her son to come home soon, because lately Marcel rarely came home on the grounds that office work was very much and piled up, he said, he had to stay late and decided to stay at the hotel right next to his office to save time and effort.

This time Sharaa had exhausted his patience, he kept pressing Marcel to go home to talk about something important.

With a heavy heart, Marcel fulfilled his mother's request.

Upon reaching home, Sharaa sat in the living room, waiting until Marcel came, and not for how long his son arrived.

"You haven't been home for 3 days, Marcel," Sharaa said.

"I told you, I'm busy, Ma. There are many office jobs" replied Marcel.

"Mama knows so much about your work, you usually always relax at work, why suddenly super busy?" search Sharaa.

"I'm doing something, Ma. Something very important, it's my life."

"Something do you mean?" ask Sharaa. "Does this have anything to do with Aaron?"

"Aaron? does your mom know anything?" marcel asked in surprise.

"Say everything honestly, Marcel. Don't make you blame others for this" Sharaa said.

"Alright, Ma. Let me solve this problem my way, I'll destroy Aaron until he hands Hayley over to me."

"Marcel, don't be selfish. She's a man's wife, Marcel!" snapped Sharaa.

"I know, Ma. I'll get whatever I want, Hayley's just mine."

"Now you ask, do you love Hayley?" sharaa asked, but Marcel was unmoved, the man was silent.

"Mama has guessed. Hayley's just a shadow over your past love, you don't feel like her at all, do you?"

"Answer, Marcel!" snapped it.

"Forget, Anne. You have to move on, until when are you going to live like this, son. Don't make you sad, you're your only hope. You are everything to my mom. Please ... Don't be like this, son." Sharaa could no longer hold back her chest tightness, she sobbed in front of the son.

"Ma, open up I mean like this."

"Then, how, Marcel? tell mama, don't be like this."

Once again Marcel was unmoved, unable to explain what was in his heart. Her love is the same as it used to be, only Anne in her heart. But Hayley's presence with a face very similar to Anne's, making her even more crazy.

Seeing that her son was silent and unwilling to explain, Sharaa chose to leave Marcel and enter his room.

Sharaa still remembers Anne's death and how her son was desperate for the loss. But whatever happens, he will not justify the behavior of the son who is no longer tolerable.

Contacting her confidants, Sharaa took over the full rights of PT.M-ral's leadership. He was looking for all the things that Marcel had done, the big company was family property, the great legacy of Papa Marcel who died a few years ago. Sharaa will not let her son act even crazier.

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"What-what's this!" squealing Marcel hard.

"I'm sorry, sir. The big lady who has arranged everything, I can't do anything" Marcel's secretary said.

"Ah, mama."

With a quick step, Marcel left his room intending to return home, but suddenly Sharaa was already in front of the office.

"Mama, my God. What's mom doing?" ask Marcel fretting.

"Mama did what she was supposed to do, son. Come with mama," Sharaa invited, he took the child into the car, a driver immediately drove him to a place.

"Where are we going?" ask Marcel.

"Forgetting all the hangs is over, mama will end your inner suffering," Sharaa answered enigmaticly, leaving Marcel confusedly clueless.

After fifteen minutes of travel, they arrived at an abandoned land not far from the housing they were living in.

"Do you want us here, Ma?" Again Marcel did not understand, he saw some large-bodied people standing nearby, who he knew, they were his papa confidants first.

"Look at the fire" said Sharaa, pointing to a large fire with a plume of smoke rising.

"What did mom do? what did you burn?" ask Marcel.

"Look at yourself, you'll know."

Slowly, Marcel approached the almost extinguished fire, gray flying like something made of burning paper.

Instantly, Marcel was wide-eyed when he found out what was burning in front of him. His body was hollow, he sat limp while holding his heated chest.

"Mama, what a pity," Marcel murmured softly, not expecting Sharaa to burn all the pictures of Anne and all the paintings of the girl.

"Mama wants you to live a normal life, son. Forget Anne, she's gone, you can remember her as your first love, but don't make your life crumble because of that wound. Forget, Son. For the sake of mama," said Sharaa, the middle-aged woman sitting beside her son, he hugged Marcel who began to shed tears.

"Be happy, cry for him at this moment. But you have to promise mama, this is the last one, spill all your grief and pain. Many people have felt a sense of loss, they are strong, they are sincere. Because by letting go, everything will be easier."

"Ear all this, son. Mama sure, you can. There's a lot of good women out there, you can get one of them, just don't take away the rights of others."

Sharaa cries beside her son. Because Marcel had experienced a major depressive illness and psychiatric disorder because of Anne, Sharaa tried not to force.

Slowly, Sharaa asked Marcel to get up from his seat, he took his son into the car, Sharaa know, the way was too painful, but this was all for Marcel's sake, it's been enough 5 more years he spent his day with the pain of loss, enough. It is time for Marcel to live his life forward.

After burning up all about Anne, Marcel mused more often alone in his room, trying to strengthen his heart about the reality he had been avoiding for years.

One last request of Marcel, he invites Sharaa to fly to Pakistan, visiting Anne's grave for the last time. After this, Marcel promises, will start his new life better.

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