THE EMPEROR'S HANDICAPPED GIRL
Scavenging Your Memories

"You don't miss me, do you?"

Bia was sitting with the statue of the Emperor's face right in front of him. Every time she missed, Bia would chat with the statue as if she were the real Emperor.

"Why are you so bad, Kai. You left after King left me, too. Days too! Why are you so bad that the company left!" rutuk Bia while caressing the cheek of the statue sadly.

"If I could choose, I'd rather stay blind as long as I can be with you." Bia's eyes started to glaze over. Every time he wondered, his tears would spill.

"Please, come back to me, Kai. Don't be this bad the same as me. huhuhu ..." the tears were bitter.

Hundreds of nights Bia had passed by hating the Emperor, cursing and reviling his selfish attitude. Until finally he was at the level of tired, he gave up and missed the Emperor who disappeared without a trace.

Bia opened her desk drawer and pulled out a piece of paper containing her agreement with the Emperor while they were still together. There was one chapter that was not read by the Emperor at that time, the article that made Bia doubt about the current status of her marriage. When tracing the above article, Bia should have been divorced from the Emperor, but the additional article makes Bia still feel attached to the strange man.

Letter of Agreement :

It is forbidden to interfere in each other's affairs

It is forbidden to make physical contact

The second party must obey any order from the first party

The first and second parties will part ways properly after the second party is operated on and can look back.

It is strictly forbidden to divulge the contents of this agreement to anyone

article number four (4) does not apply when the first party refuses to separate.

"I miss you, Kai ..."

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"Later on, Ma! Bia has made a late appointment with Mama Mira to Hari's tomb!"

Ms. Darma watches over her only daughter with anxiety. Already knew there was an appointment but he even woke up in the afternoon!

"Mama, don't forget later before 12 must come, yes!"

"Yes, that's hunting! Don't speed even though it's late! After all, Hari's tomb will not move even if you come by bad luck!" tukas Bu Darma fast.

Bia chuckles. She greeted her mother and walked quickly to her car. He is 30 minutes late, hopefully Mama Mira will still wait for him.

With an express speed, Sabia stepped on her gas pedal deeper and deeper. Day right, speeding turns out to be able to vent emotions buried in the soul. At any time he would try to learn car racing on a circuit like Hari, but first he wanted to smoothly ride in MP Stable.

Not until 1 hour, Bia arrived at a private cemetery filled only by conglomerates. The tomb area of Hari is in the middle block. Syailendra had bought the complex for the future home of himself and his family and the first to reside there were Hari and King.

From a distance, Sabia did not see Syailendra's family car. Looks like Mira's gone home because they made a 7 o'clock appointment while Bia arrives at 8. Akh, because of crying over the Emperor all night, he woke up bad luck!!

Bia parked her car next to a familiar racing motorcycle. But because Bia was in a hurry, he was not so focused and immediately went down after carrying a plastic containing flowers that he would sow in the navel Hari. He hurriedly dropped the plastic unconscious.

Someone who was sitting not far from Hari's grave suddenly hid when he saw Bia coming. It crunched behind the bushes that bound each complex in panic. Luckily, Bia looked down to take something, if it did not finish the history! By crawling, the man who had been greatly missed by Bia came out of the funeral area Hari to return to the parking lot. As soon as he saw Bia was sitting next to the navel Hari, he immediately ran towards his bike and drove away.

Bia who realized if there was someone who came before her suddenly stood up nimble. He had seen the motorbike parked next to his car drove away very quickly. Bia squinted to see more clearly the bike, it seemed like he had seen it, but where was it??

The amount of work he had to complete made it difficult for Bia to remember small things like this. In the end Bia gave up trying to remember, he again sat next to the navel Hari and focused on his late sister-in-law.

"Hi, Hari! I miss you!" lirih Bia while sowing rose petals that he had bought at the flower shop in front of the tomb.

The tomb filled with grass with tombstones made of marble carved in gold ink made Sabia's heart pinched. He fondly stroked the tombstone of Hari. Next to Hari's tomb, there is a small tomb where King resides. Bia also sprinkled flowers on the tomb of the son he had not yet been born into the world with sadness. The 3-month-old fetus rested quietly with his Om.

"I miss you too, son. Mama misses King! It's fine over there same Om Hari!"

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